"Senior brother," Wukong said as he raised a hand to straighten his collar, anticipation in his voice.
"How do I look?"
Moyuan looked him over from head to toe and praised, "Like an undefeated general on the battlefield.
"Whether it was the Demon Gods of the Heavenly Court in the past or the God Generals of the Heavenly Court today, none possess such bearing."
"Haha! Good!"
Wukong threw back his head and laughed. He was utterly high-spirited. Before his laughter faded, he impatiently waved his hand.
"Another day, I'll visit the Heavenly Court again and meet these so-called heavenly soldiers and God Generals!"
His words already carried the desire to compete, his fighting spirit emerging.
"Come on, come on," Wukong said, immediately preparing to leave. "Let's hurry to the celebration.
"Before I left, Master told me to return to the mountain once I broke through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
"After the celebration, I still have to get on the road."
Moyuan nodded. The two displayed their divine abilities, used the dodge technique, left the courtyard, and headed for the celebration grounds.
For this Human Race celebration, the ancestral land was adorned with lanterns and colorful decorations, spiritual banners fluttering everywhere.
Auspicious clouds lingered above the high platform, and the ritual formation had long since been prepared.
The celebration first marked the end of the flood disaster. The various departments of the Human Race came to offer congratulations, while ceremonial music resounded in unison.
Afterward came an even more important ceremony—the abdication of Emperor Shun to Dayu.
Compared to the immense stretches of time during which the Three Sovereigns had ruled,
the intervals between the succession of the Five Emperors had clearly shortened considerably.
The Jie Sect had gained the opportunity presented by the first three emperors in