There is no compassion to save all sentient beings here, only the greedy sucking of incense by gods and Buddhas.
Five hundred years ago, the havoc in the Heavenly Palace was a well-planned sacrifice; five hundred years later, the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures was even more of a dirty conspiracy.
Sun Wukong, what escaped from the Five Elements Mountain was not a hero, but a murderous weapon that was released. He will crush everything along the way - no matter monsters or gods, but he doesn't know that every life he kills is adding merit to the mastermind behind the scenes.
Yang Jian, who has the eye to see through the ugliness of the three realms, has seen through this huge situation. He wanders on the edge between heaven and foreign forces, walking on the tightrope between loyalty and betrayal, trying to tear a rift in the web woven by the gods.
The reincarnation of Jin Chanzi? Tools of atonement.
Canopy, roller blinds? The Exiled Insider.
White dragon? Pledged hostages.
When Wukong smashed the "demon's" head with his golden cudgel, whose scapegoat did he kill? When Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged sword points at the demon outside the territory, what kind of decayed order is he guarding?
In this incense Shura field fueled by common people, can the two chess pieces overturn the chess game?
Watch how the gods and Buddhas fall, watch how the demons sing their lamentations.
This is a dark epic about betrayal, calculation and struggle.
