Logros de Black Myth: Wukong

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

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

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

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

Take more as fruit as your plants take root.

Transformations and Spirit Skills, you have mastered them all!

A walking vault of arms you have become!

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

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

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

"Here, have it, have it all."

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

Six frogs, six skills—how intriguing!

All spells we know are derived from the same source.

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

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

How odd to encounter this old man at every corner!

Two minds' long fray leaves but one to stay.

The merging of ice and fire, swift and severe.

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

"For what deed, must the four waters they governed roam free?"

"All the four vessels now belong to me!"

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

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

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

More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.

Fields kept trim leave time to skim.

The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.

The beetle came with drumbeats' call, and left with waves' gentle fall.

There will be more sages if their maker still engages.

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

Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.

Of all things to learn, you chose to play with fire?

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

Nothing sparks your talents more than a spark of thought.

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