"Tathagata, I, Sun Wukong, have fought my way back!"
With a furious roar, Sun Wukong shot into the sky.
For him, a blood feud this deep needed no waiting. He could start the war early while Bull Demon King went off to recruit his own forces.
Demonic aura surged skyward with his roar. The Ruyi Jingu Bang answered first, burrowing up from underground before soaring into the sky. It whirled like the wind and plunged into the fray like a violent storm.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, attack!"
Roaring in fury, Tathagata was beginning to lose his composure. He called out, ordering Manjushri Bodhisattva to lead the Buddhist Order's experts into battle.
Sun Wukong's return was something he had not expected. How could Demon Lord Tathagata have failed to suppress even a crippled Sun Wukong?
The Demon Tribe's strength was immense. With strange cries, demon experts emerged from who knew where, soared into the sky, and immediately joined the battle.
The Buddhist Order was immensely powerful as well. Amid strange cries, monks formed all manner of magic arrays in midair and tangled with the Demon Tribe. Before long, fierce currents of energy crisscrossed the battlefield and spread downward.
What no one knew was that, as soon as Sun Wukong had condensed a body, he had sent a message to Water-Curtain Cave on Flower-Fruit Mountain in the Eastern Victory Divine Continent.
The Demon Tribe's forces had remained gathered there. Though barely clinging to life, they were still cultivating.
"In the Primordial World as it stands now, the Sages are gone, and everyone is cultivating through variables. Find the Human Race's variables, then cultivate!"
These were the instructions Sun Wukong had left behind when he first set out for the Western Heaven on his Journey to Obtain the Scriptures. Thus, the Demon Tribe's forces were