Journey to the West: Can We Beat the Mountain Village Corpse by Attacking Together?

At first, no one paid any attention to the disturbance. They were just mountain spirits and monsters; mere mortals could deal with them.

Daoist Master Yimei went to handle it, then vanished without a trace. It was no surprise, after all: he was only mortal. Let low-level monsters deal with low-level monsters.

The two little demons also disappeared. When the Howling Celestial Dog heard about it, he was intrigued and secretly descended to the mortal world to investigate.

Two days later, True Lord Erlang found Wukong. "Monkey, the Howling Celestial Dog's life-lamp has gone out. Something's wrong. I'll go take care of it!"

That day, the Victorious Fighting Buddha, who had sat atop a lotus for five hundred years, cast off his kasaya, roared, "Staff, come!" and charged toward the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars, unseen for a thousand years, reopened its gates. Patriarch Subhuti sat in silence for a long time, gazing at Wukong, who no longer even looked like a monkey, then let out a quiet sigh and walked out of the mountain gate.

The Thirty-Three Heavens may be vast, but we have nowhere left to retreat. The South Heaven Gate is behind us.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the gates of the Zixiao Palace reopened. Faced with the crisis of restoring the elements of water, fire, and wind, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun had no choice but to bring the Saints back into the mortal world.

They're gone. Every last one of them...

Today, I receive the decree of the Corpse Saint.

Reopen chaos.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.