"I choose the road," Wukong grinned, spinning his staff until it hummed like a hurricane. "I choose the blisters on the pig's feet, the weight on the water demon's back, and the sweat on my Master's brow. That is where our divinity lies. Not in some handout from a book!"
"Not just a trial," the Archivist said, opening the ledger. "A gateway to absolute freedom. In the mortal tongue, they call it Ingyen —The Free Path. A realm where your past karma is wiped clean, where power is given without sacrifice, and the true divinity within you is unlocked without the need for a thousand years of meditation." Divinity Chronicles: Journey to the West Ingyen...
Tang Sanzang looked at Wukong. "Wukong, what do your eyes see?" "I choose the road," Wukong grinned, spinning his
"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." Not in some handout from a book