"You carry the load, I lead the horse."
"We welcome the sunrise and see off the evening glow."
"We flatten every rugged path into the Great Dao, battle every danger, then set out again... set out again..."
"Lala... lalalalalalalala..."
"Through spring, autumn, winter, and summer, through bitterness, sweetness, sourness, and spice..."
"May I ask where the road lies? It lies beneath our feet..."
"May I ask where the road lies... The road lies beneath our feet..."
Chen Luo hummed the familiar melody as he poured his heart into writing the final chapter of Journey to the West.
He still remembered writing the first chapter of Journey to the West on Mount Fangcun, when the scene of the Monkey King's birth came to life beneath his brush;
Who could forget Sun Wukong causing Havoc in Heaven and battling a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers?
Who could forget the Tathagata wielding his Dharma and pressing down Five Finger Mountain...
Guanyin came east, preached the Mahayana Buddhist Dharma, and guided Xuanzang to travel west in search of the scriptures, drawing back the curtain on the magnificent prelude to Journey to the West.
There were all-conquering great demons; there were Pink Skeletons; there were immortals descending to the mortal realm, and there were lovestruck women;
One step, one trial; one halt, one tribulation.
At last, they had reached the end.
Although it was only a book, Chen Luo's heart was filled with emotion as he wrote the final chapter.
Journey to the West was Chen Luo's book of attaining the Dao, and it had brought him to Nine Thousand Li.
The Heavenly Dao Bloodline had revealed itself from the book as though it cost nothing, linking with the Heavenly Dao and breaking the Demon Race's tradition of honoring ancestors but not Heaven. It had helped