I, Sun Xiaokong, have somehow become the final variable in the Great Sage Sun's fate.
The scam at Spirit Mountain: the pilgrimage to the West was a sham. The real plan was to refine my soul into lamp oil.
Luckily, I awakened the [Innate Chaotic Body]. I can devour worshippers' offerings, feed on resentment, and treat even heavenly soldiers and gods as experience points!
But this script doesn't seem right.
Weren't we supposed to be journeying west to seek the scriptures? Why does it look like a blood-soaked Buddhist assembly line for processing monkeys?
The Golden Cudgel shattered into six pieces, scattered across the Three Realms. Each piece suppresses a filthy secret of the gods and Buddhas.
“Fine. If you refuse to play fair...”
I'll devour offerings, pick up the fragments, beat up the Arhats, and tear down Spirit Mountain.
All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens tremble on the menu of me, Sun Xiaokong:
“How can this monkey eat even more than he did back then?!”
To be honest, the author shouldn't have posted tomatoes. This style of writing is more suitable for the starting point. It's a pity to post tomatoes [laughs]
To be honest, the author shouldn't have posted tomatoes. This style of writing is more suitable for the starting point. It's a pity to post tomatoes [laughs]