The eyes of the immortals subconsciously fell on the Southern Extremity Longevity Star, for he looked the oldest of those present.
Suddenly, there was the sound of Brahman chanting from the west, accompanied by the diffusion of countless golden lights.
A group of monks walked along a path of golden light, and the portly monk at their head stepped forward, creating lotuses with each step. Surrounding him were countless golden lotuses dancing in the air, accompanied by golden pearls, precious pagodas, and towers, all casting a solemn, majestic aura.
The eyes of the immortals were drawn to them, relieving the Southern Extremity Longevity Star from their attention.
"These bald donkeys, showing up at such a timely moment, huh." Sun Wukong sneered coldly.
Soon, the monks arrived above the Heavenly River.