Prince Jin froze for a moment when suddenly he heard a cracking sound beside his ear. Turning his head, he saw his system beginning to warp inexplicably!
Prince Jin was dumbfounded. What was happening? How could his system be breaking apart?
He instantly realized the cause and spun around: "Stop chanting! Stop chanting!"
But the others ignored him. Led by the monk at the front, they only increased the volume of their sutra recitation. The voices converged, pounding against Prince Jin’s skull until his head throbbed. Finally, he heard an explosion. When he looked back, the system that had floated beside him had shattered into fragments!
He could also clearly feel that the connection between him and the system was severed in an instant.
What in the world was going on?
Only the lead monk looked at him meaningfully: "Your Highness Prince Jin, the evil has been dispelled. Please rest now."
Prince Jin was utterly bewildered. He had never heard of a time traveler’s system being destroyed by the natives before!
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In a remote, desolate place overgrown with weeds, one clump of grass had withered and yellowed, now swaying faintly.
A furry hand clutched the roots of the grass, mechanically tugging at the withered stalks.
It wanted to look up at the sky, but the weeds blocked most of its view.
Thinking back to its former glory days, the Monkey was dazed, then drooped its head in frustration.
But a rustling sound came, and the Monkey’s ears twitched. It turned its head with difficulty and saw a small child leading an ox walk over.
"Great Sage Equaling Heaven! You’re still here!" the child said happily.
Sun Wukong gave a bitter smile. Where else could it go?
The child didn’t think much more. From somewhere, he produced a peach and held it up to the Monkey’s mouth: "Eat up! I took a detour today while herding the ox to pick it for you."
Sun Wukong glanced at the peach, then back at the child, and finally took a bite.
The child watched it expectantly. After a moment, Sun Wukong nodded: "It’s good!"
"Hehe, then eat it all. I’ll bring you another one tomorrow."
In truth, this wild peach couldn’t compare to the peaches of Heaven—sour and astringent—but to Sun Wukong, this kindness from the mortal world was far more precious.
The child let the ox wander to graze, then sat beside the Monkey and chatted. He talked about trivial things—his father going to work, his grandfather taking a fall—and Sun Wukong listened intently, nodding from time to time.
When evening came, the child suddenly jumped up: "Oh no, I forgot the time! Great Sage Equaling Heaven, I have to go home now! See you tomorrow!"
Watching his hurried retreating back, Sun Wukong smiled.
It couldn’t remember how long it had been trapped here—perhaps two or three hundred years, or even longer? During that time, it had seen a few strangers: some screamed and fled, others dared to approach and inspect it, and a few had even brought it water or food. But in the end, none of them ever returned.
A human life was so short. That child today would eventually become a frail old man.
Sun Wukong felt a pang of melancholy.
Just as its mind wandered, a shadow suddenly fell before it.
Startled, Sun Wukong looked up and froze.
Before him stood a monk, but something was off about him.
Though he wore a kasaya, the inner robe was missing, making him look more like a martial monk. Most striking, however, was the aura around him—it was indescribable.
A demon?
Sun Wukong grew wary. Above the mountain pressing it down lay the seal of that old Tathagata; most monsters dared not approach this place.
But the young monk seemed thrilled at seeing the Monkey. He bounded over in two strides, staring eye-to-eye with it.
"Great Sage, want to go on a pilgrimage to fetch scriptures? You’re the only one missing," he said.
Sun Wukong looked up at the monk for a long moment. "You know Old Sun?"
"Of course! Who doesn’t know the Great Sage Equaling Heaven from back in the day? So, pilgrimage—yes or no?"
Sun Wukong narrowed its eyes, studying Fang Zhiyi closely, then sneered: "Fetch what scriptures?"
"Buddhist scriptures, naturally!" Fang Zhiyi’s heart pounded with nervous excitement. He had encountered Sun Wukong before, even been killed by it once. He couldn’t deny his fear, but his exhilaration reached its peak.
He hadn’t met any monsters along the way. He knew that Xuanzang’s pilgrimage was recorded in history, which would make this an ordinary world. But when he saw Tripitaka’s ghost, he suddenly remembered: by this timeline, Sun Wukong was still pinned under Five Finger Mountain! After an exhausting search, when he found the Monkey here, he knew he had guessed right.
With this divine protector on his side, what scripture couldn’t he retrieve?
"Come out? Ha ha ha ha! Fetch scriptures?" Sun Wukong burst into laughter, tears streaming down its face. After a while, it pointed above its head. "Up there lies the scheme of that old Tathagata. Do you think you can handle it?"
Fang Zhiyi looked up at the towering peak, hesitated, then said somewhat uncertainly: "I... might be able to?"
Sun Wukong dismissed him as a braggart. "Go on, go on! Stop bothering me!"
But Fang Zhiyi was stubborn. "What if I can do it? Will you come with me?"
Sun Wukong said nothing.
Fang Zhiyi just stared at it.
Finally, growing annoyed, Sun Wukong spat: "You don’t know your limits! Go try it! If you fail, get lost!"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly grinned. "Then it’s settled, Great Sage." He glanced deliberately at the stubborn ghost trailing him—though this was the ninth reincarnation, it was still a Tripitaka Master, after all.
The moon hung higher in the sky, illuminating a figure scrambling up the mountain on hands and feet.
Only Fang Zhiyi knew that behind him followed a monk’s ghost with a slit throat. The thought gave him goosebumps.
What kind of monk dies and refuses to move on to rebirth, instead haunting someone else?
By the deep of night, Fang Zhiyi finally spotted the massive boulder perched on the peak. On it was a tiny talisman. A gust of wind made it flutter as if it might fly away, but it stubbornly clung to the stone.
Fang Zhiyi first tried tugging at it, then yanked harder, but the talisman seemed rooted in place—impossible to tear or peel off.
"Ah," Fang Zhiyi sighed, then turned to stare at Tripitaka’s ghost.
Meeting those emotionless eyes, Fang Zhiyi spoke: "You want me to help you fetch the scriptures, right?"
At the words "fetch the scriptures," Tripitaka finally reacted. Slowly, he nodded, maintaining an aloof demeanor.
"If you want me to retrieve the scriptures, you’ll have to help me get this thing off. Deal?" Fang Zhiyi pressed on.
Sure enough, as soon as "fetch the scriptures" was mentioned, Tripitaka’s gaze shifted from Fang Zhiyi to the tiny talisman.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
