Here is the full list of all 81 Black Myth: Wukong achievements. It takes around 60-80 hours to unlock all of the achievements on Windows.
The old monkey has told his tale. Onward you must go.
Armed head to toe, dread not the foe.
False is his name. Slay him all the same!
Consume those who had consumed.
Fresh brew in an old cask. May it stir a great task!
The white-clad one pled his case. Spare him some days of grace.
A good match calls for a good weapon.
Three bells sound, lost souls bound.
Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.
Of all things to learn, you chose to play with fire?
Tonics are well and good, but not to be wolfed like food!
A whole nest of rats scatters and falls.
Smoke rises high, his doom shall arrive.
No words of kind. Pay them no mind.
Resonant waves profound, he is now buried in the ground.
This odd boulder has something curious inside.
Search each Buddha's head; in this perilous land, stones reside.
The tiger, the child, both lost in the wild.
The drunk said there's gold here. Do you believe him?
The brothers and their father. You've met them all.
The beetle came with drumbeats' call, and left with waves' gentle fall.
In furnace there is fire, and in fire there are pills.
There will be more sages if their maker still engages.
Oh woe, oh woe, long trails they did go.
Red eyes mark wrong chants. The scripture needs amends.
Now one less dwells in the dome of stars.
Evening light on snow, rigidity ends in woe.
To die is as woeful as to live alone.
Near the hut the crops thrive; in the Painted Realm, their hearts lie.
"Through fire, armor is refined; through trials, strength is defined."
A mere test of skill turned into a fight for the kill.
Fields kept trim leave time to skim.
A quirky man, a vanished melon patch; a marvelous spell, and an unexpected meeting.
Each and every one holds their own truth.
How mighty would those four spirits be if I could harness their power?
Such a waste of those four grand titles.
You don't need to wait for the perfect moment to soar to greater heights.
The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.
An odd yaoguai killed, an odd mirror earned.
Harsh, rash, ever unquelled. Rank, dank, muck-impelled.
Not even one of them looked back.
In the air they swing, yet it's already ending.
"What use are eight arms against twenty strikes with my staff?"
"Is that ugliness a promise of immortality? Better leave it."
Together at last, the scorpions united.
Long and short, far and near, each span has its year.
Never will she see with him the world beyond.
More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.
How odd to encounter this old man at every corner!
Ha! A devoted Daoist should not be so polished!
"With my life I'll repay the title he gave me!"
Take more as fruit as your plants take root.
You've picked them all, the easy ones and the hard ones.
"For his recognition, I'd give my life for him."
The most marvelous places for meditation have all met your gaze.
The six valiant captains who only fight in number.
Their mighty Spirits are now gathered within you.
The merging of ice and fire, swift and severe.
The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.
"All the four vessels now belong to me!"
Bonds from bygone days still pull at the heart.
"Let go of him, and you let go of all."
Each guise grants a new horizon.
Now you can sate yourself with all the drinks.
Wings alone pale beside this greater gift!
Six frogs, six skills—how intriguing!
Every rare wonder the world can offer, collected and kept.
This powerful pill still carries her caring wish.
"Here, have it, have it all."
"Call off the chase! You've crushed every yaoguai here..."
You are fully fitted. Now, swing that staff and fight!
Two minds' long fray leaves but one to stay.
Humans, beasts, yaoguais, and the Bodhisattvas. All recorded and noted.
After all that strife and struggle, what's truly been gained?
All spells we know are derived from the same source.
Rare is not the gourd but a friend to drink with.
"All the tattered pages can now be compiled in full."
A blend for every brew to bring out its best.
Shoes on feet, hat on head, embroidered shirt, Daoist robe—free as can be, doing as you please!
A walking vault of arms you have become!
Each ordeal paves your path to what you are meant to be.