Sun Wukong Transmigrates to the Land of the End

With a somersault cloud, Sun Wukong traveled 108,000 li, never expecting to land in a strange place. Ten blazing suns hung high in the sky, their scorching rays stabbing straight down at the earth like swords. The ground was cracked, with enormous fissures like the gaping jaws of demons, as if ready to swallow everything in the world. Rivers ran dry. Where once the water had shimmered, only cracked riverbeds remained, giving off suffocating heat beneath the blazing sun. All the plants and trees had withered. Charred yellow branches lay scattered in every direction, leaving a desolate, lifeless wasteland. The moment Sun Wukong landed, he felt a wave of heat