Blood Feast of Journey to the West: From the Start, I Ate My Own Ten Lifetimes' Worth of Golden Cores

[A Dark, Twisted Reimagining of Journey to the West] The day the pilgrimage succeeded, the Buddha’s realm held a feast. Only then did we learn that ten lifetimes of cultivation had been nothing more than a meal for the gods and Buddhas. Tang Sanzang was cut open for his core, Wukong had his soul ripped out, Bajie’s devotion was a love curse, the lamp Sha Seng shattered held the light captive, and Xiaobailong’s ancestors had been boiled into soup… When they opened their eyes again, they carried all the karmic debt of the gods and Buddhas, and were forced to journey east. This time, I am not called Tang Sanzang. I am Tang Sanzang the Undertaker. I have not come to save all beings, but to bury Heaven, bury Earth, and bury every god and Buddha in the sky! From then on, the road back to Chang’an became a funeral procession for all the gods and Buddhas. We encountered Nezha, whose flesh had been cut away to repay his parents; and the Jade Rabbit, imprisoned in the Moon Palace and used as a battery. Those exalted immortals and Buddhas discovered that the “karmic obstacles” they had created with their own hands were being forged into the cruelest blades, driven back into their own bodies one by one. The Tathagata roared, “Golden Cicada, stop!” I crushed the last merit stele in my hand, looked toward Chang’an, and smiled: “Don’t rush. Once I’ve turned the last incense offering in this mortal world into a…epitaph for every one of you.”