The gods in the Hall of Divine Mists were terrified as a crack split the center of its towering gates. Purple-gold flames burst through the gap. The Monkey King was unstoppable, with no god able to stand against him, and smashed the hall's gates to pieces with a single strike of his staff.
"He finally went back..."
Feeling sad after reading...
I just want to say that the Buddha cut three thousand hairs of the world's people, why didn't he cut his worries...
Young Master, you will become a god, and I will always support you!
Why do you feel like crying? I want to read Journey to the West again.
Suddenly I felt so dirty. . . When I saw the "big thing breaks" in the penultimate paragraph of 4.8%, I couldn't help but think wrong. . .
Reading Journey to the West now feels a lot different than before. The writing is great~
This article written by Stone Monkey is so profound.
"He finally went back..." Feeling sad after reading... I just want to say that the Buddha cut three thousand hairs of the world's people, why didn't he cut his worries... Young Master, you will become a god, and I will always support you!
Why do you feel like crying? I want to read Journey to the West again.
Suddenly I felt so dirty. . . When I saw the "big thing breaks" in the penultimate paragraph of 4.8%, I couldn't help but think wrong. . .
Reading Journey to the West now feels a lot different than before. The writing is great~
This article written by Stone Monkey is so profound.