That evening when Tang Sanzang wrote the letter of expulsion, an old monkey on Flower-Fruit Mountain crouched on the Watching Sea Rock and wiped away his tears. Their king sat before the waterfall, clutching his Golden Cudgel. The fiery eyes that had once burned with impatience on the journey to fetch the scriptures now shone with a light they had never held before.
Then a System alert exploded in Sun Wukong’s sea of consciousness: “Detected: Host is resisting his predetermined fate. Activating the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Development System.” From that moment on, Buddhism’s game of chess was shattered. The monkey who had been crushed beneath Five-Finger Mountain for five hundred years shook off the dust and planted his Golden Cudgel in the ground. “This blasted pilgrimage? This old monkey’s done with it! From today on, Flower-Fruit Mountain is heaven!”
