(No System, mythological Journey to the West, two male leads, wild imagination, passionate, scheming, the truth behind Journey to the West)
First Nuwa shattered the heavens, then Pangu created the world. Chang'e held the Five-Colored Stones, and all the mighty beings joined the battle to mend the sky. Dashang alone suffered a grievous wound, losing a million units of power. Zidu fell and sealed the secrets of Heaven. The Three Realms evolved, and Journey to the West came to be.
"They're all the Old Ancestor's underlings. Do me a favor." Zidu glanced at Dashang.
"Don't send your gardener out there, or I'll smack you with a slipper." Dashang pulled out a size 32 slipper.
"So you're Dashang. Give me back my brother's life!" Pangu glared at Dashang, fury in his eyes.
"If you're going to stop them from mending the sky, you'll be the one taking the blame." Nuwa looked at Dashang with a fascinated expression.
"Red-Horned King, you just love playing with other people's dogs." Red-Horned King grinned.
"Red-Horn, who let you barge in here, you dog thief?" Lang Hao stared coldly at Lang Hao.
"Who are you? Don't bother me while I'm reading my picture book." Bing Ci's eyes were icy.
"Big Brother Zidu, A-Man will protect you." Ba Man smiled at Zidu.
There are six forms of Taixu-shaped immortals:
Form One: mirror light; Form Two: spherical light; Form Three: arrow light; Form Four: bullet light; Form Five: mist form; Form Six: state light.
(The whole story combines the upper, middle, and lower sections of Journey to the West. It includes the creation of the world, the mending of the sky, and the true version of Journey to the West. I'm just an utterly ordinary truth-teller.)
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