After countless years, by the shores of the East Sea.

A monkey sat facing a figure in a silver robe.

"I never thought it would be you who came to guide the East Sea lineage with me, Sun Wukong!"

Glancing at Yang Jian, Sun Wukong spoke.

"Tsk, do you think I'm willing? It's just a task from the Taibai Sect!"

Yang Jian lazily narrowed his eyes, and with some nostalgia, he said,

"Since the Greek lineage was pacified, there has been much stability among the gods. After putting in so much effort, we finally managed to retrieve the East Sea lineage from the River of Time and Space. It can be considered as completing the totem of humanity... In the future, the need for our presence in the mortal realm will probably diminish."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong, who had finally regained his Dao fruit, smiled and softly said,

"That's a good thing."

Slightly stunned, Yang Jian looked at the distant dragon figures soaring in the sky and nodded silently, saying,

"Yes... it's a good thing!"

"May the mountains and rivers of the future remain unharmed!"

"May there be no gods in the mortal realm after a thousand years!"