Honghuang Chaos Lotus: Black Myth, Journey to the West

What if a Chaos Lotus lived until the Journey to the West era and conspired with the gods over how the journey should go?

Faced with a sudden attack, Three Kingdoms Sanzang did not panic. Instead, he showed the composure and courage of a cultivator. He gripped the monk's staff in his hand, his gaze resolute as he prepared to meet the coming challenge.

Sanzang spoke calmly, yet with authority: “Amitabha Buddha, please calm down, benefactor. We are traveling west to obtain the scriptures and mean you no harm. Why press us so relentlessly?”

But Ma Chao ignored Tang Sanzang's plea. He wanted to end the fight quickly, so without another word, he swung his blade and attacked again. Seeing this, Three Kingdoms Sanzang had no choice but to fight back. Their horses met, and the monk's staff clashed with the spear, ringing with the sound of metal and sending sparks flying.

To onlookers, this was an unbelievable duel. Though Three Kingdoms Sanzang was a monk, years on the road had honed him into a formidable martial artist. His monk's staff, in particular, seemed almost alive in his hands, moving with extraordinary speed and versatility.

Tang Wang: I ask you to deliver a few scriptures, and it's either wind or rain.

Tang Seng: I haven't even started on you, you jinx. Even when a tortoise flips over, you get blamed.

Elder Jinchi: The kasaya, the kasaya, where is it?

Guanyin: If he doesn't put on that robe, who'll know he's already emptied Jinchi of everything?