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

With a roar that shook the Flaming Mountains, Wukong leapt into the air and brought his Golden Cudgel crashing down on the celestial rift.

Wukong looked toward the west, where the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in strokes of gold and blood. He adjusted his cap, gripped his staff, and leaped ahead. Divinity Chronicles: Journey to the West Ingyen...

"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 see a trap, Master," Wukong said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. He turned to the Archivist. "You claim to offer the 'Free Path.' But a journey without the walking is just a dream. A victory without the struggle is a lie. If we take your shortcut, we learn nothing. We change nothing." Zhu Bajie sighed, resting his rake on his shoulder

Silence returned to the canyon. The heat was still oppressive, and the road ahead was still long and dangerous.

Wukong activated his Huo Yan Jin Jing —the Fiery Eyes that could see through any illusion. He stared deep into the golden rift. Beneath the beautiful rivers and peach trees, he saw no substance. It was a beautiful, hollow void. A golden cage. Wukong looked toward the west, where the sun

Bajie was already drooling, taking a step toward the light. "Master, look at that! No more walking! No more monsters! Let's go!"