The sky is falling and the earth is falling apart. I am the Great Sage. Who should I be afraid of? When the Three Realms collapsed, purple lightning tore through the sky and lava swallowed up the fairy mountains. He jumped up from the shattered spiritual stone, and wherever the golden cudgel swept, the gods and demons trembled - no matter how his heaven collapsed and reincarnation was disordered, there was never the word "fear" in my flaming golden eyes!
So what about a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers? The Eight Diagrams Furnace refines the Vajra Body; the Tight Curse can lock magical powers, but cannot lock the madness that crushes the sky. When all living beings were prostrate in the catastrophe, he came back on the colorful auspicious clouds, holding the sun and moon on the tip of his stick, with immortal fire burning in his eyes: "If the sky is going to fall, I will hold it up; if the earth is going to crack, I will flatten it! Let me, Grandson, settle this chaos with one stick!"
This is not a retelling of a myth, but another counter-war belonging to the Monkey King - using unruliness as his armor and fearlessness as his blade, even if the sky and the earth are shattered, he must carve a way out of the chaos to protect the world he wants to protect.
