Sun Wukong stood atop a mountain ridge far in the distance, gazing toward that blinding white light.
Golden light swirled in his eyes as he activated his Fiery Golden Eyes divine ability, but his eye sockets had turned completely red, tears streaming down from the searing radiance.
Within that dazzling white light, he saw a towering figure suspended in the air, carrying a broad axe-like weapon in one hand, and his heart suddenly trembled.
But immediately afterward, he saw even more figures behind that person.
As the white light gradually faded, everyone's forms emerged. Shen Luo stood at the very front with the Heaven-Splitting Axe in hand, while Nie Caizhu and the others followed behind him, shrouded and protected by a layer of gray mist.
"We won?" Sun Wukong ignored the stinging in his eyes as tears poured down his face.
Jiang Shentian had appeared at his side at some unknown point.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying, Great Sage?" His vision was still affected by the white light, and he was temporarily unable to make out what was happening within it. His face was full of surprise.
Sun Wukong ignored him. With a leap, he sped toward Shen Luo and the others.
The closer he got, the more alarmed he became.
The aftershock of the explosion had not yet fully dissipated. Billowing scorching waves had formed an invisible wall of air in the void, sealing off the entire area around Chang'an City.
Relying on his powerful physique and cultivation, Sun Wukong forcibly broke through it and struggled all the way forward.
Only after entering that wall of air did he finally see clearly that an unimaginably huge black fissure had appeared high above Chang'an City, stretching across the sky in a horrifying sight.
"The heavens have split..."
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