The chaos of the Northern Continent has settled down.
The sky is crystal clear, with eight Qilins shuttling through the clouds, pulling the carriage flying towards the north.
"Brother, why hasn't Mother Houtu come with us?"
Ao Luan asked in the carriage.
That guy not clinging to Sun Wukong, instead, made her somewhat unaccustomed.
"Recently, she's been pestering Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad."
Sun Wukong said: "She's very interested in the Wanling Net."
Ao Luan was stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised: "She likes the Wanling Net?"
"With that, she can order people around while lying in bed every day."
Sun Wukong said.
Ao Luan immediately understood.
She lifted the carriage curtain and could see some kneeling figures on the ground.
As the carriage progressed, all the people who saw it on the ground were now kneeling.
"This place is ours now."
Ao Luan thought to herself.
The Northern Continent now belongs to the Wanling Country.
