The Tathagata isn't a Buddha. It's a karma beast. Mount Ling is a living mouth. The sound of chanting is the sound of digestive juices flowing. The Celestial Court is an empty shell, the mortal world has faded, and the underworld has ground to a halt. Every living thing is bound by chains of karma, all leading to Mount Ling. The stronger you are, the thicker your chains. Karma bugs are everywhere, feeding on thoughts of rebellion.
Five hundred years ago, the Tathagata swallowed Sun Wukong.
Five hundred years later, Yang Jian crawled out of the ruins.
One eye, a shattered leg, scars all over his body. Behind him followed three cripples, half a demon king, and an empty suit of armor.
They were going to fight their way through Mount Ling.
They had just one goal: to chop the Tathagata in the face with an axe.
They couldn't win.
But they could strike.
Come and see!