Chapter 136

Looking at Sun Wukong's palm, that ball grew brighter and warmer, a golden light.

The Six-Eared Macaque, whose gaze had just sunk into emptiness, was instantly filled with endless fear!

He simply could not understand what Sun Wukong was thinking at this moment.

In his view.

This must be some kind of divine ability more terrifying and cruel than simply killing him!

Is it to refine his divine soul bit by bit into ashes?

Or to cast his true spirit into the Ninefold Purgatory, never to be reborn?

"No! Don't!"

The instinct to survive made him let out another hysterical wail!

"Great Sage Grandfather! I was wrong! I really was wrong!"

"I dare not do it again! Please! Give me a quick end!!"

He was so scared he lost control of his bowels and bladder.

His face, streaming with tears and snot, was filled with utter despair.

However.

Sun Wukong paid no heed to his wailing.

He merely raised his hand.

With those two slender fingers, he pinched that cluster of soft golden light.

Then.

Under the Six-Eared Macaque's terrified, desperate gaze.

Gently.

He touched it to the point between his eyebrows.

Hum—

The Six-Eared Macaque's body shuddered violently!

The excruciating pain he had imagined—his divine soul torn, his true spirit scorched—did not come.

It did not arrive.

Even.

Not even a trace of pain was felt.

On the contrary.

A warmth he had never felt before spread from the point between his eyebrows.

It flowed through his limbs and bones.

It flowed through every corner of his divine soul.

This feeling… was very comfortable.

But then.

An even more terrifying feeling arose!

He felt that something.

Something vitally important to him.

Was being, from his body, from the depths of his soul.

Being pulled by an irresistible, gentle force.

Forcibly torn away!

What is it?

What is that?!

It is……

It is the innate divine ability to hear the Three Realms and discern truth from falsehood!

It is……

It is the seventy-two transformations that can move heaven and earth!

It is……

It is the Somersault Cloud that can travel ten thousand eight hundred miles in a single flip!

And also!

And also all the combat skills he had imitated and stolen bit by bit from Sun Wukong!

All the killing instincts!

All the memories that did not belong to him!

Those he took pride in, those he relied on to survive, the very foundations that made him the Victorious Fighting Buddha!

They were all there, subjected to that force—gentle yet overbearing to the point of Irrational power.

Bit by bit.

Piece by piece.

It was torn away from his Línghún Primordial Source!

No… don't…

He wanted to resist.

He wanted to desperately cling to those things that were drifting away from him.

But he couldn't.

He could only stare.

Those divine abilities, mana, and memories that had been stripped away.

Turned into strands of golden flowing light.

From his brow, they continuously flew out.

Then.

Before Sun Wukong, they slowly gathered into a golden light ball the size of a fist.

Within that light ball lay immense power.

It even carried a trace of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's Dao rhythm.

Sun Wukong gazed at the light ball before him, which contained the condensed essence of a counterfeit's entire life.

He didn't even have the interest to take another look.

He merely stretched out two fingers casually.

He gave it a gentle pinch.

Pop~

A sound, like a bubble bursting, soft and light.

That power-packed light ball was enough to drive any demon king of the Three Realms mad.

And just like that, it silently turned into purest nothingness.

Sun Wukong, having finished all that.

It felt like, while cleaning an old garment he'd worn, accidentally getting a speck of stain on it.

Easily.

Casually.

As a matter of course.

And as the light ball shattered,

The Six-Eared Macaque, kneeling on the ground limp as mud, also underwent a world-shaking change.

In his eyes, the original complex light brimming with cunning, liveliness, Fear Heart Demon, and fawning.

It was rapidly fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Being replaced by.

It was an expanse of chaos.

An expanse of ignorance.

An expanse, like a newborn baby's, purity and……Blank.

He was completely knocked back to his original form.

Not that Six-Eared Macaque capable of battling the Great Sage Equal to Heaven until heaven and earth darkened.

Nor the Victorious Fighting Buddha ennobled by the Western Heaven's Buddhist gate.

But rather.

A mere, the most primitive, most ordinary, most mundane……

Chaos Demon Monkey.

No divine abilities.

No mana.

No memories.

Even.

No name.

Sun Wukong looked at this monkey before him, its eyes blank, filled with curiosity and apprehension toward itself.

The icy lines on his face finally softened a bit.

He spoke lightly.

His voice was not loud.

But it was as if he were putting a final period on this lifelong entanglement of absurd karma.

「You are not Sun Wukong。」

「You are also not the Six-Eared Macaque。」

「From today onward。」

「You are merely yourself。」

Having said that.

Sun Wukong casually waved his hand at the empty space beside him.

Screech!

A spatial gate, taller than a person, appeared out of thin air.

The other side of the gate.

No longer was it the collapsing ruins of Ling Shan.

But rather.

An expanse of blue mountains and clear waters, with birdsong and floral fragrance.

A waterfall rushes ceaselessly through the mountains.

Monkey troops frolic and play in the trees.

That is Mount Huaguo, lush with water and grass, teeming with vitality.

Yes, it is, his, Sun Wukong's home.

「Go. 」

Sun Wukong, looking at that one, still there, blankly looking around, an ordinary monkey.

「Go be a, carefree, Yě hóuzi. 」

「When hungry, just pick fruit to eat. 」

「When thirsty, just drink mountain spring water. 」

「Forgot, everything. 」

「This, is this old monkey. 」

「Can give you, the greatest, mercy. 」

The words fell.

He curled his finger, towards that dazed monkey, lightly flicked.

A gentle force wrapped it.

Then, impartially, sent it into that spatial gate leading to Mount Huaguo.

Along with that monkey's figure, it completely disappeared behind the gate.

Sun Wukong waved his hand.

The spatial gate slowly closed.

Finally, it disappeared.

Thus far.

This segment entangled him with almost a lifetime of karma.

This segment originates from Western Heaven's scheming, the greatest karmic debt.

Finally.

He personally brought it to a thorough end.

That shadow which stole his lifetime's glory.

It no longer exists.