Journey to the West: My Disciple Wukong Is Dead, So the Gods and Buddhas Can Join Him

[Journey to the West + Primordial World + An Overprotective, Invincible Master] The True and False Monkey King: the Tathagata settled the matter with a single palm. The Golden Cudgel hit the ground, and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven’s soul scattered into nothingness. From then on, Sun Wukong on the journey to the West was no longer the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who had wreaked havoc in Heaven. The Three Realms celebrated: that unruly monkey was finally dead. No one remembered that in the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars, an old man with a head of white hair had once personally taught the monkey his first Somersault Cloud. Nor did anyone care that deep within Mount Fangcun, a pair of cloudy old eyes suddenly opened, reflecting the final moment of his disciple’s soul scattering into nothingness. “...Wukong.” The old man uttered just one name. Mount Fangcun shattered. The Thirty-Three Heavens trembled. The golden lotuses on Spirit Mountain withered. The bell in the Zixiao Palace rang without a breeze. The Patriarch Subhuti, forgotten by everyone, stepped out of Mount Fangcun with his white hair loose, crushing ten thousand miles of empty space with a single stride. The Tathagata pressed his palms together, his fingertips trembling. The Jade Emperor slumped on his throne, his face ashen. The Lord Laozi’s alchemy furnace exploded, its flames rolling backward. The six Sages all changed color. “How is that old geezer still alive?!” Subhuti raised his cloudy old eyes. His voice was not loud, yet every corner of the Three Realms heard him clearly: “This old man has had only one disciple in his life. His name was Sun Wukong. You... which one of you did it?” The earth split apart, the Celestial River flooded backward, and countless gods and Buddhas fell to their knees. On this day, every living being in the Three Realms learned that the decrepit old man who had secluded himself on Mount Fangcun was coming down the mountain.