After transmigrating into Journey to the West, I became Xuanzang, the Son of Destiny.
I had planned to follow the script, attain Buddhahood, and live forever. Then, out of nowhere, I received an invitation to the chat group of the Myriad Worlds. Looking at the members, I recognized them all as familiar figures from across the myriad realms.
Han Paopao: "Fellow cultivators, anyone want to team up? The reward is generous!"
Ye Hei: "Brother Zang, take me with you! Let's farm the Dark Source dungeon together."
Wuhun Pope: "Has this pope been put in solitary confinement?"
Ruthless Empress: "I seek not to become an immortal, only to wait for your return in this mortal world."
Buddha: "Xuanzang, don't come any closer!"
Xuanzang glanced silently at his chat group's bunch of fools, then slowly rolled up his sleeves. He looked at his muscular disciples, and the whole tone of their journey to the west began to veer off course.
