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

Tang Sanzang opened his eyes, their brown depths filled with gentle caution. "True enlightenment cannot be given freely, celestial one. It must be earned through compassion, suffering, and understanding."

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

"A trial?" Bajie groaned. "More fighting? I'd rather have a bowl of noodles." Divinity Chronicles: Journey to the West Ingyen...

"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?"

Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, perched on the jagged peak of a obsidian cliff, his fiery eyes scanning the crimson horizon. Below him, the monk Tang Sanzang sat in lotus position, his white robes untouched by the swirling ash, softly chanting sutras that kept the malevolent spirits at bay. Tang Sanzang opened his eyes, their brown depths

Even Sha Wujing looked tempted, his tired shoulders sagging under the weight of their real-world burdens.

"You think only of your belly, Pig," snapped Sha Wujing, the quiet water buffalo demon, shifting the heavy luggage on his shoulders. "We are on a holy quest. We do not seek handouts." I'd rather have a bowl of noodles

The wind of the Flaming Mountains did not just carry heat; it carried the stench of old, burning sins.