The broken stone tablet stood quietly deep in the cave. The body of the tablet was full of cracks and stained with long-dried dark brown blood. It was engraved with lines of ancient tadpole inscriptions. The handwriting was simple and vigorous, hiding shocking past events that had been deliberately erased by the Three Realms. The text on the inscription is shocking and clearly written: The Great Sage Qitian was originally born against the will of heaven, with a different destiny and is not governed by the laws of heaven. He tightly bound his soul, sealed his supernatural powers, and suppressed his energy. He was imprisoned for taking scriptures, which looked like cultivation, but was actually under house arrest. Every step was a trap. The only one who could break this deadlock was the person around him.
Wukong stared at the inscription, the hair on his body stood on end, Qi and blood surged all over his body, the bluestone under his feet cracked inch by inch, and his whole body could not stop trembling. All the doubts in the past were instantly answered, from being crowned the king of Huaguo Mountain, becoming a disciple and learning skills, to causing trouble in the Heavenly Palace, being suppressed on the Five Elements Mountain, and then being forced to wear a tight hoop and escort Tang Monk to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. It turned out that it was never a coincidence, let alone the disaster caused by his momentary defiance, but a shocking conspiracy laid out from the beginning of his birth, and a long imprisonment against him. At this moment, above the nine layers of clouds, several icy-cold eyes were locked on us, their eyes full of undisguised murderous intent, as if they were about to fall from the sky and crush us completely in the next moment.
