The last glimmer of the sun was about to disappear.
The creatures on the ground felt despair in their panic.
Amidst despair, a dazzling light suddenly flew up from the ground, piercing the darkness and rushing towards the sun.
The light was so bright, as if it was the only hope.
It collided with the shadows in the sky, erupting into a series of blinding glows. The sky trembled violently, yet the shadow that enveloped the sun dispersed and gathered again, seemingly unaffected.
The shadow quickly swallowed the last strand of sunlight and left the sky rapidly.
Before leaving, Sun Wukong seemed to have heard its sharp laughter.
Sun Wukong reached out to catch the Jingu Bang falling from the sky.
The Jingu Bang trembled slightly as if wronged, and Sun Wukong shook his head: "It's not your fault."
He looked up at the pitch-black sky canopy. A black wind drifted away from him, unnoticed by anyone.
