When Sun Wukong emerged from beneath Five Elements Mountain, he realized at once that something was wrong with this world.
The forms of the gods and Buddhas filling the sky were all black. The ruins of the Celestial Court were covered in enormous claw marks, and the Merit Pool at the foot of Spirit Mountain had dried into an abyss.
This wasn’t the Three Realms he knew.
Even stranger, another “Sun Wukong,” battered and bleeding, with his Golden Cudgel snapped in two, fell from the sky. The first thing he said wasn’t “Your Grandpa Sun is here!” but:
“You shouldn’t have come here. I have to kill you.”
Good-looking, love to watch, hairy