"Lin Tian has the whole world in his heart. He won't consider only the rise and fall of a single clan. Though you and I are Human Sovereigns, we should also care about the rise and fall of the Three Realms. We must make a choice in the end. Trust your elder brother-I won't disappoint you! Nuwa and this lad were childhood sweethearts, after all. They're both grown now. Let them marry!"
Shen Nong nodded. "Very well. I trust you, elder brother. Then please choose an auspicious day!"
"Haha, there's no need for you to ask, younger brother. Of course I'll choose one!"
A terrifying war thus dissolved without a trace, buying three hundred years for the Demon Race and Spirit Vine City to build their strength.
Presumably, all the factions would begin building their strength during those three hundred years, then launch their attacks once that time was up.
Yet no one knew that, three hundred years later, the war begun by the Demon Buddha would transform the balance of the Three Realms. Conquering Spirit Vine City would no longer be so easy.
With nothing else of importance happening in the Three Realms for now, the gods turned their attention back to the Journey to the West.
After Tang Monk and his three companions passed through Spirit Vine City, they continued westward.
Meanwhile, in the boundless depths of the Eastern Sea lay an enormous abyss. Its bottom was beyond sight, and no one knew what this place was.
In fact, this was the secluded dwelling of the Dragon Clan from the Primordial Era: the Dragon Abyss.
The pitch-black depths of the Dragon Abyss suddenly lit up.
"Greetings, Ancestor Zhulong!"
"Yinglong, where have the westbound pilgrims reached?"
"Reporting to you, Ancestor, they are already close to the Black Water River!"