He sprang from a stone, only to realize he had forgotten far too much.
Sun Wukong had always believed he was just an ordinary immortal stone from Flower-Fruit Mountain, transformed by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. It wasn’t until he became a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi that he discovered the chilling truth within him.
That dark demonic energy entwined with his spiritual root, those golden eyes that once glimpsed the threads of karma, those fragments of memories flashing through his dreams that didn’t belong to him.
In the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars, Patriarch Bodhi looked at him with profound meaning. “Wukong, you think the Journey to the West is about fetching scriptures, but you don’t know it’s a funeral prepared for him.”
When Sun Wukong finally raised the Golden Cudgel, he faced the truth behind the entire Three Realms’ grand design:
It turned out that the Havoc in Heaven five hundred years ago had been a “rehearsal” deliberately orchestrated by someone.
It turned out that each of the Eighty-One Tribulations on the journey had extracted something from within him.
It turned out Patriarch Bodhi had taught him supernatural powers not to make him a Buddha, but to...
“Master, if the Way of Heaven is a trap, I’ll break through the heavens!”
“If the Buddhas are players, I’ll flip the board!”
May you be happy and prosperous! Good luck
. Brave little guy