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

Forget the blurb. Here’s an excerpt from the story instead: Sun Wukong’s final Dao Fruit blazed in the void, its seven-colored radiance piercing the gloom of the Abyss of Eternal Night. He looked down at his hands, slowly turning transparent, then suddenly grinned. Golden light flickered in his eyes like the flame of a dying candle. “Kid, back when my master put this golden headband on me, he said, ‘Only those with something to hold on to can see things through to the end’...” His voice suddenly caught in his throat. His trembling pupils turned toward the eastern horizon, where Lingtai Fangcun Mountain once stood, the lights of the Three Stars Cave of the Slanting Moon burning through the night. Deep in his consciousness, Jiang Ye felt a wave of grief unlike anything he had ever known, as though thousands of fine needles were moving through his soul. “This old Sun’s life...” Sun Wukong suddenly threw back his head and roared. His Golden Cudgel swept through the void, and seventy-two incarnations became shooting stars, hurtling toward the core of the Lord in Yellow. “I raised hell in Heaven, trampled the Underworld, and overturned Old Lord Lao’s alchemy furnace...” Shattered memories suddenly surged into view: Patriarch Subhuti stood on a cloud terrace, lightly tapping the monkey’s head with a ruler. “You unruly monkey, how can you cultivate the Great Way when you’re so impatient?” Beneath Five Elements Mountain five hundred years ago, a kasaya brushed over the cracked rocks. “Wukong, as you journey west, don’t forget your original heart.” “But in the end...” He laughed three times. His thousand-zhang dharma form crumbled with a thunderous crash, and his Golden Cudgel became a pillar that propped up the heavens, piercing the Lord in Yellow’s body. A crystal-clear drop drifted from the corner of his eye into the depths of the universe. “I never did get to kowtow to my master...”