Ling Cang, an overworked wage earner who died suddenly after staying up all night, woke up to find himself transmigrated into a gray wolf demon on the Journey to the West.
Immortals were everywhere, and demons were as common as dogs. Seeing the way things really were, Ling Cang gave up on the spot: no discipleship, no taking sides, no involvement in the scripture-seeking journey, and a wide detour whenever he saw Tang Sanzang. All he wanted was to find an uninhabited mountain and quietly be a wolf who could nap in the afternoon.
But Heaven had other plans for the wolf. He unexpectedly awakened the “Black Hole Devour” golden finger, which could devour spiritual energy, demonic energy, malice, and obsessions. It also came with an incredible concealment ability that even the Heavenly Dao couldn't predict. From then on, he could get stronger just by keeping a low profile, without any arduous cultivation. He also found an innate spirit bow, letting him fire surprise shots from a distance and run as soon as the fight was over, never engaging enemies head-on.
Just as he was enjoying his peaceful life, the mountain grew stranger by the day. The demon kings of the Eighty-One Tribulations seemed to be controlled by something, acting wildly and erratically. Eerie black mist spread in secret, and even the mountain gods and local deities grew greedy and twisted. A white-robed girl appeared out of nowhere and revealed a shocking secret: this Journey to the West had never been about guiding people toward goodness. It was a grand scheme for gods and Buddhas to control the board and divide up the fortune of all living beings.
Ling Cang sighed. All he wanted was to lie flat, but the game kept getting shoved in his face. In that case, he would let this wolf, who wasn't even on the board, flip the whole table.
