Everyone followed Zhu Bajie onward, learning cultivation methods and combat techniques as they went.
In short, they were having a grand time learning.
Their enthusiasm was so high it put senior-year high school students to shame.
So they learned as they walked, walked and walked, until they finally reached the mouth of a valley.
"Where mountains rise, monsters must dwell; where ridges stand steep, spirits are born."
Sun Wukong glanced ahead, then turned to the crowd. "There's demonic energy up ahead. You'd better leave now."
"But we still haven't mastered the cultivation methods and combat techniques," someone said.
"Hurry back. Which is more important, your lives or your studies?" Sun Wukong said impatiently.
"Of course our lives are more important." Everyone looked into the valley.
Black clouds filled it, and the whole valley reeked of blood and rot. At a glance, it was clearly no good place.
As ordinary people, they had previously been able to travel with the master and his three disciples. Only now did they understand that the Journey to the West route was a sightseeing checklist for Tang Seng, but a death trap for Ordinary People like them.
Back then, King of Tang had given Tang Seng two highly skilled guards. They had barely reached the border before monsters devoured them.
Journey to the West was an ordinary person's nightmare.
Did they really think they could just muddle through Journey to the West?
If you weren't the protagonist, encountering a monster meant certain death.
Thinking of this, everyone had no choice but to turn back.
At that moment, Little Illusion suddenly asked Wenren Sheng, "Dad, Dad, what exactly are you trying to do? I haven't seen you make any moves."
"Why are you so concerned about me? I just want to uncover the mysteries of their