Ghost Gate had indeed transformed into a different sight.

Within a year, the ghost messengers who had learned the Wanling Heavenly Dao had created this city from scratch, and the quality of the city was almost indistinguishable from that of Wanling Country two hundred years later.

The newly built Palace of Darkness had also completely changed its appearance.

However, the Underworld must retain its awe-inspiring authority, so the design of the city incorporated many terrifying elements, such as skulls seen everywhere and wailing evil spirits strung up.

Overall, Sun Wukong was very satisfied with the design of the Underworld.

After the Book of Life and Death was returned by Houtu, Sun Wukong immediately had new Underworld regulations drafted.

The new regulations didn't greatly change the punishment of spirits from before, but bold reforms were made in personnel matters.

The siblings responsible for this reform and the future personnel authority only left King Yan in charge of specific affairs. Should the Underworld encounter any issues in the future, the siblings could also report to the Heavenly Palace through Emperor Donghua.

The Underworld was a delicately interconnected entity, hence Sun Wukong only made a major overhaul of the personnel system for the time being, rebuilding the connection with the Heavenly Palace.

Fifty years later, even if the Jade Emperor returned, he would not be able to take over this connection.

Sun Wukong also checked the Book of Life and Death, and the records for the Three Great Continents were mostly in place, save for some missing from Lingshan.

"Was this intentional?"

Sun Wukong couldn't help but doubt Houtu.

The parts of the Book of Life and Death that were stolen were too clearly divided; it seemed deliberately done to not provoke the Buddha and to avoid offending him.

However, after all, it was Houtu, who, despite appearing like a little girl, was by no means foolish and knew how to leave possibilities open.

Sun Wukong decided not to delve further.

As long as control over personnel was in his hands, the Underworld could return to the management of the Heavenly Palace, becoming more efficient.

Of course, there were still some resisting forces in the Underworld, but they no longer posed a threat to the grand scheme of things.

Everything began to unfold in an orderly fashion.

Two months later, the ghost messengers remaining in the Underworld were subdued and settled one by one. With the Heavenly Emperor and Houtu working together, naturally, few fools dared to resist.

King Qinguang became familiar with the new environment and was satisfied with the various facilities available two hundred years later.

Only, he found it strange that he hadn't seen Sun Wukong for a long time.

"I haven't seen the Great Saint recently; what is he doing?"

King Qinguang inquired.

"He is probably cultivating."

The old Immortal replied unsurely.

Indeed, Sun Wukong was cultivating.

Although he didn't need to handle the affairs of the Underworld personally, he had to oversee it to prevent any mishaps. Thus, with his free time, he could study the rules of the Heavenly Book.

The power of the Heavenly Book had nearly vanished, but the rules and spells it controlled hadn't changed.

Among them, the methods of divination and evolution were what Sun Wukong valued the most.

Sun Wukong quickly realized that most of the power of divination stemmed from the Heavenly Book itself, and the ancient beings of Great Divine Power had simply processed this power.

Furthermore—the essence of the Heavenly Book came from beyond the Three Realms.

This was a very important matter; Sun Wukong wanted to carefully study the secrets of the Heavenly Book and fathom this power.

If he could gain a deeper understanding of the Heavenly Book, then he could potentially, like the Heavenly Book, deduce events far into the future on his own.

He might even achieve true foresight.

Aside from the Heavenly Book, the power of the Heavenly Emperor Jade Seal was also something that concerned Sun Wukong.

The unsplit Jade Seal was extremely powerful, and although it had accepted Sun Wukong, it still had a strong will to live and didn't want to surrender too much power to him.

Gaining its trust was yet another difficult task.

"Don't rush for success."

As Sun Wukong considered, the Heavenly Emperor Jade Seal was too sensitive for him to forcibly seize its power.

He worried that an unexpected incident involving the Jade Seal might affect the Three Realms, or even create loopholes in the rules that could allow dangers from the outside to enter.

For this reason, he decided to wear it down slowly.

After all, without the Jade Seal, he could still conquer the Three Realms. Why destroy the long-term plan for a moment of pleasure?

When the time was right, Sun Wukong exited his cultivation state.

As soon as he stepped out of his room, he saw Houtu holding a pillow, looking at him.

"Why haven't you transformed into a human yet?"

Houtu asked.

"There's no need to hurry."

Sun Wukong replied, "Do you want me to transform into a human?"

"I'm curious."

Houtu said with curiosity, "What do you really look like?"

"You'll find out eventually."

Sun Wukong paid her no mind and walked past her, saying, "I'm going back to Huaguo Mountain first."

Having ensured the stability of the Underworld, he ascended and left, disguising himself as a mortal to return to Huaguo Mountain.

The construction at Huaguo Mountain was in full swing.

The Wanling people, brought by the second tear, had all returned to Huaguo Mountain and were engaged in building their new nation.

Upon returning, Sun Wukong saw several cities floating above the East Sea, surrounding Huaguo Mountain from a distance like pearls.

Sun Wukong was both amazed and delighted.

The civilization that Wanling Country had taken a long time to build was being reconstructed at Huaguo Mountain at a surprisingly fast pace.

"It was worth waking them up."

Sun Wukong couldn't help but feel emotional.

Of course, he knew that the greatest help had come from the Immortals.

Only Immortals were capable of leading such colossal creations. They had been suppressed in Wanling Country and took a lot of time to explore and practice.

But now nothing was restraining the Immortals; they could apply their wisdom directly.

Sun Wukong returned to Yunxiao City and reverted to his original form.

Immediately, someone flew rapidly towards him.

"Qing Yuanzi."

Sun Wukong looked up.

"Great Saint!"

Qing Yuanzi held a wooden token in his hand, briskly expressing his situation with words.

"Fifty years?"

Sun Wukong was a bit surprised.

But a fifty-year penalty of silence was, indeed, a fitting lesson for Qing Yuanzi.

"Now that it's come to this, you might as well accept it."

Sun Wukong said, "Fifty years will pass in the blink of an eye; there's no need to fret too much."

Qing Yuanzi ruffled his hair, clearly troubled.

"Furthermore..."

Sun Wukong smiled, "Without that ability, you still have other talents."

He looked at the wooden token and nodded, "At least your handwriting isn't bad."

What's the point of good handwriting if it can't be used to write a novel?

Qing Yuanzi felt somewhat disheartened.

Huh?

A novel?

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and his eyes lit up.

Following in the footsteps of Fairy Chang'e, he became a bestselling novelist at Huaguo Mountain.

His first book, "The Lotus Root Immortal You Don't Know About," not only repaid his benefactor but also became wildly popular across Huaguo Mountain and even spread throughout the Four Great Continents.

Although he could no longer speak, Qing Yuanzi was still Qing Yuanzi. Soon enough, he became the target that all Immortals and Buddhas eagerly wanted to silence.

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