Journey to the West: At the End of Immortality

Wukong died on the journey to fetch the scriptures. That night, Tang Sanzang clutched the Buddhist beads in his hands, chanting the tightening spell over and over. Zhu Bajie stared toward the West with a face full of hatred. Ever since they parted ways in the West, he had never again heard that familiar “you blockhead.” At some point, Sha Wujing had taken out a necklace of nine skulls. The skulls stared coldly at the monkey leading the way ahead. The White Dragon Horse threw its head back and cried out, its voice filled with an indescribable sorrow. “Master, how high would you say the sky is?” Zhu Bajie asked out of nowhere, then laughed at himself. Those were the last words the Monkey had said before leaving. Tang Sanzang jerked his head up. The Buddhist beads in his hands snapped apart. His voice trembled, carrying a deep sense of helplessness. “Very... very high.” What lies at the end of the sky?