The Real Journey to the West Pilgrimage Team

Tang Sanzang and his disciples had traveled far and wide, their faces weathered by wind and dust. This was not only the effect of the journey itself, but also a problem caused by the environment surrounding Chechi Kingdom.

More than twenty years of drought had made the climate around Chechi Kingdom exceptionally harsh. Not only was there no rain and yellow sand filled the skies, but even finding a shaded place to rest one's feet or something to moisten one's lips was extraordinarily difficult.

Moreover, compared with the original work, the number of minor demons in the world of Journey to the West: The Great Sage's Fury that actively attacked any passing travelers was even greater. The demons and demon beasts that had died at the hands of several disciples along the way were simply too numerous to count.

Yet it was precisely because of the supplies consumed by these minor demons that every edible thing the Pilgrimage Team had been carrying had been exhausted.

Of course, with the Great Sage and the others' divine abilities, obtaining food and drink would take only moments. If there was none in the Chechi Kingdom region, they could simply get some elsewhere~

But the problem was that the Great Tang Holy Monk, the team's leader, was stubborn. Determined to personally experience every hardship, he had strictly forbidden his disciples from using divine abilities to obtain survival supplies elsewhere. Thus, the walled Chechi Kingdom before them had become their only legitimate means of acquiring daily necessities.

However, when they reached the city gate, Sun Dasheng, walking at the front while dragging the Golden Cudgel and squinting against the windblown sand, keenly noticed a series of problems.

First, when the gate guards saw their group, they very obviously frowned. Then a younger guard, his face