Chapter 122: The Final Testament, Completing Your 'Dao

The Pantheon Lord's massive body of light and shadow completely dissipated.

Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel, every muscle in his body tensing to the limit.

He had made thorough preparations.

Preparing to meet a world‑shattering self‑detonation.

Or perhaps it was the old god's most vile curse before death.

He waited, waiting to give this era that had imprisoned ten thousand ages a blood‑soaked, exhilarating period!

However…

Nothing happened.

The anticipated big explosion never came.

The law Storm capable of tearing the Universe apart also did not appear.

On the contrary.

Those order laws of the Primordial Source of myriad Dao that scattered as the Pantheon Lord disintegrated, not a trace of violent aura.

Instead, they resembled a flock of gentle golden little fish that had just lost their master.

They circled Sun Wukong, bearing an affectionate, dependent air, gently rubbing against his Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm.

Then they turned into gentle tides, slowly flowing in all directions of this newborn Universe.

They are repairing.

In a gentle manner Sun Wukong has never seen.

Repairing every crack and scar left by their previous great battle.

The entire ruined Chaos Realm at this moment seemed to be gently smoothed of all wounds by an invisible great hand.

Sun Wukong froze in place.

The Golden Cudgel, raised high, ready to smash everything, suddenly froze midair.

Within him, the vengeful flame that had accumulated for ten thousand ages, capable of scorching Jiǔtiān, burned.

As if doused by a basin of icy water poured from the root of the Universe.

Whoosh!

Soaked it completely!

Only strands of choking black smoke remained, blocking his chest, unable to rise or fall.

Frustrated!

An unprecedented feeling of frustration surged to his Heavenly Spirit Crown!

Is that… it?

I, old Sun, fought to the death, even dragged Master in, just to earn this victory…

And it ends so blandly?

He felt as if he had mustered all his strength to deliver the heaviest punch of his life.

But it smashed hard onto a mass of incredibly soft cotton.

All his power was dissolved into nothingness.

All his anger turned into a joke.

At that moment.

A thought, belonging to no sound yet crystal clear, did not come from outside.

Instead, it quietly resonated deep within Sun Wukong's unrivaled, domineering Equal Heaven Great Dao.

This is the Pantheon Lord's final message.

It is also his first and last transmission, sent as an individual.

"Variable 'Equal Heaven'…"

"Your 'Dao'… is interesting."

"I cannot defeat it."

"So, I choose…"

"To become part of it."

Boom!

The thought, like a thunderclap, exploded within Sun Wukong's Original Spirit!

He instantly understood everything!

That iron lump!

That old god representing absolute 'Principle' and 'Order'!

He wasn't killed by himself!

He is…

He was persuaded by himself!

In the end, he accepted Sun Wukong's 'Irrational' Dao!

He gave up the divine opposition.

He chose to use his own death to fulfill Sun Wukong's 'Dao'!

He voluntarily became the cornerstone of this newborn Universe.

He turned his own Primordial Source representing 'Order' into that,

a foundation capable of bearing all 'unreasonable', all 'variables', the most 'reasonable' base!

He became the most solid ground beneath Sun Wukong's feet!

Pfft—

Sun Wukong only felt his throat go sweet, a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out.

What is this?

What the hell is this?!

Yao's figure flew carefully to Sun Wukong's side.

She looked at the expanse before her, which was being quickly repaired, filled with vigorous vitality of the Universe.

Then she looked again, at Sun Wukong holding the Golden Cudgel, his whole body emitting a terrifying low pressure.

On her beautiful face, written full of lingering fear and incomprehension.

She asked with a trembling voice, that most crucial question.

He… that guy…

Is this… dead?

Sun Wukong slowly turned his head.

He looked at Yao, that face, because of fear and bewilderment, appeared somewhat pale.

He wanted to smile, but couldn't move the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to vent anger, but couldn't find an outlet.

Finally, he just shook his head.

His voice was hoarse, like two pieces of rusted iron rubbing against each other.

No.

He in another way, the way I, Old Sun, dislike most…

He has become immortal.

Yes.

He has become immortal.

As the cornerstone of the new Universe order, as long as this Universe does not perish, he does not perish.

He fulfilled Old Sun's Dao.

Let the Equal Heaven's 'Irrational' transcend everything.

But also…

Using this way, ruthlessly depriving Old Sun of the victor's sense of revenge!

Sun Wukong felt a mix of emotions.

That pent-up frustration, with no outlet, was like a volcano about to erupt, wildly crashing in his chest!

He needed an outlet!

One that could let him smash out all his anger, all his unwillingness, all his pent-up feelings!

Ahhhhh—!!!!

Sun Wukong let out a long howl to the heavens!

That howl was filled with endless rage and emptiness!

The Golden Cudgel in his hand swung fiercely!

Aiming at the expanse before him, the recently repaired chaos void, he fiercely swung the staff!

Boom!!!

Purely, the power of Equal Heaven's Dao Rhythm erupted without reservation!

The expanse before him, the boundless void, together with the just-born,

countless new worlds, under this blow, were brutally shattered!

Turned back into the primal Chaos Turbulence!

But!

So what?

In the next second, those gentle order laws surged again.

Like the most diligent artisan, silently, they repaired the huge hollow Sun Wukong smashed, once again, good as new.

As if nothing had happened.

This impotent rage.

This futile venting.

It only brought deeper, heavier emptiness.

Sun Wukong panted, his blood-red eyes fixed on the expanse, repaired seamlessly.

He lost.

After winning the highest victory in this Dao battle, he yet felt himself utterly defeated.

His enemy, in a way he could not accept, acknowledged his victory.

This is worse than killing him, making him feel awful!

After a long while.

Sun Wukong slowly lowered the Golden Cudgel that had nowhere to rest.

The volcano in his chest did not erupt, but cooled into an iceberg that would not melt for a hundred million years.

Within that iceberg, the purest, most primal killing intent was frozen.

Since…

Since that lump of iron, using its own 'death', deprived Old Sun of his satisfaction.

Well……

This anger, with nowhere to be placed!

This amount of anger belongs to the victors' revelry!

We must find a place to vent it out!

Sun Wukong suddenly lifted his head, those eyes, icy cold to the extreme and blood-red, pierced through the endless Chaos Realm!

His gaze no longer lingered on this region he had already conquered, the highest realm.

Instead, he precisely Suǒdìng a direction.

A place he is both extremely familiar with and extremely unfamiliar.

Primordial Three Realms!

He cracked his mouth open, revealing a Smile, icy and terrifying.

In that Smile, there was not a hint of joy, only a bone-chilling, icy killing intent.

「Tathagata……」

「Jade Emperor……」

「And those high and mighty, the myriad gods and Buddhas……」

「Are you all ready? 」

「My revenge as Lao Sun has nowhere to go. 」

「So……」

「We can only use it all on you!!! 」