Chapter 132: Plunder! Beginning with the Six-Zhang Golden Body!

After returning to spacetime, Wukong is 'Heaven'!

'It's my Heaven.'

'And you……'

'In my Heaven!'

When those few sentences of Sun Wukong, so calm, devoid of any worldly air, landed.

The entire Daxiong Baodian.

That originally, solidified to the point of almost becoming substantive air.

Thoroughly, shattered!

Not shattered by aura.

But, from the root, being completely overwritten and covered by a higher-dimensional will!

All gods and buddhas felt as if they had been thrown into an invisible purgatorial furnace!

Their Buddha's Heart was wailing!

Their Dao Fruit was screaming!

The immortal divinity they had condensed after cultivating through countless Yuan Assemblies.

Was being mercilessly crushed and ground by that figure, sovereign of the world!

'Sun……Sun Wukong……'

Guanyin Dashi, lips trembling, struggled to utter these three words.

Each word seemed to exhaust all her strength!

These three words, once spoken,

Just like a fuse igniting a powder keg!

Boom!!!

Inside the hall, the minds of all gods and buddhas exploded simultaneously!

Sun Wukong!

It really is him!

That one, who should have been suppressed under Wǔxíng Shān, his edges smoothed, that mischievous monkey!

That one, who should have been struck down by a single blow from the Victorious Fighting Buddha on the Westward Path, his soul scattered, a wicked obstacle!

How could he possibly still be alive!

And how could he possibly possess such terrifying power that even looking up at it feels like a luxury to them!

That name.

It was once, when they were exalted, used to show the boundlessness of the Buddha's Dharma, a joke.

A footnote.

But now.

Yet this name has become a thread entwined around their divine souls, already festering and oozing pus, an ultimate nightmare!

'No……impossible……'

'This is absolutely impossible!'

Beneath the lotus dais, the Rulai Buddha collapsed on the ground, eyes wide, pupils filled with mad bloodshot!

He seemed like a mad demon!

'Fake! Everything is fake!'

'It's an illusion! It must be the supreme illusion!'

He roared.

Like a gambler who has lost all his chips, making that final, laughable yet futile struggle!

He frantically stirred the power within him, long stagnant like dead water.

Wanting to unleash his own Dharma treasure!

Wanting to operate his own Golden Body!

Wanting to unleash that Supreme Buddhist Divine Power capable of overturning heaven and earth!

However……

Nothing!

Nothing at all!

His Sea of Dharma, once vast enough to contain three thousand worlds,

Now, empty as can be!

So dried up that not a single drop can be wrung out!

He felt not a trace of magical fluctuation.

He was just like the most ordinary mortal!

A mortal who couldn't even truss a chicken!

Such a huge fall from the clouds into the mire!

Such a descent from divinity to ants, powerless and desperate!

This caused the Rulai Buddha to collapse completely!

Sun Wukong just quietly watched him.

Watching this former Buddhist Patriarch who once commanded his fate.

Like a mad dog, on the ground, futilely howling and struggling.

His face showed no expression.

He felt no joy from having his great vengeance avenged.

He felt no amusement like a cat playing with a mouse.

What he possessed was only an extreme, utter indifference.

It was the indifference of a deity gazing down at the contemptible dust beneath his feet—utterly cold.

Finally.

Sun Wukong moved.

He took a step.

Not hurried.

Not slow.

Step by step, he walked toward the Liántái.

Tap.

The first step landed.

The tile under his foot, forged from the boundless faith power of countless believers, was a brilliant golden slab.

"Crack!"

Above, the sacred Buddhist scriptures instantly turned to dust!

The brilliant golden light faded away cleanly!

It became a plain green stone slab.

Tap.

The second step landed.

The green stone slab once more let out a groan, unable to bear the weight.

Above, it was covered with fine cracks like a spiderweb!

Tap.

The third step!

"Bang!"

That hard green stone slab could no longer withstand it.

It shattered with a thunderous crash!

It turned into a stretch of lifeless mundane earth!

Sun Wukong simply walked on, step by step.

His pace was clearly not fast.

But behind him, the path that had shifted from gold to green stone and then to ordinary earth.

Yet it was like a deathly corridor spreading rapidly!

All the sanctity and splendor of the Buddhist sect.

All were mercilessly trampled, shattered, and stripped away beneath his feet.

In the end, they reverted to the most primitive, ordinary state.

This sight.

It made all the gods and buddhas present feel a bone‑chilling cold that sprang from the depths of their souls!

This is no longer merely provoking the Buddhist sect!

This is, from the root, negating all meaning of the Buddhist sect's existence!

Finally.

Sun Wukong had reached beneath the Liántái.

He halted his steps.

Looking down from above, he gazed upon the one lying prone on the ground, whose wisdom had long been seized by fear—the Rulai Buddha.

"Rulai."

Sun Wukong slowly spoke.

His voice remained calm.

"Back then, you pressed me down for five hundred years, sealed my cultivation, cut off my path."

"Today."

"I will also let you properly taste this flavor."

His tone was very light.

Yet it was like a final judgment issuing from the Nine Springs' netherworld!

His words had not yet fallen.

Sun Wukong made no extra movement at all.

He merely faced the towering, gigantic lotus platform.

Facing the one who had once been unsurpassed, the Buddhist Patriarch.

He casually extended a finger.

Then he lightly tapped.

It was just this light, casual flick of a finger.

It caused that Six‑Zhang Golden Body, which the Rulai Buddha had expended endless eons of merit to cultivate and absorbed boundless incense‑vow power, only after arduous cultivation!

That, proclaimed indestructible through eons and vajra‑unbreakable, was the Supreme Dharma Image of the Buddhist Sect!

Like a huge balloon violently pierced by the sharpest needle!

Snort—

A sound so faint it was almost inaudible.

The Rulai Buddha's incomparably massive Six-zhang Golden Body began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Withered!

Shriveled!

The last faint golden light that cloaked him, representing holiness and majesty,

was being forcibly pulled away strand by strand!

This is not shattering!

Nor is it defeat!

This is the most cruel, most thorough erasure!

The gods and Buddhas across the sky stared with eyes that seemed about to burst!

They watched, eyes wide open, the supreme Buddha Patriarch in their hearts.

As if by an invisible, icy giant hand.

Carrying out the most cruel Vivisection!

All of him.

His holiness.

His majesty.

His Xiūwéi.

His Dao Fruit.

All were being cruelly pulled out of his body strand by strand!

This kind of ultimate mental torment!

It is ten thousand times more painful than outright death!

A—!!!

Finally!

The Rulai Buddha let out a wail from that ultimate Fear Heart Demon, a sound utterly unlike any human voice!

In that sound there was no physical pain.

Only the sight of everything he possessed—Xiūwéi, status, dignity…—vanishing into nothing, an ultimate fear and despair!

In just a few breaths.

The Buddhist Patriarch who once, with a majestic countenance, suppressed the Three Realms,

completely turned into a ragged, gaunt, dim‑eyed…

mortal old monk!

Thump!

He could no longer maintain his final dignity.

He tumbled clumsily down from the massive Liántái.

He crashed heavily onto the cold mortal ground.

Sun Wukong slowly walked up to him.

Head bowed.

Looking down from above, he gazed at the former foe trembling on the ground like a leaf in the wind.

The voice was ice‑cold, without a hint of warmth.

"Don't rush."

"This is just an appetizer."