Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

Monkey King's eyes were red, but he was a stone monkey and couldn't shed tears.

The holy monk in the phantom image had a kind and gentle gaze, his eyes full of doting affection for Sun Wukong, but he remained silent for a long time.

Monkey King knew this was a final burst of energy before his death.

"I have no regrets as I was able to see my master one last time."

But he still had so much to say, and finally couldn't help but choke up.

"Master, do you know how much your disciple misses you? And Old Pig, Junior Brother Sha, I haven't seen them since we parted ways at Mount Ling, and even the White Dragon Horse is nowhere to be found."

"Actually, I know it was Buddha who was behind this, but what about Mount Ling..."

"Lingshan..."

Monkey King's eyes turned dejected. Mount Ling was a pillar of the Heavenly Realm, so how could he just go up there and ask for people?

Even the great master Bodhi might not have this ability.

Monkey King's heartfelt lament touched countless viewers.

At this moment, people all over the world were not laughing at him, but were deeply impressed by Monkey King's personal charm.

"He really loves his master..."

"Yes, even though Master often recites the Tightening-Headband Mantra, the Great Sage has no hatred for the Holy Monk."

In my previous memories, most of the recurring images were of the Monkey King being squeezed so tightly by the headband that his head felt like it was about to burst.

Everyone thought he would hate Tang Sanzang, but unexpectedly...

The Buddha is the mastermind behind everything.

There are no absolutely good people in this world, not even gods.

"That's impossible! Tang Sanzang's journey to the West to retrieve the scriptures and save all sentient beings was instructed by Buddha. Why would Buddha want to harm the four of them?"

Not only do flower growers not understand, but even the little Indians don't understand.

"It must be a misunderstanding, or someone is deliberately smearing Buddha!"

Although Siddhartha Gautama went to the East to preach, he still enjoyed extremely high prestige in India, and his status was in no way inferior to that of the Trinity.

"Forget it, how can we mortals judge the affairs of gods?"

"In this situation, all I want to say is, Victorious Fighting Buddha, may you have a safe journey."

"May the Victorious Fighting Buddha rest in peace!"

A profound sense of sorrow arose across the land of China as we bid farewell to this indomitable Monkey King.

Seeing Monkey King's life force fading away, Su Ming was filled with grief, "Is there really no miracle?"

On the arena, Brahma was about to send Monkey King on his final journey.

"Shakyamuni, you should be grateful to me for getting rid of a major threat to you. But there's one thing I don't understand: what's there to be afraid of in a monkey that you can easily handle?"

Brahma was well aware of the Buddha's power; he was on par with himself.

Now that I've killed this monkey, does that mean...?

Just when the Indians thought the Western camp had gained another point.

Miracles may be delayed, but they will never fail to come.

A dazzling golden light shot out, blooming into a magnificent golden lotus on Monkey King's shattered chest.

When the golden lotus withers, the golden cicada should be born.

The holy and peaceful aura made even Brahma feel uncomfortable.

After slightly avoiding its sharp edge, the golden cicada transformed into a humanoid phantom, revealing a face as gentle and refined as jade, yet capable of transforming all things in the world.

"Wukong, your master is here."

"It's always been there..."

Tang Sanzang hurriedly hugged Monkey King to his body and frantically poured golden light into him.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mend his broken heart.

He was heartbroken by the suffering of dawn.

Even with Buddhism in power, he still suffers.

Seeing his beloved disciple in such a state, Tang Sanzang felt a sudden pang of pain, a pain he had never experienced before.

The Monkey King's dissipated aura seemed to be pulled back by a breath.

"Master...Master, am I dreaming? Is it really you?"

But the monkey was too weak to express his emotions at this moment, and could only weakly say, "In the past, I always protected you all the way. Now, lying in my master's arms, I feel exceptionally warm."

But the monkey still discovered that his master was not a physical entity, but merely a dharma form.

In an instant, resentment surged through him again, and he roared in a hoarse voice, "Buddha! What has Buddha done to you?!"

Tang Sanzang couldn't bear to deceive Wukong, so he told him the truth.

“It was your master’s fault. I shouldn’t have taken you to get that so-called true scripture, and I shouldn’t have set foot on that sacred mountain. It’s all your master’s fault. I’ve ruined you.”

After choking up, Tang Sanzang continued to recall: "Back then, the four of us, master and disciples, were all granted the title of Fengshan. We should have returned to our respective places to bless the people. It was only when the Buddha came to find me that I discovered that the so-called true scriptures were nothing more than manipulating the minds of the masses in order to win their faith in him."

"But the main purpose of our journey to the West is still because of you!"

As the saying goes, the Buddha's teachings are boundless; they shine upon all beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths, except for Wukong.

“Buddha foresaw that you are the variable who will inevitably turn against him in the future, but in the spirit of compassion, Buddha gave you an opportunity to trick you into joining the Buddhist sect.”

The journey to the West was just a casual job; the main purpose was to instill Buddhist teachings into Sun Wukong's body.

Unexpectedly, even after being granted Buddhahood, Wukong was not subject to the control of Buddhist teachings.

That variable remains.

Therefore, Buddha had no choice but to kill him to eliminate this future threat.

"Later, I destroyed all my merits and scattered my golden body in exchange for the Buddha's mercy. From then on, I transformed into a golden cicada to restrain your mind and nature, ensuring that you would not rebel against Buddhism. Only then was I able to escape this calamity..."

Of course, while the cicada trapped the Monkey King, it also trapped itself.

Only when Wukong's stone heart shattered did Jin Chan finally find liberation.

Upon hearing this, Wukong was already sobbing uncontrollably, "Master..."

It turns out that Master has always been there, and the golden headband has never changed, only in a different form.

"You old scoundrel, Buddha! If I, Sun Wukong, am not dead, I will surely make you taste the torments of the cycle of reincarnation, I will surely... cough cough..."

At this point, Monkey King had no strength left.

"Master, Pigsy and Sandy..."

Tang Sanzang remained silent, and with a flick of his wrist, produced a cassock.

It was the nine-jeweled Buddha robe that Monkey King laid out on the stone table and lay on every day.

"This is... Old Sha?"

Tang Sanzang nodded, the golden Arhat transformed into a Buddha robe, and Bajie became the local earth god who guarded the foot of Flower Fruit Mountain every night.

At this moment, both those who had seen Journey to the West and those who had not fell silent.

Su Ming's eyes welled up with tears; so this was the true ending of Journey to the West.

Indian: "I'm confused. Is Buddha really a villain?"

"There's no such thing as villains. Everyone has to look out for themselves, even Buddha is no exception."

The higher one's status, the less tolerant one is of threats to one's existence.

Monkey King no longer resisted the Buddhist robe, gently draped it over his body, and the image of Old Sand appeared in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Brahma's voice came: "What a loving master and disciple! It's just a pity that all living beings under heaven, whether human or Buddha, are nothing but fleeting clouds. Only the Great Heaven is eternal."

"This battle should end."

Brahma raised his staff of creation, ready to deliver a devastating blow to the Monkey King.

But Tang Sanzang stood in front of him, and the honest and gentle little monk glared angrily for the first time: "Don't hurt my disciple!"

Monkey King has waited five hundred years for this one sentence!

To be able to hear this before I die, even death would be worthwhile.

But Tang Sanzang's roar at this moment was not a powerless outburst of cowardice after a long period of suppression, but a true act of protection.

The enormous golden cicada light formed a light curtain, blocking Brahma.

Tang Sanzang turned to look at Monkey King: "I will do one last thing for you. From now on, you will have to walk your own path."

Having said that, it transformed back into a golden cicada, instantly manifesting the Dharma of Heaven and Earth.

The merits accumulated over ten lifetimes, which should have dissipated, piled up layer by layer, eventually transforming into a golden, radiant heart.

"Wukong, if the Heavenly Realm won't accept you, then go find your master, Patriarch Bodhi, but no matter where you are..."

"Your teacher has always been here."

After the Golden Cicada Lotus Heart was implanted into Monkey King's body, that kind and gentle voice, along with the sudden burst of holy power from Monkey King, completely dissipated into the arena space...