When I transformed into Sun Wukong, the golden hoop was strangling my head.
Tang Monk was chanting sutras, Zhu Bajie was lighting the fire, and Sha Monk was packing his luggage silently.
And Guanyin's rosette is hanging in the clouds, waiting for me to surrender.
But they don't know - this body contains the soul of a modern nuclear physics doctor.
I grinned, and the golden cudgel suddenly transformed into a particle accelerator.
"Master, tell me... How many joules of energy is needed to break a spiritual mountain with a stick?"
If Journey to the West is a program that has been written to death, then use the fire of chaos to burn the entire system into a future.
