Desolate Celestial Realm.
The lofty buildings of the Immortal Pavilion, shrouded in mist and clouds, with Immortal Cranes soaring, countless Immortals in Sword Flight.
But at this moment, a figure thoroughly ruining the scene appeared. His hands and feet were bound by chains like a prisoner, his eyes blank, exhaustion marking his face, being led away.
"Cui Jue, where is this place?" Sun Wukong raised his weary head, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings ahead, and asked in confusion.
He wasn't afraid of what awaited him ahead; he was merely curious.
"Sun Wukong, you will know when you arrive; someone is waiting for you." Cui Jue replied indifferently, pulling Sun Wukong step by step up the stairs.
As they delved deeper, Sun Wukong sensed something amiss, as many people appeared around them, and he felt familiarity upon seeing them!
