After Journeying West, Tang Monk and His Disciples Transmigrate to Honghuang and Become Legends

The primordial world is in chaos. Gods, demons, immortals, and monsters are locked in savage battles, yet none of them dares pick a fight with the monk riding a white horse.

Who hasn't heard that Tang Sanzang travels with four fearsome fighters capable of turning heaven and earth upside down?

His eldest disciple, Sun Wukong, has established an immortal court on Flower Fruit Mountain. When he swings the Sea-Calming Needle in his hand, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas have to kneel and call him Great Sage, while even the Celestial Court has to offer him a cigarette and speak politely.

His second disciple, Zhu Bajie, has mastered the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir Technique and the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Transformations. The flames of his alchemy furnace can burn through the clouds of the nine heavens, and a swing of his Nine-Toothed Rake can shatter a mountain that has stood for ten thousand years. He's earned the nickname “Heavenly General of Alchemy and War.”

His third disciple, Sha Wujing, spent ten thousand years hidden beneath the Flowing Sands River. The string of skulls around his neck has absorbed enough baleful energy that a casual swing can kill a Golden Immortal. If someone provokes him, he simply says, “Please, benefactor, let's not make a fuss.”

Then there's the White Dragon Horse, reborn as the Third Prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea. Netherworld dragon aura envelops him and can corrode immortal bones. Before every fight, he asks his master, “This karmic burden is too heavy. Shall I take it for you, Master?”

Everyone trembles in fear. This isn't a pilgrimage party, it's a demolition crew from the primordial world!

Tang Sanzang rolls his prayer beads and sighs. “Don't panic. My disciples are just... a little too good at fighting.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, Sun Wukong flattens a mountain peak with one strike, Zhu Bajie's alchemy flames scorch half the sky, Sha Wujing's baleful energy sweeps over ten mountains, and the White Dragon Horse freezes a river with his dragon aura.

Tang Sanzang gives a little cough. “Ahem, I said I can keep them under control. Do you believe me?”

Everyone: “We believe you! Whatever you say! Just don't let them start fighting!”