Those Five Hundred Years of Oppression

As soon as Sun Kongkong transmigrated, he saw a towering sacred mountain crashing down from above.

In the blink of an eye, he was pinned to the ground, utterly helpless.

MMP, who the hell did I piss off?

"You unruly monkey, you have thrown Heaven and Earth into chaos and committed every evil under the sun. From this day on, you shall endure the wind and rain, and suffer the agony of iron pellets and molten copper!"

The mighty bald monk, bathed in boundless Buddha light, slowly departed.

An unruly monkey?

I became Sun Wukong?

Damn it, Tathagata, this grudge is settled. The day I break out will be the day I crack your skull!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.