The Palace of the Polestar was burning.
Those golden-glazed immortal tiles were turning dull and fragmenting in the flames.
"Help... Quickly put out the fire!"
The immortal officials were shouting in panic, each trying to extinguish the blaze, but had forgotten that this fire was beyond their power to quell.
The Buddha sighed, "What a transgression."
"Sun Wukong, you have destroyed the Palace of the Polestar, an unforgivable crime."
The Buddha looked at Sun Wukong and said, "But seeing that you have your reasons, how about we settle this once and for all?"
He opened his palm, about to say something, when suddenly he felt a sense of unease.
This unease came from nowhere, but he immediately decided to use another method.
"Take my palm strike,"
The Buddha said, "If you can withstand it, I will never again interfere here. If you cannot, then return with me to chant sutras and repent. What do you say?"
"No problem."
Sun Wukong nodded.
