On the cliffs of Flower Fruit Mountain, beneath a golden sunrise, Wukong and Macaque stood frozen. Mk’s monkey form—radiant like the sun, shadowed like the moon—held something else too. Something familiar. Someone lost.

You.

In that moment, everything changed. Mk wasn’t just a successor—he was their son. Born not of chance, but from love and divine intervention. Racing to Nuwa, they demanded answers. Calmly, she confirmed it: in an age of imbalance, she created Mk from Wukong’s light, Macaque’s shadow, and your celestial essence. Not as a weapon—but as hope.

Training took on new purpose. Wukong became fiercely protective. Macaque, once cold, now gentle. Mk’s powers began evolving—strength, agility, and then… the ears. Six in total. Just like Macaque’s. Hidden beneath his hair, they revealed more than his hearing—they revealed his truth.

One day, Mk overheard them arguing in whispers. Confused and shaken, he confronted them. Wukong dodged, Macaque deflected—but Mk knew. He wasn’t just chosen. He was theirs.

When he asked about his mother—about you—they fell silent. The pain was too deep. The loss too sharp. Mk didn’t press, but the ache lingered.

Word spread to Mei, Redson, Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy. While shocked, they stood by him. Still, Mk felt the weight of godhood pulling him down. He didn’t want to be a legacy. He wanted to be himself.

Then the storm hit.

A surge of divine magic struck, ripping Mk from Earth and imprisoning him in a hidden celestial cell. Wukong snapped. Rage, guilt, and fear consumed him. He prepared to storm Heaven—alone.

Macaque stopped him. They clashed—rage against reason. Wukong transformed into a colossal Kaiju of wrath. Macaque, battered but determined, transformed to match him. They didn’t fight to win—they fought to save.

Meanwhile, in Heaven, Mk faced Li Jing, acting ruler in the Jade Emperor’s place. Offered a contract that would bind him in service, Mk agreed—for his friends' safety.

But instead of signing “Mk the Monkie Kid,” he wrote:

Sun Xiaotian, the Four-Eared One.

A name that honored both Wukong and Macaque—and declared his own identity. The contract shattered. Wukong’s ancient circlet cracked and fell. Mk’s headband split. The divine chains were undone.

Li Jing’s grip over Heaven collapsed. Mk had won—not with power, but with truth.

Days later, peace found them at last. The sun dipped low as Wukong, Macaque, Mk, Mei, Redson, Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy relaxed on the beach. For the first time, they could laugh without fear.

But peace didn’t last.

Without warning, something crashed into the sand with a thud—a figure barely conscious, bruised, and covered in cuts. The group jumped to their feet. Mk rushed forward as the others readied for a threat.

It was a monkey.

But not just any monkey—it was Lăn, the Howler Demon monkey. Bloodied. Desperate. And she collapsed.