To The West Ingyen... - Divinity Chronicles: Journey

"The monk speaks the truth," Wukong growled, pointing his staff at the Archivist. "I spent five hundred years trapped under a mountain to learn that nothing in this universe is truly free. What is the catch?"

Zhu Bajie sighed, resting his rake on his shoulder. "Well... I suppose a fake peach wouldn't have filled my belly anyway."

Even Sha Wujing looked tempted, his tired shoulders sagging under the weight of their real-world burdens. Divinity Chronicles: Journey to the West Ingyen...

Tang Sanzang stood up, a proud smile gracing his face. He placed a hand on Wukong’s furred shoulder. "You have learned well, my disciple. The true scripture is the journey itself."

Wukong instantly bared his fangs, his staff expanding in his grip. "Who goes there? Show yourself before I turn this mountain into dust!" "The monk speaks the truth," Wukong growled, pointing

"But that is where you are wrong, third brother," a silken voice echoed through the canyon.

The air shimmered, and a rift of pure, golden light tore open the sky. Out stepped a figure draped in robes of living starlight, holding a crystal ledger. This was the Archivist of the Divinity Chronicles, a celestial bureaucrat tasked with recording the deeds of gods and demons alike. He placed a hand on Wukong’s furred shoulder

"A trial?" Bajie groaned. "More fighting? I'd rather have a bowl of noodles."