God's Shen Gongbao Was Troubled, and Sun Wukong Returned to the Pilgrimage Team

Chen Xuan settled down in Heaven. A group of angels danced gracefully as he watched leisurely, then he glanced at the suffering of the people in the mortal world and sighed inwardly: Was this not precisely a depiction of "On the roadside lie frozen corpses, while the rich feast behind vermilion gates"?

"Senior Chen Xuan, why exactly have you come to the Far West Land this time?" God, who was Shen Gongbao in disguise, asked curiously.

The Far West Land was like a refugee camp. Ordinary immortals and gods were unwilling to set foot there. After all, even the place where the Western Buddhist Sect was located counted as barren, let alone the Far West Land.

Chen Xuan looked at the group of beautiful, delicate angels and smiled faintly. He found these days rather pleasant and said, "Develop Heaven properly. One day, I may need you. You don't need to worry about Sect Leader Tongtian's side."

"Yes." Shen Gongbao nodded in reply.

"Haha, don't stop. Keep dancing. This really is a wonderful place." Chen Xuan laughed with satisfaction.

The Western Heaven was bathed in daylight all year round. Its supposed emphasis on light was actually because it possessed only a few treasures and could only rely on a holy radiance to envelop everything. Wherever the light reached was Heaven. After all, creatures like Bloodthirsty Ghosts feared nothing more than light. This was precisely how one thing subdued another.

In a corner, Holy Mother watched everything and felt as though her position had been replaced. Her heart was filled with unwillingness. She looked toward her beloved God, pulled him into the corner, and began questioning him.

"God, are we really going to let him seize our Heaven? We've worked so hard for so many years. I truly can't accept this!" Holy