“I, Sun Wukong, shall suppress every enemy under heaven!”
“Those who believe in me shall attain eternal life. Those who do not shall meet me in the cycle of reincarnation!”
The figure murmured, his voice like the peal of a great bell, shaking the ancient temple until its beams rattled. He flexed his newly reborn limbs, power enough to crush stars seemingly hidden beneath his chaos-hued skin. A satisfied smile, enough to make immortals and demons alike tremble, crept across his lips.
It was Sun Wukong! No, at this moment, he seemed more like an ancient war spirit who had emerged from the very source of chaos. Over a thousand years, with nothing but a wisp of undying consciousness, he had ground away and fused the remnants of the frenzied primordial essence within this chaotic corpse.
Is it meaningful to copy someone else's book again?