Sun Wukong feared neither heaven nor earth.
Throughout the Three Realms and beyond, who among the Heavenly Hosts of Gods and Buddhas did not know the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's temper?
Back then, he had dared to swing his Golden Cudgel and fight all the way from the South Heaven Gate to the gates of Lingxiao Palace without so much as blinking. He had even dared to turn somersaults inside Taishang Laojun's Eight Trigrams Furnace.
Afterward, he had been pinned beneath Five-Finger Mountain for five hundred full years.
Five hundred years, exposed to wind and sun, swallowing Iron Pellets when hungry and drinking molten copper when thirsty.
He had known pain. He had known hardship.
Yet he had stubbornly refused to utter a sound. He had never loosened his lips, much less breathed a word about his master.
Sun Wukong feared neither death nor having his divine soul cast into the Nine Hells.
At worst, he would fight his way back up.
There was only one thing he feared: implicating the old immortal who had tapped his head three times in the dead of night behind Mount Fangcun and taught him the Great Dao of immortality and the Seventy-Two Transformations.
"If you cause trouble someday, just don't tell anyone I'm your master." Those words had become the line Sun Wukong guarded with his life, one he would not dare forget even in death.
Times had changed, and nothing was as it had been.
The little monkey who had once tumbled about in the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars had now become the renowned Victorious Fighting Buddha.
He no longer wore a patched and mended Tiger-Skin Skirt, but a Brocade Kasaya. He held not only the Golden Cudgel, but also the Buddhist Sect's karmic rank of attainment.