If you're so capable, then you go ahead and do it; this calamity is truly insurmountable.

"Master, our eldest brother fought that mortal for three years and six months, and they're even again!" "Bodhisattva, stop chanting the Tightening-Headband Mantra! That impudent monkey really didn't slack off; he used every ounce of strength he had!"... The journey to the West, eighty-one tribulations. The Buddha made the decision, the Heavenly Court tacitly approved, demons cooperated, and immortals merely went through the motions. Everyone knew this was a game destined to be won. But until that day, an additional tribulation appeared on the journey. An unregistered, untraceable, unclaimed tribulation in the Three Realms. It sat in the middle of the road, refusing to yield to anyone. Sun Wukong's golden cudgel struck down, and after three days and three nights, it was a 50/50 fight. Laozi personally intervened, showering the tribulations with elixirs and magical treasures, yet it was still a 50/50 fight. The Buddha stretched out his palm, his vast Buddha light pressing down—still a 50/50 fight.