Chapter 125

That wisp, transmitted from the Three Realms, so weak as to be almost negligible, a "spark".

It was not some earth-shaking power.

Nor was it some profound and inscrutable law.

It was more like a thread… of cause and effect.

A thread, of cause and effect that Sun Wukong knew down to his bones.

He reached out his hand, and that thread of "spark" obediently fell onto his fingertip.

Yao stood to the side, watching curiously.

She could not possibly understand what this thing actually was.

This thread cause

On the fruit, there was not the slightest fluctuation of power.

So fragile that a gust of Chaotic Gale Wind could completely blow it away.

Yet it was such an inconspicuous little trinket.

Yet it made that monkey king, who had just been like a walking corpse, having lost all interest in the entire world,

Once again, he came back to life.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, carefully feeling that thread of cause and effect on his fingertip.

On his face appeared a trace of an extremely strange expression.

There was confusion.

There was longing.

More than that, it was a feeling of absurdity that made one laugh and cry.

Because, within this thread of cause and effect, there was not the slightest reverence for him, this newly ascended "Heavenly Dao".

Nor was there any of that supplication that believers have toward deities.

It was filled to the brim, stuffed with something else.

Unyielding!

And, towering resentment!

"Thieving Heaven!"

"What right do you have!"

"I've painstakingly planted crops for a whole year, and they were just about to be harvested!"

"One heavy rain from you, and it washed everything away for me!"

"What right do you have!!!"

A hoarse curse filled with grief and indignation.

It crossed endless time and space.

It even disregarded the supreme laws of 【Order】 and 【Void】.

Just like that, it rang out straightforwardly within his 【Equal Heaven】 Great Dao!

That was a Mortals's voice.

One whose name he didn't even know, whose face he had never seen, a Mortals.

Yet it was this voice, a curse springing from the depths of the soul, the purest curse.

Yet it was like a rusted, ancient key.

"Click!"

In an instant, it pierced open

the heart lock of Sun Wukong, which had been sealed in dust by endless emptiness and confusion for a long time!

In his mind, it boomed explosively!

Countless memories surged forth like a flood breaking through a dam!

He remembered.

He remembered, from long ago.

So long ago that he was still that stone monkey who had just jumped out of the rock, knowing nothing.

That year, Mount Huaguo suffered a great drought.

The streams dried up, the fruit trees withered.

The monkeys, young and old, were all so hungry they were skin and bone.

He led all the monkeys to dig wells, seek sources, and struggle against Heaven for their lives.

But what they got in return was an even more scorching sun.

And a mountain fire that burned for seven days and seven nights.

It was then, for the first time, that he pointed to the lofty firmament, exerted all his strength, and uttered his very first voice.

"What right do you have!"

He remembered how he barged into the Dragon Palace and caused havoc in the Underworld.

He remembered how he was pressed under Wǔxíng Shān for five hundred years, that loneliness and unwillingness.

He remembered the hypocritical gods and buddhas on the Xi Xing Lu, and those monsters who had no choice.

All of it, all the resistance, all the struggle.

Ultimately, it all stems from these three simple words.

"What right do you have!"

"What right do you have to let your Underworld's tattered book decide my life and death?"

On what grounds, I am Unyielding, must you press me down for five hundred years?

On what grounds, if gods and Buddhas err, it becomes a tribulation.

When demons and monsters become emotional, they must be reduced to ash and smoke!

On what grounds!

On what grounds!

On what grounds!!!

Boom!!!

Sun Wukong's Dao Heart, which had lain silent for countless years.

Yet at this moment, with a "Thump", it thumped heavily!

That was not the beating of a heart.

It was, instead, the resonance of the Equal Heaven Great Dao!

His Dao, because of this sound, originating from Mortals' "On what basis", generated the most primal, and also the strongest, resonance!

He had always thought his Dao was solitary.

It was the arrogance and untamed nature belonging only to Sun Wukong.

But only at this moment did he suddenly awaken.

It turns out, it is not.

It never has been.

His Equal Heaven Great Dao does not belong solely to himself.

Rather, it belongs to all Living Beings in this world who are unwilling to accept fate, daring to raise a fist against the rules!

Those Mortals.

Those monkey Sun Wukongs.

Bull Demon King.

Cihang Dàorén.

Even those monsters he struck down with a single club, who likewise refuse to be manipulated by gods and Buddhas!

They are the true foundation of the Equal Heaven Great Dao!

It is their every bit of Unyielding and resentment.

That finally coalesced into Sun Wukong, this Great Sage Equal to Heaven who dares to pierce a hole through Heaven itself!

"So… it is like this…"

Sun Wukong slowly opened his eyes.

In those hollow pupils, for the first time, a glimmer named "Divine Radiance" reignited.

He understood.

He completely understood.

Master, you did not deceive me.

That iron lump also did not deceive me.

This new world truly is a world that can be Irrational.

Because the cornerstone of this world is no longer that cold order.

Instead, it is the countless Living Beings, that ever-Unyielding heart!

My old Sun's Dao.

Not solitary!

At the thought of this, Sun Wukong's cold heart was instantly filled with an unprecedented warm current.

That endless emptiness and confusion, at this moment, was completely washed clean!

His gaze pierced the endless Chaos Realm.

Precisely, Suǒdìng the source locations of those strands of cause and effect.

He extended his hand.

Towards the chaotic, twisted Chaos Realm void before him.

Gently, a slash.

As if pulling aside a curtain that blocked his view.

Sizzle—!

Space was silently torn.

Beyond the curtain, what appeared was no longer that cold Deathly Silence Chaos.

But a "world bubble" gently wrapped in seven‑colored sunrise glow.

It simply floated quietly at the fringe of this newborn Multiverse.

Like a crystal snowflake sphere meticulously crafted by an artisan.

Beautiful.

Exquisite.

Yet it also bears a hint of fragility that feels out of place in this vast Universe.

"This is…"

Sun Wukong felt that aura, both familiar and incredibly strange.

In his mouth, subconsciously, he muttered.

"Three Realms?"

He could feel that inside it lay his Mount Huaguo.

His East Sea was there.

His Heavenly Court and his Ling Shan were there.

But it was not quite the same.

It was too small.

So small that, in his eyes now, it was like a speck of insignificant dust.

It was also too fragile.

So fragile that, as if he himself, with just a slight, slightly stronger breath,

could completely shatter this "snow globe".

This was the entire world he had once fought for, and also hated?

Just as Sun Wukong was feeling sentimental.

Inside that "snow globe".

At the highest point, within a palace swirling with purple qi, impervious to all laws.

A figure in gray Daoist robes, whose aura had merged with the entire "snow globe", an ancient silhouette.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes—eyes that seemed to contain the birth and death of the Universe!

On the face of Hóngjūn Dàozǔ, for the first time, appeared an expression of "utter shock and despair"!

He felt it!

He clearly, unmistakably felt it!

Just a moment ago!

There was a gaze!

A gaze that he could neither comprehend nor resist, and could not even bring himself to look directly at!

It came from beyond the "world" and poured in!

That gaze held no malice.

It was merely a casual glance.

But it was just that glance!

Yet it made him, this Dao Ancestor united with the Heavenly Dao, indestructible through myriad kalpas,

his Dao Heart nearly shattered on the spot!

What kind of feeling was that?

It was as if…

It was as if a two-dimensional figure living within a painting,

suddenly one day, being looked at by the truly three-dimensional "person" outside the painting.

With interest.

He gave it a look.

"What… what is that…"

Hongjun's voice trembled.

He frantically deduced the heavenly secrets!

He tried to trace the source of that gaze!

Yet the heavenly secrets were utter chaos!

The Heavenly Dao he relied upon was almighty.

At this moment, was like an old abacus that had encountered an ultimate problem and completely crashed!

It could not give any answer at all!

Finally, a thought arose in him that even he found utterly absurd.

It surged wildly from the depths of his heart!

Could it be…

That mischievous monkey!

Has he returned?!