Journey to the West: Hidden in the Vast Sea, I Watch Over the Primordial World for Ten Thousand Years

They all thought I had died long ago.

In truth, I was simply hiding beneath the sea, watching Zulong breathe his last and Hongjun merge with the Dao.

Only when Tang Sanzang and his disciples reached the riverbank did I realize that this so-called Journey to the West was nothing more than a handful of rice I had casually scattered from the shore.