Moyuan said steadily, "Find a quiet room. I’ll stand guard for you."
"Refine Chihoumahou as soon as possible, lest complications arise."
Wukong cupped his hands and Worshipped, saying, "Thank you, senior brother!"
Dayu and the water-control teams would naturally coordinate the remaining matters in the Jianghuai region.
Now that the flood disaster had been resolved and the overall situation settled, all the aftermath merely needed to be handled step by step.
With a casual wave, Wukong retrieved the Xuanhe Pendant that had suppressed the waters of Jianghuai.
Clouds churned beneath his feet as he left alongside Moyuan.
The two figures flew one after the other, straight toward the Human Race's ancestral land.
After the Human Race's great calamity, the Human Race had decided upon a matter specifically to show gratitude for the Literary Sect disciples' aid.
The area where the Literary Sect disciples had rested and stayed during the war had been set aside separately.
Palaces had been built there, with soaring eaves and ornate brackets, Spirit Veins hidden within.
The entire area was tranquil and solemn without losing its grandeur, reserved for visiting Literary Sect disciples to cultivate and rest.
Whenever Literary Sect disciples came to the Human Race to discuss the Dao or impart teachings, they would generally stay there as well.
At this moment, Moyuan and Wukong descended from the clouds and entered the place.
Spiritual energy filled the spaces between the halls, while bronze bells beneath the eaves chimed softly in the wind, creating an exceptionally peaceful atmosphere.
At the very moment Chihoumahou perished.
In an inconspicuous barren hill in the southwest stood a deep Cave Abode, draped in vines and deprived of daylight year-round.
The shadows within the cave swayed as the Six Eared Macaque suddenly opened his eyes.
He sat cross-legged atop a bluish-black