"You shoulder the load, I lead the dragon; we welcome the sunrise and see off the sunset..."
Zhu Bajie strolled along carelessly, a blade of foxtail grass between his lips as he hummed to himself.
The sun was setting, and the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.
"You blockhead, you're practically insulting Old Sun's ears."
"Now that we've overcome the tribulation at Shituoling, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun has killed the Evil Sword Immortal, the dozen or so remaining tribulations should be easier."
"Up ahead is Bikshu Kingdom!"
Sun Wukong hopped over to Zhu Bajie and smacked him.
He was already so ugly, and he sang so terribly, too.
If he didn't hit him, who would he hit?
"Bro, all you ever do is bully Old Pig."
"But even from this far away, I can sense the baleful energy surging over Bikshu Kingdom. This territory of the Human Race lies at the edge of the eight-hundred-li Shituoling, so it must be full of monsters."
"Even the sky above is filled with the wails of the Human Race's wronged spirits..."
Zhu Bajie hunched his shoulders and spoke with a troubled expression.
Across the vast land stretching millions upon millions of li, the Human Race struggled to survive.
With such a harsh, barren environment and demons and evil spirits running rampant, this place was even more miserable than the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
"No need to panic!"
"In a word: we take them down!"
Sun Wukong casually picked his ear and flicked out a clump of earwax.
Beneath the sunset's fading glow, Tang Sanzang and his four disciples continued onward. At this rate, they would reach Bikshu Kingdom in less than half a day.
Meanwhile.
At the summit of Tongtian Jianmu, Dao Resonance filled the air as countless Great Dao laws shimmered.
The Chaos Green