Chapter 123: One Punch Whirls Through the Void, No More Enemies in the World

That ice‑cold killing intent pierced the endless Chaos Realm, precisely locking onto the direction of the primeval Three Realms.

The Tathagata, the Jade Emperor, countless gods and Buddhas…

Familiar yet hateful names churned in his mind.

That unvented fury finally found an outlet.

However, just as Sun Wukong was about to set off, to pour that towering rage onto the Three Realms,

his form suddenly halted.

No.

Wrong.

Sun Wukong's blood‑red eyes swept once more toward this,

the newly born Universe that he had created with his own hands and once shattered with his own hands.

That iron lump…

Really, just like that, gave up?

Really, just like that, willingly became the cornerstone under old Sun's feet?

He doesn't believe!

A "god" who has imprisoned eternity and regards all beings as program code,

how could it possibly, because of a few "Irrational" words, completely change its "underlying logic"?

This is unreasonable!

This itself is the greatest "unreasonable"!

"There must be something fishy!"

In Sun Wukong's heart, the final madness ignited.

Perhaps that is merely the iron lump's disguise!

It is a clever escape plan he devised to evade old Sun's pursuit!

He must still be hiding in some corner of this Universe!

Like a poisonous snake, waiting to deliver the most lethal blow to itself!

Right!

It must be so!

At the thought of this, Sun Wukong's battle spirit, which had just cooled, exploded again with a thunderous burst!

He abruptly closed his eyes.

The supreme black‑gold Dao Rhythm representing the Equal Heaven Great Way, in an unprecedented manner,

spreading wildly toward every inch of space and every corner of the entire newborn Universe!

His divine thought traversed the long river of time and probed the far end of space.

He sensed the birth of every star.

He listened to the breath of every speck of dust.

He is searching!

Searching madly!

Searching for that trace, however slight, of the lingering consciousness belonging to the Pantheon Lord!

A coordinate!

A fragment!

Even if it's just a logical symbol of its existence!

As long as it can be found!

Sun Wukong would be confident enough to yank it out alive from the very foundation of the Universe! Then, with one blow, smash it to pieces!

However…

None.

Nothing at all.

His Equal Heaven Great Way has almost searched every atom of this Universe.

yet cannot find any trace, however slight, of the Pantheon Lord's "self".

That Supreme Prison Warden of the old era has completely, entirely merged into the order of the new world.

He is like a drop of water merging into the boundless sea.

He is like a wisp of wind dissipating in the vast heavens and earth.

He is everywhere.

Because he is the very "Principle" that drives this world.

He is also nowhere.

Because the independent "self" named "Pantheon Lord" can no longer be found.

Sun Wukong, unwillingly, searches again and again.

But the result is only repeated disappointment after disappointment.

Finally, when his divine thought, exhausted, withdrew from the edge of the Universe,

he had to acknowledge a fact that made him both extremely frustrated and furious.

That iron lump…

He truly achieved "immortality" in a way that disgusts Sun Wukong the most.

and also completely erased all traces of himself as an "enemy".

Ahhhhh—!!!

Sun Wukong roared to Heaven!

In his blood-red eyes burned the final, and also the purest, madness!

He didn't care anymore!

He also didn't want to care!

Today, he would thoroughly accomplish this damned 'revenge'!

"Give it to me, old Sun..."

Sun Wukong's towering demon-ape true form once again manifested amidst the Chaos Realm!

He mobilized all the power he had possessed since his birth!

All his anger!

All his sorrow!

All his unwillingness!

All his 【Equal Heaven】 Dao Rhythm!

All of it gathered upon his tightly clenched right fist!

He let out his final and most violent roar toward this empty, Deathly Silence Universe!

"Get out! Come out! Receive death!"

Boom——!!!

This punch!

It was the strongest punch he threw after becoming one of the three supreme principles of the new world!

It was also the fiercest punch containing all his emotions and all his Dao Rhythm!

This punch was enough to make the river of time cease its flow!

This punch was enough to make the newly born Multiverse collapse!

Wherever the punch's edge passed, all laws turned to dust; space became nothingness!

Nothing could block it!

Nothing dared to block it!

However……

This punch, capable of destroying heaven and earth and even reopening the Chaos Realm.

In the end, however, it merely struck fiercely at empty space.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was no mournful cry of laws breaking.

That force, capable of destroying everything, unmatched.

Like a mud ox entering the sea.

Like spring snow melting.

Upon contact with the new universe's order and laws, it was silently endured.

It was resolved.

It was absorbed.

It stirred not even a ripple.

Even a single ripple did not rise.

Sun Wukong maintained his punching posture.

His whole body remained frozen there.

Hatred.

Power.

Sorrow.

Unwillingness.

All of everything, all the things he took pride in.

At this moment, they all amounted to a complete void.

What is the most painful thing in the world?

It is not being unable to defeat your enemy.

But rather, when you have given everything, preparing to perish together with him.

Yet you discover……

You, even your enemy, are gone.

**Chapter 125: The Monkey King's Bewilderment, Yao's Companionship**

The towering power dissipated.

The ferocious battle intent cooled.

Chaos Realm returned to a deathlike silence.

Sun Wukong slowly, extremely slowly, withdrew his fist that had been frozen in midair.

The light in his blood-red eyes also faded bit by bit.

Finally, only a bottomless void remained.

He had won.

Without a doubt.

He overturned an old era.

He ushered in a new era.

He avenged his master.

He became one of the three supreme principles of this newborn universe.

He became Heaven.

But...

He felt not even a bit of joy.

He felt not even a bit of the victorious, exhilarating feeling.

Only endless emptiness.

And a fatigue that seemed capable of devouring one's Línghún.

That feeling was as if someone had, alive, pulled the spine from his body.

Even standing felt tiring.

【133> He just drifted aimlessly in this cold Chaos Realm.

He just, aimlessly, drifted in this icy cold Chaos Realm.

Like a leaf that has lost its direction.

Like a child lost in the boundless Universe.

Master is gone.

The person he most revered and also most wanted to surpass,

turned into the law of this heaven and earth, protecting him forever in another way.

yet also forever left him.

The enemy is also gone.

The enemy he hated most and wanted to smash to pieces with his own hands,

in a way he could not accept, acknowledged his Dao, depriving him of the pleasure of revenge.

What comes next...

What should he do?

Where should he go?