Yimeng Huangliang

“Great Saint, why did you follow that thieving baldy to rob the sacred mountain?”
“Ah, it’s a long story. Back then, that thieving baldy grabbed my neck and asked me, ‘Are you coming with me to the Western Heaven, or should I send you to the Western Heaven...’”
“What about you, Marshal Tianpeng?”
“He said he was afraid of getting hungry on the way to the West, so he brought some dry rations along.”
“...”
This is a story filled with joy, scheming, and relentless teasing all the way through.

Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

To attract people to his side, he announced that anyone who could reach him would receive help in fulfilling one wish.


At first, people went, but then no one did.


It wasn't that Zhu Jiuyin broke his word and didn't help them fulfill their wishes. It's just that the mountain was difficult to ascend; out of a hundred thousand people, maybe only one or two could make it up there, and that wasn't the end of it.


If you wanted your wish fulfilled, you had to listen to his story first.


In the end, without exception, those who made it up there had their wishes granted, but also went mad...


Such an oddity this was, that when the draw was made, the Demon Emperor, in a stroke of misfortune, chose it and that was a commitment of thousands of years.


That he hadn't gone mad after thousands of years was already no small feat.


Chapter 92 Assimilation of the Saint