[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.
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They are my absolute favorite Fangcun Mountain master and disciple!!! I hope the Great Sage and his master are safe and sound!!! The Great Sage must return to Flower Fruit Mountain to be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!! And he must return to Fangcun Mountain with his master!!!
The author's writing is delicate, depicting Wukong's psychological journey during his 500 days imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain, and how he gradually transformed from the Great Sage Equal to Heaven into the rascal in Tang Sanzang's eyes.
The author's writing is superb, it's so good! 👀 The author's train of thought seems a bit disorganized, with many repetitions.
Although the details in the AI fanfiction forum are inconsistent, this story is quite thought-provoking and a bit heartbreaking to read.
It's very good and touching. It doesn't follow the original Journey to the West storyline, but rather extends it. The patriarch truly deserves to be called the patriarch.
The Bodhi Patriarch shattered the heavens for his disciple, a testament to the profound bond between master and disciple!
With his disciple dead, Bodhi's spirit crumbled, and strange phenomena arose throughout the Three Realms. The reclusive Bodhi, no longer hiding his tracks, shattered the void to seek justice for his disciple. The Buddha lost his composure, the Jade Emperor paled, and all the sages were astonished. The peerless master who had previously remained behind the scenes had officially entered the fray.
A wave of sadness welled up inside me, giving me a sense of being there.
It's so good! Master, oh Master of Wukong!
The disciple failed to shatter this hypocritical world; the master arrived.