Reborn as Tang Sanzang: Wukong, How Did You Become a Saiyan?

If Tang Sanzang had never been born, the divine path would have buried the heavens for all eternity! Ling Ritian merely scoffed when everyone sneered at him for awakening a useless battle spirit. His battle spirit wasn't that tearful Tang Sanzang, but Tang Sanzang the Heaven-Burier, who would bury heaven and earth and dare the cosmos to stop blinding him. Ling Ritian: “What? I'm Tang Sanzang, and I still have to go through eighty-one trials? And it's a school version? If there's a reward, I'll take it.” [You have obtained the innate divine abilities “Wukong, Save Me,” “Wuneng, Save Me,” “Wujing, Save Me,” and “A Long, Save Me.”] Ling Ritian: “What kind of lousy abilities are these? I don't need them. I'm a One-Punch Monk. Behold my mighty Dragon!” The louder he bragged, the more excited he got when it was time to call for help. Whether he was Sanzang or Sanzang, it didn't matter. “Disciples, hurry and save your master!” First disciple Sun Wukong: “Sa ya! Super Saiyan Third Grade, Kamehameha!” Second disciple Zhu Wuneng: “Why make me do this? Why force me to step in? Dragon-Subduing Ten-Palm Strike!” Third disciple Sha Wujing: “I am the Sand Shadow of the Flowing Sands River. Protecting my master is my ninja way. Sandstorm Burial!” Mount, the White Dragon Horse: “I have everything I need now. I'll protect Master. Dragon Blast!” Watching his three disciples and his mount charge in, Ling Ritian was completely stunned. “Right, Wukong's a monkey, nothing wrong there; Bajie is still a pig, nothing wrong there either; Wuneng's surname is Sha, and he's covered in sand, so that's fine too; the White Dragon Horse is a dragon, and it's still a dragon, just wearing a golden hide. Nothing wrong with that at all.” “That's right. They're my disciples, Tang Sanzang's disciples, and they'll come with me to fetch the scriptures of the System.”