Three concealed streaks of light tore across the primordial sky, racing silently toward the border between the Western Ox Continent and Southern Jambudvipa. The closer they drew to the Western Journey Path, the stronger that intangible sense of a "script" became. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to have been combed through by an invisible hand, its flow so orderly it was suffocating; the contours of mountains and rivers faintly aligned with the paths of some formation; even the demons and beasts encountered along the way, their territories and degrees of ferocity, seemed like carefully designed "stages."
Li Wuyang circulated his Chaos Dao Foundation. Chaos swirled in the depths of his eyes, and he vaguely "saw" the fine, spiderweb-like threads of Heavenly Dao laws permeating the void. Those threads connected all things and guided the course of "fate." A thousand miles ahead, an arrogant aura blazing like fire, yet tightly bound by layers of golden Buddhist incantations, was violently clashing with a cold, cunning demonic aura that likewise bore traces of the "script."
"That monkey head, and... an aquatic demon aura with a hint of Buddhist salvation? Heh, another arranged 'tribulation.'" Primordial Father sneered mockingly.
A moment later, the three concealed themselves and arrived at the bank of a vast river of surging black water and muddy waves that blotted out the sky. The river stretched over eight hundred li wide. Yin winds howled, its currents were treacherous, and whirlpools filled its center, exuding a savage aura that devoured living beings. A stone stele stood by the shore, bearing three ancient, simple characters: Tongtian River.
A "fine show" was currently playing out on the riverbank. Sun Wukong wielded the Golden Cudgel against an old woman carrying a bamboo basket. Dressed as a fisherwoman, she was hideous of face