You are all still achieving enlightenment and becoming gods, while I have already been killing you in both the realms of gods and Buddhas.
The sky is a chess and scale star, and I kill the sages with my demon sword.
The earth turns the bones of the lute into strings, and the sound of death breaks through the abyss.
——Want to listen to the wonderful sound of the Lingshan Mountain collapsing, or watch the fireworks falling from the Lingxiao Palace together?
Dark Machiavellian Journey to the West and Conferred Gods, bold designs and adaptations, begging to be tasted...
