The war between the Heavenly Taoist Chan Sect and the dragons was finally over, marking the victory for Ne Zha and his allies. The army of demons and dragons roars in triumph, their cheers going far across the open ocean.

And now many sat in silence, peace filled the land surrounding, it was time to celebrate what had just become. The winners of the war return to Chentang Pass shortly after, their bodies weary and jaded from the extensive battles and the heat of the Tianyuan Cauldron. The ocean crashed against the rocky shores below the cliffside of the island, its harsh waves beating against the rock in repetition. A vivid orange light drowns Chentang Pass in a warm glow, and a fresh breeze travels through the island, rustling the trees sitting atop the mountains surrounding the beaten empire. Despite the damage from the lava, Chentang Pass was already on its journey to rebuild itself, with the remaining troops and civilians working together to repair damaged buildings and fortresses.

Ao Guang and his son, Ao Bing, sat in silence beside each other. Ne Zha, as well, seemed to be enjoying the peace for once. The group sat in silence enjoying their cups of tea. Ao Guang stared up at the sky, the Dragon King of the East Sea seemed to be at peace for once.

Ao Guang, standing at 7'7, in his human form, appears as a tall, middle-aged man in huge, metal armor. He has thick, but pointed, branched horns, and white hair tied in the traditional male topknot. He has brown eyes, and often a stoic expression. His armor shows sharp, bladed edges, with dragon-like motifs and scales on the plates of the torso, corset, and tunic section, his red eyes scanning the horizon as he and his son Ao Bing sit in silence beside Ne Zha "It's quiet, father," Ao Bing replied, earning a small gruff hum in response from his father

"Indeed, my son..." Ao Guang replied, sipping his tea