Tang Sanzang gave the three brothers their final burial.
He turned.
He stepped forward.
The wind blew from behind him.
Warm.
Peaceful.
Everything seemed to be over.
Then the sky changed.
Not gradually.
But abruptly.
One breath earlier, the sky had been a pristine blue.
Sunlight spilled down.
Not a cloud for ten thousand miles.
The next breath.
The sky was gone.
Not hidden by clouds.
But covered by chaos.
Gray.
Murky.
There was no telling up from down, left from right.
There was no telling where heaven ended and earth began.
No telling what was sky.
What was earth.
What was real.
What was false.
In an instant, the entire Chechi Kingdom was swallowed by chaos.
The king sprang to his feet.
He knocked his dragon throne to the ground.
"What's happening?!"
His voice carried an unprecedented terror.
He looked at the sky.
The sky was chaos.
He looked at the earth.
The earth was blurring.
He looked at the people beside him.
Their faces were distorting.
No.
Their faces were not distorting.
Everything was blurring.
Everything was dissolving.
Everything was returning to chaos.
"The sky... what's happened to the sky?!"
"The ground... what's happened to the ground?!"
"My... my hand..."
A commoner raised his hand.
He stared at his fingertips.
His fingertips were blurring.
Not disappearing.
But losing definition.
As though wrapped in a layer of gray mist.
He clenched his fist hard.
He could feel his fingers.
But could no longer see them clearly.
He was not the only one.
Every person.
Every object.
Everything was blurring.
Everything was being eroded by chaos.
"It's Chaos, the fourth evil."
Sun Wukong raised his eyes and fully activated his Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils, seeing straight through to the essence of the chaos.
Taotie.
Taowu.
Qiongqi.
Chaos.
The Four