——When myth becomes a prison, betrayal is the only piety.
At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, Sun Wukong smiled as he watched the six-eared macaque that looked exactly like himself walking towards the lotus platform.
Laughing at the carefully choreographed drama filled with gods and Buddhas, laughing at the so-called merit of "saving all sentient beings" finally became a prison trap for him.
Therefore, he chose to "die" in the palm of Tathagata's hand.
The golden cicada shed his shell, taking off the false name and shackles of "fighting and conquering the Buddha". He just became the mental ape that jumped out of the stone and only asked "if he can live forever."
However, he soon discovered that the world itself was an even bigger cage.
The order of heaven is a ruler, measuring every piece of incense; the merit of Lingshan is a scale, weighing every inch of piety.
The mountain god extorted the flesh and blood of village children, and the river god devoured the offerings of fishermen.
The one sitting high in the sky lowered his eyes indifferently; the one chanting compassion had his eyes closed.
The road he wants to take is not in the west, but under his feet. The way he wants to find does not exist in scriptures, but only in his own heart.
The origin of the Chaos Demonic Ape awakens in his blood.
But he is not alone on this journey.
The judicial god Yang Jian, between the cold sky and the blood and tears of his mother, quietly loosened his grip on the three-pointed two-edged sword.
Nezha, who was transformed into a lotus flower, began to burn his soul under the double chains of paternal authority and divine authority.
There are more names called "rebellious", "odd" and "unstable", raising their heads in the blind spots of their respective fates.
This is an expedition launched by a group of "prisoners" against the "jailers".
In this prehistoric world crucified by rules, they want to ask:
If the world is unfair, can it be broken and reborn?
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