The Preaching Squad continued onward as usual.
With the Beast Lord no longer barring their way, the road ahead was a vast, level plain fit for a galloping horse.
As for why one would use "a vast, level plain fit for a galloping horse," that was probably because this year was the Year of the Horse.
Before they knew it, night had fallen.
They were all cultivators, so day or night made little difference to them. Besides, the headlights of the dragon carriage that the Little White Dragon had transformed into shone brightly.
The headlights illuminated the Purple Mansion Vermilion Gate.
Someone inside seemed never to have seen such bright headlights before and was startled by them.
Before long.
They saw the vermilion gates swing open, and a woman emerged.
An air of wealth and nobility surrounded her. "I heard that several preachers had come from the Eastern Tang Empire, spreading the Great Dao along their journey. I never expected to have the chance to meet you today."
She paused briefly.
"There happen to be some young ladies in my residence who would like to hear about the Dao. Would you gentlemen be willing to honor us with your presence?"
At the sound of the women's voices, the Preaching Squad's primordial spirits instinctively trembled. Each of them employed their own methods of discernment, but none discovered anything.
Only Sun Wukong's eyes burned with golden flames, tracing out the figure of the woman before him.
Her aura was unexpectedly much like those he had encountered during the Fierce Beast Era.
Understanding dawned in Sun Wukong's heart.
These women before him must also have had the auras of Chaos Demon Gods mingled into them.
Unlike the volatility and fierce thirst for vengeance of the Fierce Beast Era, however, they now seemed to