After the rain, the mist drifted among the mountains.

Sun Wukong stood at the peak of Kunlun, his eyes piercing through the clouds, gazing down at the cities nestled among the mountains.

Vast lands with cities rising over a decade, and Kunlun Mountain had transformed into a place of prosperity as well.

Ten years slipped by like an arrow, and the Four Great Continents had undergone earth-shattering changes, blooming with vitality.

However, Sun Wukong could not feel happy.

A beam of light descended on the mountain peak, revealing the figure of Immortal Zhenyuan.

"Brother."

He approached Sun Wukong, "The first record is about to begin."

"I know."

Sun Wukong turned around.

Immortal Zhenyuan looked at him, "Are you really going to do this?"

"Yes."

Sun Wukong replied, "Only then can we understand the catastrophe."

"This will sacrifice some people."

Immortal Zhenyuan said.

"There's no more perfect plan."

Sun Wukong said.

The previous attack of the Buddha Beads had left a significant impact on him.

In front of that Blood Tathāgata, he was like an ant, insignificant.

Sun Wukong could not protect all beings like a caretaker; he needed to lead the Three Realms forward, and the Wanling had not yet learned to protect themselves.

For this, some price must be paid— in this world, nothing succeeds without cost.

In the Asura Realm, a group of youths emerged from Reincarnation.

"It's so desolate here!"

Song Xin looked around at the barren land, "Is this where you were born?"

"Yes."

Jin Naluo looked at the unfamiliar land; he had left here for ten years and hadn't expected to return.

Yet coming back now, the Asura Realm had become completely different.

Mysterious arrays and buildings had appeared on the red earth, with palaces scattered throughout, inhabited by numerous Celestial Beings.

The Celestial Beings used the Asura Realm as a base, monitoring the Chaos Realm and the red space for a decade.

The first recording was about to begin.

Soon after, the Celestial Beings activated the records and defense arrays on the ground.

The entire Asura Realm was enveloped in a shimmering light.

The so-called recording was to use Sun Wukong as a trigger to provoke the Buddha Beads to act again and then record its power.

The Buddha Beads had not moved for ten years; the Celestial Beings speculated it was only because no sufficiently strong power had left the Three Realms, making it disdain to act.

The only things that could entice it to act, aside from the true hatching of the Three Realms, were Sun Wukong.

A dazzling light shot out from the Three Realms.

"That's the Heavenly Emperor..."

The youths had never seen such a brilliant light.

They recognized the images and statues of Sun Wukong, but only in this chaotic world could they truly feel his power.

The aura of that power enveloped even the Asura Realm.

"The Heavenly Emperor seems to have become stronger."

The nearby Celestial Being said.

The youths were about to inquire, but then the Buddha Beads, billions of kilometers away, moved.

A vast and boundless tide surged forward.

"Hurry!"

The Celestial Beings shouted anxiously; they formed a massive shield in the sky, preparing to meet and record this power.

Jin Naluo and Song Xin hid behind the Celestial Beings, standing shoulder to shoulder.

They gazed up at the Chaos, that vast tide spreading over, destroying stars where it passed, leaving nothing behind.

Everyone felt their insignificance.

The power of this tide was far stronger than the last time.

A golden light enveloped the shield from the outside.

"What is that?"

Song Xin asked.

"The Heavenly Emperor's spell."

The Celestial Being appeared pleased, "The Heavenly Emperor has the strength to assist us."

The tide approached, like the bell of a prehistoric era, roaring as it struck the shield.

The Asura Realm trembled violently.

One second, two seconds... after ten seconds, the shield ultimately could not hold, emitting a cracking sound.

The distance was too great, rendering Sun Wukong's spell ineffective.

The shield lost its golden protection and immediately developed cracks, the tide poured downward, and the Celestial Beings were powerless to resist.

"How could this happen..."

They watched in shock.

The arrays were collapsing, other defenses shattered too.

The ten years of preparation crumbled before the tide like rubble.

The preparations they thought foolproof were entirely meaningless.

The tide engulfed the Asura Realm.

After this recording, the Three Realms did not gain the desired results, but the sacrifice was several times greater than expected, with even a few Celestial Beings falling.

Sun Wukong, who bore the tide head-on, was seriously injured and had to take Lord's celestial brew, sleeping for half a year.

Before he slept, he issued an order for the Underworld to treat the sacrifices well.

Soon after, a cemetery for the sacrifices was established in the Eastern Divine Continent.

Countless people came to it.

"This is the Tomb of Great Tribulation."

Immortal Zhenyuan presided over the ceremony of the cemetery, promising that anyone who sacrificed to confront the Great Tribulation would be buried here after death.

The surviving youths stood there, eyes red, watching their companions being buried in the cemetery.

Before that vast tide, the Three Realms seemed particularly powerless.

*But precisely because of this helplessness, the youths truly realized that when the Great Tribulation came, no one could escape it.*

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Jin Naluo.

He stood in front of a grave, his eyes a bit vacant.

Song Xin had died.

The scene of their first meeting remained vividly in Jin Naluo's mind.

"You might strive for the same goal in the future."

The Taoist's words had come true.

Years later, Jin Naluo and Song Xin did indeed strive for the Great Tribulation, from learning to working together.

Only... Song Xin had died.

*He had died before the Great Tribulation even arrived.*

*Jin Naluo could never see that cheerful face or hear that familiar voice again.*

He clenched his fist.

"Rest assured."

Jin Naluo knelt three times before the grave, "I will live to defeat the Great Tribulation!"

The last youth also left the cemetery.

Above the cemetery, the phantom of a Phoenix flashed by.

"This is growth."

The little Phoenix watched Jin Naluo's silhouette and thought.

*Under the inescapable destiny, the beings of the Three Realms, like Jin Naluo, would all undergo transformation.*

This was a long and monumental challenge, destined for countless contributions and sacrifices.

*How many would be buried in the Tomb of Great Tribulation?*

A possible number naturally surfaced in the little Phoenix's mind.

She was one with the Heavenly Dao, and mortal emotions seldom appeared in her heart, but at this moment, she still felt a tinge of sadness.

"Warning."

After the sadness emerged, the power of retribution from the Heavenly Dao immediately followed.

The little Phoenix withdrew her thoughts; what Sun Wukong created was an absolutely rational, absolutely warm Heavenly Dao, and to see her people in the distant future, she had to forsake mortal emotions over the long ages.

Although painful, the little Phoenix was already able to bear it.

She knew myriad causes and effects, and countless possibilities made her realize one thing.

Sun Wukong was on the right path.

Only by personally defeating the Great Tribulation could the Wanling seek a better future.

This was something worth looking forward to.

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