Journey to the West World.
Sun Wukong woke up again,
Then he found that his head hurt a little.
What kind of pain was this? In the darkness, a violent, savage aura was bottled up in his chest.
He had only two thoughts.
One was kill, kill, kill!
The other was eat, eat, eat! Kill Heaven, kill Earth, kill people, kill ghosts, kill immortals, kill gods, kill Buddhas! Eat Heaven, eat Earth, eat people, eat ghosts, eat immortals, eat gods, eat Buddhas!
Suddenly, he burst out of the stone.
After jumping out, his eyes gleamed with vicious light.
He shot upward toward the Heavenly Court, pierced downward into hidden abodes, and looked straight across the Earth Realm.
Everywhere he looked, there were things he could kill and spirits he could eat! No, I'm too weak.
I still needed to cultivate first.
Last time, he had gone looking for Patriarch Bodhi.
No wonder the Patriarch had forbidden him from revealing his name. If he knew that I wanted to eat people and kill spirits today, he definitely wouldn't acknowledge me as his disciple.
Without cultivation, he would not be able to kill many people even if he wanted to.
Following the route from last time, he built another wooden raft, crossed the vast sea, and arrived in the Southern Continent.
At that moment, some people on the beach mocked him.
"Look at that stupid monkey."
"Yeah. Look how ugly he is—neither human nor ghost."
Sun Wukong flew into a rage!
Seeing a young man who had mocked him, he pounced and bit through the man's throat! The man's eyes went wide. He had never imagined that a single mocking remark would cost him his life.
This taught everyone not to mock others casually. What if he happened to be a monkey?