At the Peach Banquet that year, I overturned the Jade Emperor’s table, Nezha kicked over Lao Jun’s alchemy furnace, and Yang Jian released a hundred thousand demons from the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.
The three of us were hunted by the Heavenly Court and branded “the Three Great Rebels of Heaven.”
Everyone in the Three Realms said it was only a matter of time before we turned on one another.
Then Mount Ling’s armies marched on the Hall of Vast Heaven, and a million Buddhist soldiers surrounded the Southern Heavenly Gate.
I gripped my Golden Cudgel, ready to fight to the death.
But Nezha suddenly pulled out his Cosmic Ring, while Yang Jian silently raised his Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Blade.
They stood on either side of me, shielding me.
“Foolish monkey,” Nezha grinned. “Did you really think we joined you on a whim back then?”
Golden light flashed from the celestial eye on Yang Jian’s forehead. “We’ve been waiting for this day for five hundred years.”
