Men and Horses in Chaos, A Westward Journey Travelogue

Very quickly, with a snap, the two great generals, Tianpeng and Curtain General, entered Reincarnation.

What did the authority of a Great Emperor mean? Only when the two were forcibly sent into Reincarnation did they truly understand.

A Great Emperor was still an emperor. How could a bunch of generals like them presume to challenge him? If he told you to become a pig, then you became a pig. If he told you to become a demon, then you became a demon.

As for so-called crimes and so-called reasons, they had never mattered.

A single thought from the Great Emperor was heavenly law. No explanation was needed, and no objections were permitted.

Before absolute power, everything was an illusion.

Marshal Tianpeng, who had once commanded the eighty thousand Heavenly River naval troops in Lingxiao Palace, became that simple-minded Pig Demon outside Gaozhuang;

Curtain General, who had attended the Jade Emperor's side, became Monk Sha, the man-eating demon of the Flowing Sands River.

They had once been glorious high ministers of the Heavenly Court, guardian generals revered by all immortals. Yet on the Great Emperor's chessboard, they were merely pieces to be moved at will.

The fate of chess pieces was never theirs to decide.

The wheel of history rumbled ever onward. A pig's womb and the Demon Dao might have been their destiny. This was the cruelest truth of the Primordial World—All beings were ants, and even immortals and gods were no exception.

Sun Wukong still had not emerged from his cultivation in Xieyue Sanxing Cave, while Tang Sanzang had already finished the Journey to the East... and he still had not come out.

This was ridiculous, my monkey. Tathagata had changed his daily scripture recitations to monkey recitations.

At least three hundred million years had passed, and even Gaozhuang