The battle in the sky had ceased.
Sun Wukong held a chain in his hand, with phoenix wings fluttering above his head in the wind.
He paid no attention to the shock of the Jade Emperor and the Buddha, his gaze sweeping across the land; Wanling City lay in ruins after the war, its usually bustling streets now collapsed, shattered, scarred.
"I can fix it."
A thought crossed Sun Wukong's mind, and he began his calculations.
He had taken control of Wanling's Spiritual Network, which had nourished Wanling City for many years and retained memories of the city.
Patterns flashing with Wanling's spiritual power emerged in Wukong's eyes, the collapsed buildings, the shattered streets, every corner of Wanling City, reversed like a reel of film, gradually being restored in his vision.
With just a thought from him, the entire Wanling City could be restored to its original state.
But...
Sun Wukong ultimately did not do so.
"This is not for me to do."
He said to himself.
