Chapter 11: Soul, come back! Wukong, Master will take you home!

The water of the river of time is very cold.

That cold is not a low temperature.

but comes from the loneliness deep in the soul.

That is the chill of being forgotten by the world.

Bodhi Patriarch's hands stir in the river water.

The river water surges, and in the splashing spray, reflections of past scenes appear.

There is the frenzy of causing havoc in Heavenly Palace.

There is the desolation beneath Wǔxíng Shān.

There is the endurance on the journey to the west.

And also…

On the day of the True and False Monkey King, that desperate blow.

"Found it."

Bodhi's gaze narrowed.

His hand suddenly reached into a dead corner of the river.

There was a patch of black whirlpool.

It was historical dust forcibly erased by Rulai Buddha with great divine power.

Within it, there was a strand of golden light almost about to be extinguished.

It was very weak.

So weak it was like a candle in the wind, ready to dissipate at any moment.

Yet it was also tenacious.

Even if it was suppressed at the lowest layer of time, even if it was washed by billions of tons of river water.

It still struggled.

It still burned.

That was the unyielding fighting spirit belonging to the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

"Rise… for me!"

Bodhi gave a low shout.

Veins bulged on his arm.

This is not fishing for a fish.

This is a tug-of-war with the causality of the whole world!

Boom—

The river of time trembled violently.

The river water flowed backward!

Countless images began to frantically rewind!

Inside Da Lei Yin Si, a fierce wind arose.

Preparing and Indra hastily joined hands to set up a barrier, protecting the surrounding disciples who were about to be torn apart by the spacetime storm.

"What tremendous power…"

Indra looked at the hunched-back old man, his eyes full of shock.

"With a single hand, reverse the flow of light."

"Is this the realm of the Master?"

As Bodhi's arm slowly rose.

That faint strand of golden light finally broke free of the water's surface.

It throbbed in Bodhi's palm.

Like a wronged child seeing his relatives.

Hum—

At the moment that strand of golden light appeared.

At the foot of Ling Shan.

Inside a certain sealed treasury.

Suddenly came a heaven-shaking, earth-shaking hum!

That was the resonance of a weapon.

Rulai Buddha's face changed dramatically.

"Not good! The Divine Needle of Stabilizing the Sea!"

That was the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff confiscated and sealed after the true Sun Wukong's death!

Bang!

The treasury's doors exploded outright.

A golden light shot straight up.

Carrying an unstoppable momentum, it instantly tore through the heavens and flew to the skies above Da Lei Yin Si.

It trembled.

It cheered.

It circled the golden strand in Bodhi's hand, spinning wildly, emitting a "woo-woo" sound.

Just like a loyal dog that has seen its master.

"Old partner…"

"Did you also feel it?"

Bodhi looked at the iron rod, a trace of gentle hue flashing in his eyes.

"Don't rush."

"Just a moment."

Bodhi cradled the golden ray with his left hand.

His right hand reached out and grasped at the void.

"Chaos is bone."

Countless gray chaotic qi streams converged, solidifying into an indestructible framework.

"Primordial Void is flesh."

Purple qi rose from the east, turning into fleshly meridians that wound around the framework.

"Stars are eyes."

Two brilliant great stars fell from beyond the heavens, becoming those Fiery Golden Eyes.

"Law is clothing."

The Five Elements' laws intertwined, forming a golden chainmail armor, a phoenix‑winged purple‑gold crown, and lotus‑silk cloud‑stepping boots.

Finally.

Bodhi gently pressed that strand of golden ray from his hand into the forehead of the newly formed body.

"Soul… return!"

That voice.

Like a spring thunder cracking.

It awakened the revival of all things.

The body, which had been in Deathly Silence, suddenly trembled.

Immediately after.

The sound of a beating heart rose.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Strong and powerful.

Like war drums beating.

Each heartbeat made the surrounding space tremble.

The eyes that had been closed.

Suddenly flung open!

Two beams of golden light pierced the arena, soaring straight to the thirty‑third layer of the heavens beyond the heavens!

That figure.

The figure that once gave all the gods and Buddhas in the sky a headache.

The figure that once made demons and monsters tremble at the mere scent of it.

Returned!

Only this time.

His aura has changed.

No longer the former pinnacle of the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Nor the so‑called Great Luo Golden Immortal.

But a terrifying aura, deep as the sea, vast as an abyss, and even faintly tinged with a hint of Chaotic Demon God!

Quasi‑Saint pinnacle!

One step to Heaven!

This is the flesh that Bodhi reshaped using the Primordial Source of Chaos, where the starting point is already the end!

The monkey blinked in bewilderment.

His memory still lingered in that dim afternoon.

Six-Eared Macaque's snarling grin.

Rulai Buddha's indifferent golden bowl.

And… that blow of the iron rod that shattered his celestial spirit cap.

"Did… I die?"

The monkey lowered his head and looked at his own hand.

Then he glanced at the Golden Cudgel floating beside him.

The Golden Cudgel affectionately brushed his cheek.

A real sensation.

Not a dream.

"Wukong."

A familiar voice sounded beside his ear.

The monkey's whole body went rigid.

That voice…

He had heard it countless times in his dreams.

Every day and night beneath Five Elements Mountain.

Every grievance on the road to obtaining the scriptures.

He always wanted to hear that voice call his name once more.

But he did not dare.

Because Master had said, you must not mention his name.

The monkey slowly turned his head.

His gaze pierced the swirling clouds and mist.

He saw the old man in a teal Dao robe, carrying a broken broom.

The old man's hair had turned white.

His back was slightly hunched.

Yet the eyes looking at him were still so warm, so kind.

Just like back at Fangcun Mountain.

When he first learned the Somersault Cloud and excitedly showed it to Master, the smile Master displayed.

Tears.

They burst from his eyes without warning.

This iron‑bony, blood‑spilling yet tear‑less monkey.

At this moment cried like a child.

He knelt on both knees.

He kowtowed heavily three times toward the old man.

Each bow made the ground tremble.

"Master!!!"

A hoarse roar.

He voiced five hundred years of bitterness.

He voiced all the grievances along the way.

"Disciple… Disciple is unfilial!"

"Disciple has shamed you!"

Bodhi Patriarch looked at the monkey kneeling on the ground.

His eyes were slightly red.

He stepped forward.

Extending the hand that had just torn the river of time, he gently stroked the monkey's crown.

The golden hair on its head was a bit prickly.

Yet it felt affectionate.

"Silly monkey."

Bodhi's voice was a little hoarse.

"What nonsense you speak."

"You haven't shamed anyone."

"Those who shamed you are the bunch of schemers."

Bodhi lifted Sun Wukong.

He tidied the violet‑gold crown on his head.

Then patted the dust off his shoulders.

The motion was gentle.

Like sending a child off on a long journey.

"Alright, stop crying."

"Wipe your tears dry."

"In our sect, we do not indulge in weeping."

Bodhi pointed at the Six-Eared Macaque, already terrified and paralyzed.

Then pointed at the Rulai Buddha, whose face was as pale as paper.

Finally.

His finger pointed to the two saints, Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, standing nearby, with downcast, obedient eyes.

"Did you see clearly?"

"It was these creatures that caused your death."

"They treated you like a monkey to play with."

"They used you as a pawn."

Sun Wukong turned his head.

In his gaze toward those people, the admiration he had when facing Master was gone.

Only boundless hatred.

Only a fury that could scorch the heavens.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand sensed its owner's murderous intent, began to hum violently, and burst forth with ten‑thousand‑foot golden light.

"Go ahead."

Bodhi Patriarch crossed his arms and stepped aside.

He left this vast stage to the master–disciple pair who had been reunited after a long separation.

He left it to this returning Great Sage.

"Who killed you."

"Today…"

"You yourself personally killed (him) back!"

"Heaven is collapsing; master will hold it up for you!"

Wukong took a deep breath.

He wiped the tear streak from the corner of his eye.

A grim smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

At that moment.

Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the true king of demon kings.

Has fully awakened!

"Hehe…"

"Old Tathagata."

"It's time to settle our scores!"

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