"Master, we’ve been through eighteen hells and eighty trials," Wukong grunted, leaping down with his Golden Cudgel balanced on his shoulders. "But this place... it feels different. The air doesn't just burn. It hungers."
"Not just a trial," the Archivist said, opening the ledger. "A gateway to absolute freedom. In the mortal tongue, they call it Ingyen —The Free Path. A realm where your past karma is wiped clean, where power is given without sacrifice, and the true divinity within you is unlocked without the need for a thousand years of meditation."
Wukong instantly bared his fangs, his staff expanding in his grip. "Who goes there? Show yourself before I turn this mountain into dust!"
Wukong looked at the golden rift. He could see a paradise within—rivers of jade, trees bearing peaches of immortality, and an overwhelming sense of absolute peace. It was everything he had ever fought for. No more gods looking down on him. No more heavy golden headband restricting his skull.
With a roar that shook the Flaming Mountains, Wukong leapt into the air and brought his Golden Cudgel crashing down on the celestial rift.
"A trial?" Bajie groaned. "More fighting? I'd rather have a bowl of noodles."
"Master, we’ve been through eighteen hells and eighty trials," Wukong grunted, leaping down with his Golden Cudgel balanced on his shoulders. "But this place... it feels different. The air doesn't just burn. It hungers."
"Not just a trial," the Archivist said, opening the ledger. "A gateway to absolute freedom. In the mortal tongue, they call it Ingyen —The Free Path. A realm where your past karma is wiped clean, where power is given without sacrifice, and the true divinity within you is unlocked without the need for a thousand years of meditation." Divinity Chronicles: Journey to the West Ingyen...
Wukong instantly bared his fangs, his staff expanding in his grip. "Who goes there? Show yourself before I turn this mountain into dust!" "Master, we’ve been through eighteen hells and eighty
Wukong looked at the golden rift. He could see a paradise within—rivers of jade, trees bearing peaches of immortality, and an overwhelming sense of absolute peace. It was everything he had ever fought for. No more gods looking down on him. No more heavy golden headband restricting his skull. The air doesn't just burn
With a roar that shook the Flaming Mountains, Wukong leapt into the air and brought his Golden Cudgel crashing down on the celestial rift.
"A trial?" Bajie groaned. "More fighting? I'd rather have a bowl of noodles."
