Jiuzhou Mountain, Nine Heavens, shrouded in mist, a place of immortals, worshipped by all people.
A year of separation, when Tangyu, Sun Wukong, and Pan Chenyu once again stood before Jiuzhou Mountain, it felt like returning home. This feeling was truly intimate and comfortable, beyond words.
After leaving Luoyu Immortal Palace and bidding farewell to Xuanyuan Wushang, the three returned as quickly as possible. Since their power had greatly increased, the time it took to return was only a third of the time it took to go.
