"Hooray! I have a name!"
Sun Wukong bounced up and down with delight.
"My name is Sun Wukong! Sun Wukong! I have a name!"
His clear laughter echoed above Flower-Fruit Mountain as everyone from the Primordial World watched quietly.
All manner of complicated thoughts flickered in their eyes.
Hum!
Space rippled.
Pangu emerged from space, carrying Dijiang, Tongtian, and the others, all beaten black and blue.
Pangu tossed them onto the ground and snorted.
"Hmph! If I catch you behaving like this again, you won't get off so lightly!"
Dijiang held his swollen cheek and grinned.
"Hehe... you're right to discipline us, Father God! We'll remember!"
Tongtian also cupped his hands with a miserable expression and accepted the reprimand. Neither he nor Dijiang retained a shred of the dignity of a Sage or an Ancestral Witch.
Shichen glanced over the people of the Primordial World and said,
"Hongjun should have assigned you your tasks for what comes next. Go and attend to your own duties. There is no need to concern yourselves with our party at every moment."
Everyone from the Primordial World bowed in unison.
"We obey your decree!"
With that, they all flew away.
Di Jun remained where he stood rather than leaving immediately.
He hesitated, then stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
"Master..."
"The Tribulation is about to begin. Would you like to rest at the Ancient Heavenly Court? It would also make it easier to observe the Tribulation's progress."
A trace of anticipation colored his voice.
Shichen considered for a moment. Rather than answering directly, he turned toward Yang Mei and the others.
"What do you think?"
Yang Mei took a sip of wine and shrugged indifferently.
"We only came along with you to unwind. You can decide everything."
Pangu, Order, and the other Demon Gods nodded