Ao Luan didn't know the truth, so she hugged Sun Wukong and shed crystal tears when she had poured everything in front of him.

Tears dripped on Sun Wukong's face.

"Why cry?"

Sun Wukong whispered.

"Good, Ao Luan..."

A warm light emanated from him, shaking up a breeze that could dispel the haze and lead everything to the distant future, sprinkling all over the sky and the earth.

This is the light of joy.

"Good..."

"All spirits have become..."

Sun Wukong whispered like this and gradually entered a long hibernation.

The joy from the heart fell on the ground with the light that was falling.

The creatures in Wanling City looked at the shining light.

Strive, move forward...my lovely people...

A voice was like floating in the vast world and spreading to everyone's heart.

Learn, create, inspire all wisdom, and create endless possibilities-

The road has been opened-

Prove to me...the future I'm looking forward to is there...

The sound disappeared with the wind.

Some people couldn't help crying.

In the sky, Ao Luan hugged Sun Wukong and sobbed.

"He just fell asleep."

The ancestor flew up and said, "Let him rest for a while."

His disciple was alone with too much pressure and responsibility.

A rare rest, what's there to cry about?

"Look at the ground, Ao Luan."

The ancestor said.

Ao Luan looked at the ground with misty eyes.

A brand new building stands on the ruins.

“That’s a library.”

The ancestor said: "The library of all spirits."

The countless lights falling from the sky turned into a library.
Chapter completed!