Zixia died under the trident and woke up standing in the Flame Mountain.
Zhizunbao's face is still there, but he doesn't recognize her.
The Bull Demon King is still alive, but he is no longer the murderer.
She traveled to another journey to the west world - here there is no back figure on the city wall, and there is no promise of ten thousand years. There is only one demon city, Flame Mountain, a Sun Wukong who has been an undercover agent for seven years, and a Bull Demon King who has been used as a pawn by the Heavenly Court for five hundred years.
The seventy-two-hole list of hidden stakes, the forged letters of collusion, the Antarctic Immortal's order to kill him - when she broke through the dark room and saw the dense carvings on the wall and the suicide note in the corner, she realized: Suppression is never about suppression, it is about clearing out chess pieces.
The Bull Demon King died before dawn. Sun Wukong knelt on the scorched earth, took the ring finger, and transformed from an undercover agent into a demon king.
Zixia is no longer a wick chasing the Supreme Treasure. She held the purple-green sword and stood on the cliff of the Flame Mountain, looking at the man who used his tail to shield her from the wind - she put down the Supreme Treasure. But the story has just begun.
The counterattack of the Antarctic Immortal, the indifference of Lingshan, and the second siege of the mountain by twelve thousand heavenly soldiers - the real "havoc in heaven" will be in the next game.
