The Demon God army spread across the universe, like tigers among a flock of sheep.
Whenever they found a world, they wasted no words. They struck at once, refining its Heavenly Dao into essence. Without the Heavenly Dao to sustain it, the world collapsed into the void.
The Chaos Demon Ape was even more blunt. He smashed straight through everything in his path. Whenever he saw a world, he brought his staff down on it, shattered it completely, then gathered its essence.
The Creation Demon God stood in the void, looking down at an unusual world.
There were gods and Buddhas, immortals and demons within it. Everything seemed orderly, yet its living beings were steeped in resentment.
At that moment, the gods and Buddhas filling the sky were besieging a monkey.
The monkey had golden fur, wore golden chainmail, and held an iron staff. Though wounds covered his body, an unyielding fire still burned in his eyes.
The man seated high in the High Heaven Palace demanded sharply, "Sun Wukong! You were born of heaven and earth, so we granted you the fruits of your journey west and bestowed upon you the title of Victorious Fighting Buddha. Yet instead of showing gratitude, you raised an army against heaven! What do you have to say for yourself?"
Sun Wukong burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Gratitude, you say! The gods and Buddhas above see all living beings as ants. In your eyes, I'm nothing but a dog! When you're pleased, you toss me a bone; when you're not, you crush me as you please! The entire journey west was a scheme you laid from start to finish, and you call that kindness?"
Beside him, Tathagata pressed his palms together and said coolly, "When drought strikes, sweet rain falls. When demons cause chaos, gods