Late at night, Emperor Ziwei stood atop the Peak of Penglai.
"Great Emperor, the night is deep. Why haven't you rested yet?"
An attendant came over to ask.
"I can't sleep."
Emperor Ziwei gazed at the sky. Ever since leaving the Heavenly Palace, he had more time on his hands than he knew what to do with.
"I feel uneasy."
Emperor Ziwei said, "It seems like something will happen tonight."
His gaze fixed on an Emperor Star.
That was the Emperor Star evolved from the fate of Sun Wukong.
The Emperor Star did not shine; it was shrouded in a mist, and though it occupied the Heavenly Emperor's position, it lacked the brilliance a Heavenly Emperor should possess.
However, at this moment, the Emperor Star began to stir, as if something was about to happen.
What could it be?
Emperor Ziwei silently watched the sky.
Beneath the night sky, men and women, young and old, ran through the wilderness.
"Run faster!"
