A year passed, and it was time for the harvest again.
Demon creatures of Wanling City were enjoying the joy of the harvest when suddenly they heard a thunderous boom, and the sky rippled with a scorching wave.
"What happened!"
The demons, startled, looked up and saw Wanling Hall shaking.
Dozens of immortals swept across the sky and flew past.
"Hold!"
Grandmaster Puti picked up his horsetail whisk and with a casual wave, Wanling Hall stabilized.
In Wanling Hall, immortal officials and fairies trembled on the ground.
"What happened?"
The immortals that arrived saw scorch marks inside the hall and then looked up to see Sun Wukong on the throne, causing them all to gasp in shock.
Sun Wukong was meditating; he seemed injured, his Immortal Light was dim, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
"What happened?"
Master Puti asked An Jingxi.
"Great Saint tried to activate the Wanling Immortal Path and failed."
An Jingxi replied.
The immortals were shocked.
