I always thought I was the son of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, born to glory and destined for greatness.
That is, until the spirit mark behind my ear began to burn, my dead father’s wails echoed in my ears day and night, and the mysterious person who saved my life sneered and exposed the truth: “Your father wasn’t the Victorious Fighting Buddha.”
I am Sun Ying, a “mongrel monkey” born of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven’s spiritual essence and the bloodline of the Six-Eared Macaque. At my hundredth birthday banquet, Heaven branded me a “remnant” and began hunting me without end.
The “father” I revered as a god was actually the murderer of my birth father, the thief who stole my spiritual essence. All the glory and faith I’d known in the first half of my life were nothing but a carefully planned deception.
My name is absent from the underworld’s Book of Life and Death, and the Three Realms and Six Paths see me as an anomaly. The gods and Buddhas enthroned high above have defined me by their coldest rules as “a shadow that must be erased.”
Fine. Very well.
If the laws of Heaven won’t accept me, and the gods and Buddhas want me dead, then I’ll use this “mongrel” power to tear open Heaven’s hypocritical facade and pierce the lawless sky!
“Half the power I have comes from those I respected and loved. The other half comes from those I hated and killed.”
Today, I am no one’s Great Sage’s son. I am Sun Ying.
For my late father, the Six-Eared Macaque, I demand blood for blood! For myself, I demand justice and the right to live as a person!
It's so imaginative!