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Erlang Shen stood outside Lingxiao Palace, gazing at the rolling sea of clouds in the distance, his mind swirling with thoughts. The Jade Emperor's attitude towards Wukong filled him with deep disappointment and confusion. He recalled their encounters, Wukong's gaze and movements evoking an inexplicable sense of familiarity within him.
He began to doubt that this Wukong was truly the same Sun Wukong from five hundred years ago. Turning, he entered Lingxiao Palace and approached the Jade Emperor. He shared his doubts and speculations, urging the Jade Emperor to re-investigate Wukong's identity. The Jade Emperor looked at Erlang Shen with a complex expression before finally nodding in agreement.
Exiting Lingxiao Palace, Erlang Shen found Nezha and laid out his thoughts candidly. Initially skeptical of Erlang Shen's theories, Nezha was ultimately swayed by his sincerity and determination. He decided to join Erlang Shen in secretly aiding Wukong against the corrupt rule of the heavenly court.
Meanwhile, Bai Ling sat at her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Clues provided by online users filled her with inspiration for Wukong's story.
A mysterious hero began to take shape in her mind. She vividly depicted Wukong's battles and showcased his spirit of resistance with great detail.
Her words possessed a magical quality, drawing readers into a fantastical world. Her online novel "The Legend of Wukong" quickly ignited interest upon release, with view counts soaring and the comments section buzzing with activity.
Countless netizens were moved by Wukong's story, expressing their support for him and condemning the tyranny of the heavenly court. Watching the rising numbers on her screen, Bai Ling smiled subtly, knowing she was engaged in something meaningful.
As she continued to monitor the increasing clicks and comments, excitement surged within her.
"The Legend of Wukong" had become a hot topic nationwide, with Wukong emerging as a symbol of resistance against authority. She consistently updated her novel, enriching Wukong's character further.
Bai Ling understood that her writing was changing the world; she would use her pen to rally for Wukong. She typed away, uploading the latest chapter to the website as public outcry grew louder, providing significant support for Wukong.
With a slight smile on her lips, Bai Ling continued to write.
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Wukong stood on a cloud, overlooking the bustling world below with a barely perceptible smile. Skyscrapers towered above and traffic flowed like a river—so different from his memories. Five hundred years had passed, and humanity had transformed, yet this vibrant life force felt both familiar and comforting to him. Taking a deep breath of the free air, he clenched his fists. It was time to confront those in the heavenly court.
Inside Lingxiao Palace, the atmosphere was tense. The Jade Emperor sat high on his dragon throne, his expression dark and foreboding. Nezha held the Flame-Tipped Spear, his eyes wide with fury. Erlang Shen stood quietly to the side, his gaze deep and inscrutable, revealing no emotion. An invisible pressure spread among the three.
" Erlang Shen, do you truly intend to oppose the Heavenly Court?" The Jade Emperor's voice was low and authoritative, tinged with barely concealed anger.
Erlang Shen stepped forward, cupping his hands in respect. "Your Majesty, Wukong is not a demon; everything he has done is to shatter this hypocritical order and restore true justice to the mortal realm." His tone was calm but carried an undeniable firmness.
"Absurd!" Nezha shouted angrily, pointing the Flame-Tipped Spear at Erlang Shen. " Erlang Shen, have you also been bewitched by that monkey demon? He disrupts the order of the Heavenly Court and deserves death!"
Erlang Shen shook his head slightly, turning his gaze toward Nezha. " Third Prince, you are too young to see the truth in this matter. The Heavenly Court is not as righteous as you imagine."
Nezha laughed in anger. " Erlang Shen, are you plotting rebellion?" The Flame-Tipped Spear in his hand blazed with fierce flames, as if ready to erupt at any moment.
At that moment, a tremendous crash shook the heavens and earth as the doors of Lingxiao Palace were violently flung open by a powerful force. As the dust settled, Wukong appeared before them. Clad in black armor and wielding the Golden-Banded Staff, his eyes gleamed with intensity like a war god.
"I have arrived!" Wukong roared, pointing the Golden-Banded Staff at the Jade Emperor. "Today, we shall settle five hundred years of grievances!"
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