Why was it eight hundred years after Journey to the West? Then I didn't know the "plot" anymore!
Meng Qi was furious, silently accusing Six Paths. Couldn't he let this venerable divine monk—no, this young hero—be a Seer-Prophet for once?
Heavenly Flames, Soul Beasts, Completed Sacred Physique—why didn't he serve up things like those?!
"Main Quest: Journey to the West Pilgrimage."
Six Paths' unhurried voice nearly made Meng Qi's eyes pop out. His mind was completely scrambled, and he was even more numb than when he had learned they were about to enter the Journey to the West World.
The Death Quest had to be helping Xuanzang and his disciples overcome the eighty-one trials and retrieve the True Scriptures, right?
So it was set eight hundred years later. Then perhaps the Death Quest would be spreading Buddhism, or searching for Flower-Fruit Mountain and the like?
Even being sent to the Tumu Fortress battlefield to rescue Oirat exchange students would have been more acceptable.
What the hell was this Journey to the West Pilgrimage?!
Who among them was Tang Sanzang? Who was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Who was Zhu Bajie? And who was the White Dragon Horse?
"The Heavenly Dao has collapsed. The Human World is a prison. Demons ravage the land, and the people cannot live in peace. The Six Paths of Reincarnation Space is unwilling to witness the suffering of all living beings." Six Paths' indifferent voice echoed across the white jade plaza.
Qin Sheng immediately laughed when he heard that. Unwilling to witness the suffering of all living beings~
What a hilarious old Six.
Believing Six Paths had a conscience and was kind was no better than believing Qin Sheng was the reincarnation of the Dao Venerable, only fifty taels of gold away from returning to