After the war, chaos reigned; everything became silent.
The Bodhi Tree floated amidst the chaos, splendidly radiant with millions of lights shifting and spreading endlessly.
On the ground, Buddha gazed into the chaos, sighing deeply.
The Bodhi Tree had taken form, it would no longer grow.
The Blood Lotus was sealed by the Bodhi Tree, its presence no longer perceptible.
"The war is over."
As usual, the final victor was Sun Wukong.
Buddha's heart was filled with emotion.
In the chaos, Sun Wukong watched as the Bodhi Tree ceased its growth.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; the most significant danger had been resolved.
But there was no joy on Sun Wukong's face.
One war had ended, and the White Robed Venerate had handed the Heavenly Court over to him; his responsibilities were greater than anyone else's.
He alone might not be able to handle it, but with others, it would be achievable.
"Great King."
A joyful call sounded from behind.
