Five hundred years ago, Yang Jian personally killed Sun Wukong.
The Jade Emperor issued an edict, Lingshan acquiesced, and the six roots were dispersed. No one knew that the will root was not destroyed, but was hidden by Yang Jian in his heavenly eye. This is the bet between him and Wukong: to die in exchange for freedom, to break the fate of fate. Bet on who can't hold on first, bet on whether anyone will come after five hundred years.
For five hundred years, heaven was jealous and Lingshan infiltrated. The root of the tongue was taken away by the spiritual mountain, the root of the ear was refined by the heaven, and the remaining three roots were in danger. In Tian's eyes, Wukong was still sleeping. The broken old plum tree on the cliff has not bloomed for five hundred years.
Destiny man. He didn't know who he was, and he didn't know that all the gods and Buddhas in the three realms were staring at him. He only knew that he wanted to retrieve an erased memory and collect the six scattered ones.
The day when the plum blossoms bloom, the day when the person in my eyes opens his eyes, the old scores in the three realms should be settled.
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