Fahama_Rizwan

After the fall of the Immortal Court, the world lies broken and corrupted. Xuanzang, a reincarnated scholar with no cultivation and a mountain of karmic debt, awakens under a dead Bodhi Tree—bound to a mysterious System that offers him one path to salvation: journey west, reclaim the lost Heavenly Scriptures, and defy fate itself.

But this quest comes with companions as dangerous as the enemies they’ll face—
A sealed Monkey King with half his power, a gluttonous war demon, and a silent guardian cursed by karma.

As the Dao crumbles and Heaven tightens its grip, can they fight their way through corrupted sects, ancient beasts, and divine betrayal?

The path to enlightenment begins with rebellion.

System Journey to the West: The Dao of Reincarnation

They didn't notice the feathers at first.

Just light drifting between trees — too pale, too deliberate. Not ash. Not snow.

And then: a low hum, like a chime played beneath the ribs.

[System Alert: External Authority Detected]Designation: Celestial Messenger – Winged Envoy of the Precedent Code]Warning: Authority recognized. Cannot be attacked unless hostile intent is declared.]

Bajie swallowed. "We're being watched."

They emerged into a clearing — just grass, stone, and sky.

A figure in flowing robes of mirrored silk, standing barefoot on a floating disc of light. Feathered wings extended not from his back but from his shadow — eight of them, curved like brushstrokes.

He did not open his mouth to speak.

"You have taken four.""You walk not as a thief, but not as a priest.""By what right do you gather the Sutras?"

[Dialogue Path: Reasoned Response – Requires Insight (Lv. 2)][Passed.]

"I walk because no one else would," Xuanzang said. "Not the heavens. Not the sects. Only the lost."

The winged figure tilted his head.

"And when you reach the end?""Will you ascend, or restore?"

Wukong stepped beside him. "He doesn't owe you answers."

"He does not.""But you do."

In an instant, the figure's wings folded — not as feathers, but like blades — and a pressure dropped over the clearing like a dome.

Xuanzang's system pulsed in panic.

[Celestial Domain Deployed – Winged Authority: Seraph of the Abandoned Gate]Effect: All System Skills Sealed (3 minutes)]

Staff in hand, he moved, crossing the space in a single leap. His body blurred, his Qi screamed defiance — but the blow met only air.

The Winged Envoy's body split — not broken, but mirrored — and the staff passed harmlessly through.

[System Note: Entity bound by Concept – Cannot be struck by forces born of rebellion without equal sacrifice]

"You were written to disobey. But not to guide."

Wukong growled. "And yet I guide anyway."

He struck again. This time, his blow connected — not to flesh, but to scripture, hidden beneath the being's form.

A single golden character shattered mid-air: 停 — "Pause."

"Four fragments. One truth.""The fifth lies in a place that should not be. Will you go where systems bleed?"

The wings unfurled. Light bent away. The figure lifted — not flying, but leaving, like data vanishing from a dying terminal.

[Location Unlocked: The Wound That Thinks – Fragment Site #5]Access Type: Voluntary Only – System interference prohibited beyond entry]

As the pressure lifted, so did the silence.

Bajie sat down hard. "So that was Heaven."

"No," Wujing said. "That was just a reminder Heaven still remembers."

They traveled in silence for hours, the forest thinning behind them.

Only at sunset did Xuanzang speak.

"He didn't want to," Wukong said. "He wanted to see if we'd fold."

Xuanzang smiled faintly. "Not yet."

And far ahead, where no sky should shimmer, a tear in the world waited — silver, flickering, pulsing like an eye.

Chapter 14 – The Sky That Watches