Sun Wukong was happy not to mention it.
Amid clinking cups and merriment, he drank heartily with the Six Demon Kings. Given their strength and physical constitutions, although this monkey wine was brimming with spiritual energy, it should not have been enough to intoxicate them...
Yet it seemed that wine did not intoxicate people; people intoxicated themselves.
Before long, all the Demon Kings had collapsed!
Sun Wukong first had his underlings settle the Demon Kings, then lay back on his stone throne. Today, he had made another discovery: this world seemed vastly different from his "past life"...
Wasn't Old Man Tathagata supposed to have the greatest magical power?
Why were these Demon Kings so dismissive of him?
Instead, whenever they mentioned beings such as "Empress Pingxin" and the "Netherworld Underworld," they became extremely cautious, as though they feared saying something wrong and showing disrespect.
"That's not right..."
"It's not like I've never seen the Ten Yama Kings!"
"This Hall of Yama is a place where I, Old Sun, can come and go as I please..."
As he was thinking, Sun Wukong actually began to feel the alcohol hitting him. In his haze, he seemed to see two figures walking toward him. Their forms were strange: one held a Soul-Reaping Rope, while the other held a book.
"Sun Wukong?"
"That's him. Take him..."
Then came the clattering of iron chains. Sun Wukong's soul left his body, and in a daze, he followed the two of them into a dark violet passage.
After entering the passage,
he found himself in a murky, chaotic world...
Following the soul-reaping envoys, he arrived at a vast city. Above its gates were three enormous words: "Fengdu City."
"Eh? Something's wrong!"
"I, Old Sun, have been soul-reaped into the Underworld!"
Only then
did Sun Wukong suddenly snap