[Dark Cultivation] [Cthulhu] [Weapon Crafting] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Journey to the West]
I-is this really Journey to the West?
A Buddha of flesh and blood, Bodhisattvas wreathed in black mist, a Bodhi tree teeming with worms, and a monstrous Great Sage.
After transmigrating into the world of Journey to the West, I became a young cultivator at a Taoist temple. In my dreams, the Celestial Court is bizarre; in reality, the temple is oppressive; even the ginseng fruit has begun to ooze blood.
Monsters wearing human skin in the mountains, my master's strange arts, Jin Chanzi drenched in blood: everything in this world reeks of the uncanny.
This world is strange, and my golden finger is strange too.
It's a crafting bench that stores items. Everything I put in gets combined into one of my weapons!
A Taoist's skin and a deer demon's bones combine into a corpse-whipping flail.
The Sea-Calming Needle and the corpse of an Abyssal Shark combine into the Sea-Covering Sky-Piercing Blade.
Can obsidian and meteoric iron really combine into an M14?
Master Qingfeng's alchemy furnace made of a forest of flesh, the blood-soaked Lion Camel Ridge, the Dragon King sacrifice in the fishing village, the Mohist School's thousand-year-old mechanisms...
The Six Paths are in chaos, the Three Realms are uncanny, and even the path of cultivation has become twisted.
"What kind of trash are you to think you can cultivate immortality?! Take it up with my heaven-defying divine weapon!"
"Crafting bench, give me an upgrade!"
