Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate

"Fellow Daoist Wang Yang, you are a clever man. Why ensnare yourself for the fools of the Three Realms? Join our Demon Clan, and I can assure you an entry into sanctity!"

"Ksitigarbha, does it even matter to discuss this now?"

"Your Demon Clan had once slaughtered the Three Realms, and only because Daoist Ancestor Hongjun saw how terribly ravaged they were, compromising the Heavenly Dao, did he let you escape this calamity."

"Had it not been for the fusion of the Dark Demon Realm with the Heavenly Dao, considering that the Daoist Ancestor could not risk further harm to the Heavenly Dao, your Demon Clan would have been annihilated."

"Yet ungrateful as you are, you attacked the Three Realms again."

Wang Yang mentioned this, but he couldn’t help laughing: "Indeed, you are demons. Gratitude is not in your nature."

"Heavenly Dao? Nothing but the Four Continents, which will sooner or later belong to my Demon Clan! Now with a million-strong army of our Demon Clan stationed across the Southern Continent Jambudvipa, once the battle begins, your Southern Continent Jambudvipa is doomed!"

A rare flash of fierceness crossed Ksitigarbha’s eyes.

When he had just emerged from Hell, Ksitigarbha could maintain a good state of mind at any time.

But after absorbing the cultivation levels of Ran Deng and others, that malice in his heart was somewhat unstoppable.

"A million troops from your Demon Clan are but ants, you mustn’t be unaware of that, Ksitigarbha. Do you think we can’t find the old lair of your Demon Clan because we can’t go directly to the Dark Demon Realm, and you are buying time for your Demon Clan to further grow?"