The Investiture of the Gods has ended, and the Journey to the West has yet to begin.
Between them lies a secret history erased by Heaven and Earth.
He is a red-rumped macaque, an unknown disciple of the Jie Sect, and master of the source of water. He only wanted to farm, cultivate the Dao, help the world and its people, and live freely as an unbound immortal.
But one word from the Celestial Court branded him a demon monkey.
Framed and falsely accused, he was imprisoned beneath Turtle Mountain for a thousand years, cut off from all light.
After a millennium in captivity, he saw through the truth of the Heavenly Dao: what people call justice is merely an order upheld by those in power; what they call destiny is nothing but shackles binding all living things.
At the Investiture ceremony, he broke free.
He slayed his enemies, wreaked havoc in the Dragon Palace, defeated the celestial army, rallied the wild gods, and founded the Dunyi Alliance.
With his mortal body, he defied the order laid down by Heaven and Earth.
With his battered body, he filled the gap in the heavens, fighting to win all living things a chance to change their fate.
This is the story of a demon monkey who challenged the heavens to battle.
An obscure, tragic epic from the primordial world, set before the Journey to the West.
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It's been a long time since I've seen this kind of true traditional fantasy, and the entry point is even more novel.