Black Myth: Wukong

Each ordeal paves your path to what you are meant to be.

"Through fire, armor is refined; through trials, strength is defined."

More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.

Long and short, far and near, each span has its year.

The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

The merging of ice and fire, swift and severe.

"Let go of him, and you let go of all."

Two minds' long fray leaves but one to stay.

Six frogs, six skills—how intriguing!

How odd to encounter this old man at every corner!

"With my life I'll repay the title he gave me!"

After all that strife and struggle, what's truly been gained?

Humans, beasts, yaoguais, and the Bodhisattvas. All recorded and noted.

"All the four vessels now belong to me!"

All spells we know are derived from the same source.

You are fully fitted. Now, swing that staff and fight!

Every rare wonder the world can offer, collected and kept.

"Here, have it, have it all."

A walking vault of arms you have become!

Shoes on feet, hat on head, embroidered shirt, Daoist robe—free as can be, doing as you please!

Transformations and Spirit Skills, you have mastered them all!

What to drink, how to drink, and above all, who to drink with.

"All the tattered pages can now be compiled in full."

Take more as fruit as your plants take root.

The most marvelous places for meditation have all met your gaze.