Black Myth: Wukong

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

The old monkey has told his tale. Onward you must go.

Nothing sparks your talents more than a spark of thought.

Fresh brew in an old cask. May it stir a great task!

Tonics are well and good, but not to be wolfed like food!

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

All spells we know are derived from the same source.

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.