Heavenly Soldiers and Divine Generals Descend

Zixia continued, "Later, the heavens and earth separated, the Three Realms took shape, and the primordial energy scattered across different worlds. And your world... perhaps it preserves the purest primordial energy."

Zhi Zun Bao interrupted, "So after all that talk, it just means this kid can operate the Moonlight Box?"

Zixia nodded.

"If he really can operate the Moonlight Box—then he could travel through time and space, and even..."

She looked at Goten, stopping mid-sentence.

"Even what?"

Zixia remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"Even—he could return to five hundred years ago and meet the real Sun Wukong."

Goten stood up abruptly.

"What did you say?!"

Zixia looked directly into his eyes. "Sun Wukong is already dead. But the Moonlight Box can travel through time and space. If you can use it—you can go back five hundred years and see him."

Goten's heart began to race.

The Sun Wukong of five hundred years ago.

The Sun Wukong of this world—the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, a monkey who shared the same name as his father.

If he could see him—

"Why are you helping me?" Goten asked.

Zixia smiled faintly, a hint of bitterness in her expression.

"Because he... is the one my heart desires."

Goten reached out his hand, slowly approaching the Moonlight Box.

His fingertips were three inches from the box—

Hum!!!

The Moonlight Box suddenly vibrated violently, and a purple halo erupted, shrouding the entire stronghold in a purple glow!

Goten was startled and tried to pull his hand back—but a powerful suction force held his fingers firmly against the box!

"Goten!" Zhi Zun Bao cried out in alarm.

Zixia stopped him, "Don't move! Let him continue!"

Goten felt something surge from the Moonlight Box, flowing through his fingers and throughout his entire body.

It was a warm, ancient power—and it resonated in a strange, wonderful way with his Saiyan bloodline.

Immediately after—

His vision went black, and then images appeared.

The Moonlight Box projected a vision—

A heavenly palace wreathed in clouds and mist, with magnificent, golden halls.

A figure stood with his back to him, standing before the South Heaven Gate.

He wore Chainmail Armor, a Purple Gold Crown on his head, and carried a staff that glowed with golden light on his shoulder—the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

The figure slowly turned around.

A golden monkey face.

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven—Sun Wukong.

His gaze pierced through the image, looking straight at Goten.

Then he spoke—his voice hoarse and majestic, yet carrying a hint of kindness:

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, Goten."

Goten's mind went blank.

"You knew I would come?"

Sun Wukong smiled—that smile was exactly the same as the smile of his father, Sun Wukong.

"Of course I knew. Because the one who brought you here—"

"Was me."

The image dissipated.

Goten snapped his eyes open, gasping for air, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.

Zixia and Zhi Zun Bao were both looking at him anxiously.

"Are you alright?!" Zhi Zun Bao asked.

Goten did not answer.

Only one voice echoed repeatedly in his mind—

"I have waited a long time for you, Goten."

"It was I who brought you here."

The Sun Wukong of this world—the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—had summoned him?!

But—had he not been dead for five hundred years?!

Goten stared fixedly at the Moonlight Box, a fire he had never felt before igniting in his eyes.

He had to find the answer.

He had to see that Sun Wukong.

He had to ask clearly—what on earth was going on with all of this!

Just then, a grand horn blast sounded from outside.

Woo—!!!

The sound pierced the night sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Zixia's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals—"

"They are here."

In the distance, golden auspicious clouds descended from the sky. Countless figures clad in golden armor stood in formation, banners fluttering, their pressure as vast as the sea.

The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals had descended upon the mortal realm.

Goten stood up, walked out of the stronghold, and looked up at that brilliant, golden army.

He grinned.

"Coming to catch me?"

Golden energy flared, surging into the sky!

"Then come and try!"

In the desert, the youth stood between heaven and earth, with a dumbfounded Zhi Zun Bao behind him and Zixia, who wore a faint, bitter smile.

In the distance, the golden light pressed in; a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Goten clenched his fists, his golden aura burning in the night sky—

Heavenly Soldiers and Generals?

Perfect.

He was just wondering—where exactly was the ceiling of this world!

Where exactly...