Sun Wukong had fallen, leaving hardly any traces in the Blood Sea.
The Blood Sea grew lonelier, even the divine spirits had vanished without a trace.
The girl felt some solitude, she no longer loved to sleep soundly on the flat boat but occasionally played idly with a strand of hair.
That was Sun Wukong's hair.
It was unknown how long it was before the girl's interest in playing with the hair somewhat declined.
Her gaze swept across Chaos and she suddenly uttered a soft exclamation.
She discovered that there were sparkles of light within the Chaos.
"Those ants from the ruins actually survived."
That tiny patch of ruins, long bereft of immortal power and heritage.
Unexpectedly, those ants not only survived but also thrived and established a whole new civilization.
In the Three Realms, the gods and Buddha had long since disappeared
