Mythic Invasion: Playing the Great Sage Equal to Heaven from the Start

Forget the synopsis. Here’s an excerpt from the story instead:

Sun Wukong’s final Dao Fruit burns fiercely in the void, its seven-colored light piercing the gloom of the Abyss of Eternal Night.

He looks down at his hands as they slowly turn transparent, then suddenly grins, golden light flickering in his eyes like the last flame of a candle.

“Kid, when Master put this golden headband on me, he once said: ‘Only those with something to hold dear can see things through to the end’...”

His voice suddenly catches. His trembling eyes turn toward the eastern horizon, where the lights of the Mountain of the Heart and Mind, the Cave of the Slanted Moon and Three Stars, once burned through the night without ever going out.

Deep in his consciousness, Jiang Ye feels a wave of sorrow unlike anything he has ever known, as if countless fine needles are moving through his soul.

“This old Sun’s life...”

Sun Wukong suddenly throws back his head and lets out a long cry. His Golden Cudgel sweeps through the void, and seventy-two clones turn into shooting stars, hurtling toward the core of the Lord in Yellow.

“I raised hell in Heaven, trampled the Underworld, and overturned Old Lord Li’s alchemy furnace...”

Fragments of shattered memories suddenly surge into his mind.

Patriarch Subhuti stands on a cloud platform, tapping the monkey’s head with a ruler.

“Wild monkey, how can you cultivate the Great Dao with such a short temper?”

Five hundred years ago, beneath Five Elements Mountain, a kasaya brushes over the cracked rocks.

“Wukong, as you head west, don’t forget who you are.”

“But in the end...”

He laughs three times. His thousand-zhang Dharma Form crumbles with a roar, and the Golden Cudgel transforms into a pillar supporting the heavens, piercing the body of the Lord in Yellow. A glistening drop drifts from the corner of his eye into the depths of the universe.

“In the end, I never got to bow to Master...”