After spending several months together day and night, he confirmed Sun Wukong's identity.

"You once told me that everything is not under the control of the Heavenly Palace."

Emperor Qinghua asked, "So, should they be controlled by the Kingdom of All Spirits?"

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"It shouldn't."

His voice was a little regretful.

Emperor Qinghua laughed: "Then we can talk."

He searched for a long time and finally found someone to talk to.

The future that has been divided into three parts of the world and brought to Jamba Continent is gradually becoming a conflict.

However, he saw another possibility in Sun Wukong.

On this day, Emperor Qinghua and Sun Wukong talked for a long time.

No one knows what they are talking about.

But the next day, Sun Wukong took off the bracelet.

"This is meaningless."

He put the bracelet under the tree, then turned around and said to Emperor Qinghua: "Let's go."

“Great Good.”

Emperor Qinghua nodded.

Under the rising sun, Sun Wukong stepped forward, and Emperor Qinghua followed him.

“How long will it take?”

"Maybe for more than ten years."

Jamba, the Southern Continent began to become turbulent.

In this waves of monsters, humans, immortals, and various forces intertwined.
Chapter completed!