Great Sage, Leave Your Wordless Heavenly Book to Me!

Tang Sanzang threw the scripture with no words onto the ground.

“What use is a scripture with no writing in it?”

The pilgrimage party turned back toward Spirit Mountain.

Not one of them glanced at the pile of discarded paper again.

Only a starving refugee, gaunt as a skeleton, walked over and picked up the scroll.

“The scripture you don't want.”

“I'll take it.”

His name was Song Tianshu.

A transmigrator.

His original body's parents had died in the aftermath of the Lion Camel Ridge disaster.

The lesser demons had scattered, and the new ones were even more vicious.

The gods and Buddhas paid no heed. Heaven did nothing.

He had nothing.

Only a scripture without a single word.

And an absurd System.

The System said: Make Sun Wukong owe you a favor.

He did it.

The System said: Make the local earth god bow to you three times.

He did it.

The System said: Tell Guanyin the Buddhist sect owes you a debt, and you've come to collect.

He did it.

With every ridiculous task he completed,

A true passage appeared on the scroll.

Only then did Song Tianshu understand.

What the wordless scripture concealed was no Buddhist teaching.

It was the Heavenly Dao.

And every god and Buddha in the heavens knew its secret.

They dared not touch it.

The karmic consequences were too great.

Until an ordinary man picked it up.

“Your gods and Buddhas won't save mortals.”

“Then I'll save the people of this world myself.”

From Lion Camel Ridge to the Kingdom of Bhikshu.

From the Tongtian River to Fengxian County.

Every blood debt along the journey west,

He would collect.