Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Sun Wukong fell silent, pondering the baldy squeezing his neck, asking whether he would follow him to the Western Heaven or be sent there by force...

Recalling his own days of glory when he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace, a flood of thoughts finally coalesced into a heavy sigh, "Ah... speaking of it makes my heart sour. Have you given up?"

The Black Bear Monster's stubborn nerve erupted once more as he shook his head, "No, I'll try again!"

Having said this, the Black Bear Monster walked back to the Black Wind Cave.

Watching the thief monk sound asleep, the Black Bear Monster felt nothing but a belly full of grievances and anger. He didn't act rashly but circled to the other side, to Tang Sanzang's back, thinking, "If I launch a sneak attack from behind, it can't fail!"

Then he pulled out his black spear, aimed right at Tang Sanzang's gluteal point, the corners of his mouth turning up in insanity!

Outside, Sun Wukong and the White Dragon Horse were rubbing their sore bodies, feeling the aftershocks of terror as they watched that collapsed hole. In a silent agreement, they changed locations to set up camp.

"This time we're in the opposite direction of last time, there's no way we'll be fooled again," Sun Wukong said.

The White Dragon Horse nodded vigorously, "Mm... I think so too."

No sooner had they spoken than the ground shook violently.

The two exchanged glances, "It can't be..."

The mountain in front of them exploded, sending a black bear speared in the backend hurtling towards them, screaming all the way, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

And then the two were once again the collateral damage, blasted away.

In some unknown hillside, Sun Wukong stood with one foot on the Black Bear Monster's backside, yanking out the spear with force.

Poof...

Blood jetted a meter high from the posterior.

Sun Wukong, while massaging his own aching back, advised, "Blackie, if it's not working, just give up."

The Black Bear Monster, holding his behind and swallowing medicinal pills, asked, "Monkey, is this your way of showing concern for me?"

The White Dragon Horse, with a tearful voice, said, "We are concerned about ourselves, lest we die because of you. Big brother, if it's not working, just let it go."

That stubborn streak in the Black Bear Monster flared up again as he shook his head, "I won't! I was so close last time. He does have weaknesses, and this time I will succeed!"

Having finished his declaration, the Black Bear Monster took the spear and headed back to the Black Wind Cave again.

Watching the Black Bear Monster's retreating back, Sun Wukong and the White Dragon Horse recalled a poem, "The harsh wind blows and the Yi River is cold; a brave man departs, never to return..."

"Big brother, where should we hide this time?" asked the White Dragon Horse.

Sun Wukong fell deep into thought, rapidly analyzing the landscape to calculate the most advantageous position for them. Finally, he concluded, "The beatings seem random, but they have one thing in common—that's the distant hill! This time, let's go east. It's wide open there; we shouldn't fall into the trap again."

The White Dragon Horse said, "Big brother, that's brilliant!"

"Let's go!"

...

Inside the Black Wind Cave, the Black Bear Monster tried a different direction, tiptoeing carefully up to Tang Sanzang's bottom again, raising the spear, taking aim...

Boom!

The mountain exploded!

Watching the approaching dark shadow, Sun Wukong and the White Dragon Horse cursed in unison, "Damn!"

Across the great plain, three figures tumbled and rolled across the ground, carving out three deep ruts before they slowly came to a stop...

"Blackie, Big Bro Black, you're my brother, can we just give up, alright?" the White Dragon Horse called out.

Lying motionless, the Black Bear Spirit replied, "Give up... not give up... I still have a chance! As the Heavens keep moving, a gentleman should constantly strive to strengthen himself."

Having said that, the Black Bear Spirit struggled to his feet again, picked up his spear, and staggered with great difficulty toward the cave.

Sun Wukong and the White Dragon Horse exchanged glances, then charged together, the monkey with his staff and the White Dragon Horse with a kick, knocking the Black Bear Spirit down before tying him up and burying him in a hole!

After tamping down the soil, the White Dragon Horse asked, "Big Brother, he won't suffocate to death, right? Also, aren't we being a bit too harsh?"

Sun Wukong replied, "Don't worry about such a small pit, even if he were under a mountain he wouldn't die.

As for being harsh, who do you think is being harsh, him or us?

He goes looking for trouble let him be, but he always drags us into it!

If it weren't for the fact I kind of like him, I'd have killed him with a single strike.

Let's go, we need to find Master."

Approaching the cave entrance, Sun Wukong called out, "Master, the Black Bear Spirit has been killed by you. Please come out, the journey to the West is long, we must hurry on our way!"

Their shouting was met with yawns and an irritated voice from within the cave, "What's all this noise about? The quest for scriptures didn't specify an exact time to arrive, what difference does it make if it's a day earlier or later?"

After speaking, Tang Sanzang glanced at Sun Wukong, "That bear, is he really dead?"

Sun Wukong nodded vigorously, "Dead, he's really dead."

Tang Sanzang didn't give it much thought; he just shook his head with a sigh, "It's a pity he's dead. With his straightforward nature, I was planning to subdue him and then take him with us to the West. Oh well, he's dead now, so let's not dwell on it. Let's go..."

Once Tang Sanzang and company had left, a large hand burst through the soil, and a pitiful, bald bear with a face like a pig's emerged, wiping cold sweat and lamenting, "I don't have such a big grudge to be taken to the West... This monk is too savage!"

While the Black Bear Spirit was groaning in misery, a figure approached from the distance.

It was a handsome young man, carrying a pair of Wu Hook swords on his back, striding ten li in a single step, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the Black Bear Spirit, frowning, "You... um... a pig? A monkey? Um... what on earth are you?"

The already irate Black Bear Spirit heard this and flew into a rage, grabbed his Black Cherry Spear and bellowed, "You TM are the thing! Take this spear!"

The Black Bear Spirit flew into a frenzy, fighting with the newcomer in a fierce scuffle.

The man was none other than Guanyin's senior disciple, the Walker of Huian—Mu Zha.

Mu Zha was strong, but the Black Bear was fierce, matching Sun Wukong blow for blow—a testament to his strength. The frenzied Black Bear was even more powerful, and after a few rounds, Mu Zha knew he could not win, so he turned and fled, shouting as he went, "You hairless black thing, why are you so unreasonable?"

On hearing this, the Black Bear Spirit grew even angrier, "You little brat, stop right there, I'll see to it that I pluck all your hair out!"

The two of them scuffled and chased along the way, and just as the Black Bear Spirit was in his rampage, a chant of "Amitabha Buddha..." sounded.

Suddenly, a female Bodhisattva descended from the heavens!

...

Meanwhile, a monk riding a white horse, looking weary, made his way along the road heading West. Having finally emerged from the great canyon that no longer bore the Five Fingers Mountain, the white horse was also extremely tired.

The Golden Head Jie Di, who was responsible for escorting Tang Sanzang, stepped forward to offer reassurance, "Golden Cicada, just hold on a little longer, good days are ahead. Just up ahead is Eagle Grieve Stream, where you'll find a White Dragon, the third Crown Prince of the Dragon King of the Western Sea, who awaits you under Guanyin's orders.

Once we subdue the White Dragon and have him transform into a white horse, you will travel as if on wings, steady as a sedan chair, and you'll never have to worry about your endurance again."