Chapter 135: Come out, my

The clamor and darkness of the Daxiong Baodian, at this moment, have become the backdrop.

Sun Wukong slowly turned around.

Those cold golden eyes pierced every kneeling figure and every collapsed rubble.

Finally, they fell into the corner, into the deepest shadow.

There, a figure still stood.

A figure who had remained silent from beginning to end.

A figure that looked exactly like him.

The old accounts have already been settled clean.

Now.

It is time to get rid of this that has stolen his whole life…

... shadow.

At the instant Sun Wukong's gaze fell.

The figure hidden in the shadow suddenly shivered!

He hesitated hardly at all.

The body instantly turned into a faint illusion.

It was about to merge into the constantly twisting shadow beneath his feet and slip away!

He chose the timing well.

At this moment, Ling Shan collapsed, and the laws are in chaos.

This is the best chance to make a clean getaway!

However.

He is fast.

Sun Wukong's voice is faster.

"Six-Eared Macaque."

Sun Wukong didn't even look back.

He simply faced away from him and spoke lightly.

There was no hint of joy or anger in his voice.

"The play is over."

"Where do you want to go?"

The illusion about to fully merge into the shadow suddenly stiffened!

As if an invisible force from the twisted space had violently pulled it out alive!

He froze in place.

He dared not move a muscle.

Cold sweat instantly soaked the Sēngpáo on his body.

Time seemed to have passed as long as a century.

He finally exhausted all his strength.

He slowly turned around.

That face.

Was indistinguishable from Sun Wukong's.

Only, it lacked any trace of arrogance or tyranny.

There was.

Only a cloying flattery so thick it could not be dispelled.

And a bone‑deep terror.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

He knelt on both knees without hesitation.

He began to kowtow wildly at Sun Wukong's not‑particularly tall silhouette.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each strike was delivered with full force.

He hammered the ground, already turned to ordinary earth, creating shallow pits one after another.

"Great Sage, spare me!"

"Great Sage Grandfather! I, old Sun… no! I, the lowly one! I have kowtowed to you! Spare this dog's life of mine!"

His voice carried a heart‑rending sob.

Tears and snot streamed across his face.

He was as miserable as could be.

"It's all the Tathagata! It's that damned bald thief who got a thousand cuts!"

"It was him! He forced me!!"

"He said, as long as I can kill you and replace you, he'll give me endless wealth and let me become the true Battle‑Winning Buddha!"

"I was also momentarily confused! My mind was clouded by lard!"

"Great Sage Grandfather! I was also powerless! Please, considering that we share the same origin, spare me!"

He cried, gasping for breath.

He pushed all responsibility away, completely and cleanly.

As if he were the most innocent victim.

And Sun Wukong.

Just quietly listening.

Until he could no longer cry out.

Sun Wukong then slowly turned his body.

He stepped forward, one step at a time, until he stood before the Six-Eared Macaque.

Then.

He slowly crouched down.

He carefully examined the face before him, identical to his own yet completely different.

This is…

Having stolen half his life's glory.

On Ling Shan, a single staff killed the murderer of "Sun Wukong".

Logically speaking.

He should have wanted to crush him to the bone and scatter his ashes!

He should have used the most cruel tortures in the world to torment him!

But.

He didn't know why.

Sun Wukong looked at him, that face filled with Fear Heart Demon and flattery.

In his heart.

Yet not even a trace of the slightest hatred could arise.

No anger.

No killing intent.

There is.

Just a feeling that, after watching an extremely crude monkey show,

that bone‑deep…

absurdity.

and pity.

Yes.

Pitiful.

This thing before him.

Is like a crudely made counterfeit.

A laughable clown who desperately tried to imitate the genuine, yet couldn't even mimic the surface.

He doesn't even have the right to provoke his own anger.

He is unworthy.

Sun Wukong just quietly stared at him.

He stared for a long time.

So long that the Six-Eared Macaque's body, trembling violently from Fear Heart Demon, gradually ceased.

He saw no killing intent in Sun Wukong's eyes.

This sparked a sliver of hopeful luck in his heart.

Perhaps…

Perhaps he can truly survive?

At that moment.

Sun Wukong finally spoke.

He calmly asked a question he had long wanted to ask.

"You have imitated old Sun Wukong all your life."

"Have you ever had a day…"

"…to live for yourself?"

Boom!!!

This plain, unassuming question.

Light as a feather.

Devoid of any power.

Yet it made ten thousand thunderclaps erupt simultaneously in the Six-Eared Macaque's mind!

He was completely stunned!

The fear, flattery, and pleading on his face instantly froze!

He opened his mouth.

From his throat came a "hoho" sound, like a broken bellows.

Yet he could not utter a single word.

To… live for… oneself?

Indeed…

If he is not Sun Wukong's shadow.

If he is not the Six-Eared Macaque used to replace the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Then...

Who is he?

What is his name?

Where does he come from?

And where is he going?

He does not know.

He has never thought about this problem.

His life.

All he does is imitate.

He has become Sun Wukong's likeness.

He imitates Sun Wukong's laughter, imitates Sun Wukong's anger, imitates Sun Wukong's arrogance, imitates Sun Wukong's divine abilities and skills.

He has become Sun Wukong's likeness.

Yet he has never become himself.

When Sun Wukong asks this question.

He then discovers in horror.

Setting aside the "Sun Wukong" shell.

His inside.

It is a blank.

It is pure emptiness.

Looking at him, his gaze becomes hollow and bewildered.

Sun Wukong then knows the answer.

He lets out a soft sigh.

Then he straightens his body.

Looking down from above, he gazes upon this poor creature that has already lost its soul.

His tone carries a hint of final pity.

You, even dare to be my enemy.

"You aren't even fit to be my enemy."

"You don't deserve it."

Having said that.

Sun Wukong slowly raises his palm.

In the center of his palm.

A cluster of soft, ultimate golden light.

Slowly gathering together.

That light carries no trace of killing intent.

Instead, it is filled with a warm, inclusive aura.

He no longer wants to kill him.

Killing a poor creature who doesn't even know who he is.

It would only dirty his hands.

He decides.

Give him a...

【163】 The most "fair" ending.