Arriving at Gao Village

Beyond Chang'an City, smoke and dust rolled in billowing clouds.

Tang Sanzang sat astride the Dragon Horse and glanced back at the endless "pilgrimage group" behind him. He felt that what he held in his hand was not the Nine-Ringed Monk Staff, but a tour guide's little flag.

Sun Wukong crouched on the horse's back, scratching his ears and cheeks. "Master, are we going to fetch the scriptures, or are we going to war?"

"This is called strength in numbers." Tang Sanzang's expression did not change. "There are many demons and monsters on the road west. We're forming a party to grind the dungeon. It's safe."

Tang Wei carried his trident and looked at the people in the group riding flying swords, piloting mechas, sitting on gourds, and even several riding shared bicycles, then sank into thought.

General Yin, meanwhile, wore a mournful face.

He had already been mortgaged to Qin Feng, and this time he was supposed to protect the transmigrators—but everyone knew transmigrators loved courting death the most.

"Keep up, all of you! If you fall behind, check the map yourselves! The system has navigation!"

Tang Sanzang shouted at the top of his lungs with a lion's roar, opened the "Team Leader Management Dashboard," and issued the first team mission:

[Team Mission: Reach Gao Village in Wusizang Kingdom. Reward: 50 basic contribution points]

"By your command!"

"Don't worry, Team Leader!"

"For merit!"

Replies rose and fell one after another. Though there was not much discipline to speak of, their enthusiasm seemed decent enough.

The group... or rather, the army, advanced west along the official road in a mighty, grand procession.

Wherever they passed, sand flew and stones rolled, and birds and beasts vanished without a trace.

No one dared stop them, either.

After all, with a formation like