Sun Wukong had indeed lost!
The many immortals admired Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole, Yang Jian. Even the members of the Western Teachings looked surprised, and couldn't help but marvel at Yang Jian's strength.
"I know you don't fear death. As for what to do with you, that's for the Jade Emperor to decide!"
"Whether you live or die, the choice is yours!"
Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong and said coolly.
He put away the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd and took his seat on the throne.
As one of the Six Imperial Sovereigns, he naturally didn't have to stand in the middle of the hall like the other immortals. Yang Jian could sit below Haotian.
"Heh, Old Sun is invincible!"
Sun Wukong struggled to his feet, his face full of disdain.
Ruyi Jingu Bang shone with boundless light. He calmly looked at Haotian, then turned to the four Buddhas and the Buddhist disciples, regarding them with contempt.
"You bald donkeys are such a nuisance!"
"Isn't this just about going to the Western World to fetch those damn scriptures, then helping your Western Teachings claim Heavenly Dao Merit and Heavenly Dao Destiny? Old Sun has known about your scheme for ages."
"Go on, tell me what you want Old Sun to do."
Sun Wukong looked at Ancient Buddha Burning Lamp arrogantly, a disdainful smile on his lips.
He knew Haotian meant him no harm.
These bald donkeys, on the other hand, were up to no good and harbored ulterior motives.
Seeing this, Haotian spoke from his throne. "Since Sun Wukong has been defeated and is willing to go to the Western World to fetch the scriptures, send him down to the mortal realm at once!"
"Golden Cicada's tenth reincarnation, Tang Sanzang, has already grown up!"
As he said this,