The various gods gathered from all directions, converging upon the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.
Before the cave dwelling, exquisite blossoms and rare grasses all released their fragrance in full bloom.
Ancient cypresses and dark pines hung with jeweled chains—this was the true Taoist master's mysterious technique, prepared to welcome the assembly of gods.
Outside the mansion’s gates, Sun Wukong and his companions respectfully awaited the arrival of the divine assembly.
Upon seeing the gods arrive, each greeted them with proper bows and reverence, careful not to be disrespectful.
As the gods approached the inclined moon and triple-star cave, all were somewhat surprised by the awe-inspiring might displayed by Sun Wukong and his group.
Sun Wukong was adorned with the purple-gold phoenix-winged crown and donned golden armor clasped with chains.
His feet wore lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes.
His body was like forged dark iron, his eyes burning like golden lamps lighting up the firmament.
In his hand, he wielded the Ruyi Jingu Bang—a golden-banded staff.
His posture was majestic: his ape-like arms lightly stretched, sinews bulging like coiling dragons entwining pillars; his golden eyes turned frequently, radiating light like lightning splitting the clouds.