Five hundred years after the soul of the Great Sage Qitian disappeared, a new weapon spirit was born in the corroded body of the golden cudgel.
He forgot who he was until he met the lame little monkey——
The monkey held the moldy peach core and knelt down to worship the statue. The blood soaked the word "Ruyi" mottled on the iron rod. The sky-gazing mirror used to observe the lower world in the Thirty-third Heaven exploded, and the weapon spirit heard the sound of the heavenly gears starting to rotate.
"The Monkey King is just a false name." The weapon spirit turned the iron rod into a mechanical hand and attached it to the monkey's paw.
"But someone has to seek justice for them." The little monkey dug through the ruins of Wuzhishan and dug out half of the blackened purple gold crown.
[Recast the Divine Weapon]
Swallow the East China Sea's Dinghai needle and melt the Bagua furnace's Samadhi fire. When the weapon spirit tore open its body and transformed into a sea-covering dragon armor, the monkey's paw grasped the control rod of the mecha for the first time, and the blood of a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers outside the Nantian Gate dyed the clouds red.
In the Lingxiao Palace, the weapon spirit sneered at the thunder calamity: "Back then, you tricked the Great Sage into destroying his soul to suppress the calamity -" Seventy-two demon king shadows gathered at the quantum cannon's muzzle, "But you didn't dare to tell the three realms that the so-called calamity was just that the gods' incense was not enough!"
When the mechanical golden hoop penetrated the Buddha's golden body, the weapon spirit chuckled as the data collapsed: "Don't cry, I am a tool born for you."
The little monkey put on the purple gold crown with broken phoenix wings in the rain of blood, and the seventy-two mecha statues behind him suddenly returned to their places.
This is the dark journey to the west where machinery and mythology collide, and it is the heaven-defying bond between the poisonous tongue weapon spirit and the good-for-nothing monkey. At the moment when the mecha monkey's claws tore apart the list of gods, the gods and Buddhas finally recalled - that iron rod that pierced the sky never needed an owner.
