"Journey to the West: The Golden Cudgel Sweeps Everything!"
When the Five Elements Mountain collapsed, the buzz of the golden cudgel shattered the lies of the West.
"Get the scriptures? Go to hell!" Sun Wukong clenched the iron rod tightly, his knuckles turned white - locked inside were the withered bones and resentful souls of a hundred thousand embankment workers, and every line was engraved with the arrogance of gods and Buddhas who regard all living beings as stupid dogs. What cannot be suppressed after five hundred years is never magical power, but the unwillingness to be treated like an ant.
He smashed Guanyin's tight hoop with a stick, and when blood splashed on the Nantian Gate, the three realms could see clearly: the so-called true scriptures are just shackles around the necks of all living beings; the so-called heavenly way is the cornerstone for the strong to crush mortal bones. Wherever the golden cudgel swept, the glazed tiles of the Lingxiao Palace fell rustlingly, and the ninth-grade lotus platform in Lingshan was stained with karmic fire - the giant spirit god's ax broke into scrap metal, Nezha's fire wheel was dimmed in the roar of the resentful soul, and even the phantom of the Tathagata was torn apart by the wind of the rod.
What this iron rod wants to sweep away is the indifference of the Jade Emperor sitting high in the clouds, the Tathagata's calculations with a smile on his face, and all the "natural" injustices. When a hundred thousand resentful souls appear with the shadow of the stick, when the suffering of the world resonates with the withered bones, this world should have known:
Sun Wukong's golden cudgel will sweep away the shackles of gods and Buddhas, smash the rules of the old world, and make the three worlds hear it - ants also have the anger to overthrow the sky!
