Ready

Get ready.

Get ready well.

You can never truly be ready!

Wang Ming was entering the game right now without any preparation at all.

The Journey to the West!

An eternal grand scheme plotted by the mighty figures of heaven and earth.

Their preparations were simply far too thorough.

When the monkey would be born, when he would take a master, when he would ascend to heaven, and when he would wreak havoc in the heavenly palace;

Tang Sanzang's ten incarnations of reincarnation, the eighty-nine tribulations, every single step calculated, and his fruit status pre-ordained;

Marshal Tianpeng...

Wang Ming lay on a throne crafted from ice-blue jade, feeling somewhat unsure about this trip. The risks involved in leading an army on a western expedition were exceedingly massive.

This was because Wang Ming did not know where the bottom line of the various Buddhas and immortals lay.

The Journey to the West was a tribulation, but it was also a grand event for dividing a cake.

Li Shimin's overall qi luck was one of the main ingredients they used to bake that cake.

"Your Majesty, the Eagle's Sorrow Stream is right ahead."

Yuchi Jingde walked over to Wang Ming's carriage and reported respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ming pulled back his thoughts and looked at the stream below.

"Mountains need not be high; if there are immortals, they become famous. Waters need not be deep; if there are dragons, they become magical."

"Your Majesty has a fine poem, truly a splendid verse. Piecing together a complete poem like this could definitely be passed down through the ages," Minister Jia bootlicked.

Wang Ming merely smiled faintly. "I didn't make this poem, so stop flattering me. Wait until the day I actually write one, and then you can suck up all you want."