Immortal life, everyday moments, and sunny, heartwarming adventures
(A vivid ensemble cast of fellow disciples) + (fresh takes on traditional mythological figures) + (exploring the conflict between good and evil) + (happy endings for mythological figures)
Synopsis: Wuxu, the senior disciple of Fangcun Mountain, is the laziest High Immortal in three realms. The Jade Emperor has issued an order? Perfect, the junior disciples can use the experience! The Human Realm is in turmoil? Bai Ze seems to have some free time! Master is taking a final disciple? Maybe leave it to the Four Fiends... Thud! Actually, I’ll handle this one!
As Bodhi’s first disciple, his true strength is unfathomable, and his connections reach so far that even gods and Buddhas give him some deference. He just wants to laze around in seclusion on Fangcun Mountain. But life is full of surprises: the final disciple he needs to find turns out to be Sun Wukong, the stone monkey born of the rocks! He also has to secretly arrange the journey to the West, guiding mythology toward a hidden ending: Jingwei, who once tried to fill the sea, lets go of her obsession; Hundun of the Four Fiends finds a new pastime; even Zixia and Supreme Treasure can have their happy ending.
The sect is always bustling. Will Yang Jian reunite with his family? Why does Qiongqi howl at the mountain gate day and night? The line between good and evil grows ever hazier: gods and Buddhas have their own agendas, while demons can have kind hearts. Long-buried mysteries of the Three Realms come to light in this unconventional mythological ensemble tale, told in reverse chronological order, weaving together the rise and fall of gods, Buddhas, the Celestial Court, and ancient mythical beasts. The mysterious slacker Wuxu is forced to get “back to work.”
Yet as he uses the laziest methods to bring order to the Three Realms, protect his sect, and give the myths their happy endings, he discovers that the mark of the first move on the conspiracy’s chessboard looming over the Three Realms is exactly like an unintentional act of “enlightenment” he performed once every few thousand years...
