The Archivist shrieked as the illusion shattered like glass. The golden light exploded, dissolving into harmless sparks that rained down on the dusty road. The Archivist vanished back into the higher realms, defeated by the stubborn will of a monkey who refused to take the easy way out.
Wukong looked at the golden rift. He could see a paradise within—rivers of jade, trees bearing peaches of immortality, and an overwhelming sense of absolute peace. It was everything he had ever fought for. No more gods looking down on him. No more heavy golden headband restricting his skull. Divinity Chronicles: Journey to the West Ingyen...
With a roar that shook the Flaming Mountains, Wukong leapt into the air and brought his Golden Cudgel crashing down on the celestial rift. The Archivist shrieked as the illusion shattered like glass