Chapter 138: Endless Drifting, the First Ray of Light

Sun Wukong emerged.

Yao also followed behind him, breaking through the world's barriers.

Before his eyes was no longer the Three Realms homeland that had borne his lifelong love, hate, and grudges,

but a brand‑new, vast Chaos Sea beyond any description.

Hundreds of millions of newly born brilliant star rivers,

like the most dazzling diamond dust, scattered freely across this boundless canvas.

Here, light and darkness lost their boundaries,

they intertwined, forming grand, magnificent yet dead‑stagnant scrolls.

There is no up or down, no east or west, no flow of time here.

Only endless vastness and endless Deathly Silence.

Yao was utterly shocked by the scene before her, nearly ceasing to think.

Her Illusory Dream path seemed so tiny and laughable before this ultimate, real vastness.

Instinctively, Yao looked toward the figure ahead, the man who created all this.

She then saw a scene that tugged sharply at her heart.

Sun Wukong floated silently in this brand‑new world that belonged to him.

He did not release even a trace of the supreme ruler's oppressive aura,

nor did he admire the endless realm he had forged with his own hands.

He simply held the Golden Cudgel, which had long returned to its plain, unadorned form,

like a cold, lifeless stone, letting his body drift with the currents of this boundless Chaos.

His eyes remained that pure gold, yet within that gold no trace of divine brilliance could be seen.

No longer any overwhelming hatred of revenge, no soaring battle spirit, not even a hint of living emotional fluctuation.

Only a void remained, a void more Deathly Silent than this Chaos Sea.

Yao's heart plunged sharply to the bottom of the valley. She suddenly understood.

Having resolved all cause and effect, having avenged all blood feuds,

the overwhelming hatred and fury that had driven him out from the corpse mountain and blood sea vanished.

It was like a candle that had burned its last tear of wax; the flame went out. The string that had supported him snapped.

A loneliness deeper and more despairing than the five hundred years he spent under Wǔxíng Shān,

began to gnaw at his heart piece by piece.

He became the supreme ruler of this new Universe,

but that supremacy also meant… he became the sole solitary ruler of all heavens and earth.

Yao opened her mouth, intending to offer comfort, but the words were swallowed back.

What could she say? What could she possibly say? In the face of this suffocating vast loneliness,

any words, any comfort seemed so pale, powerless, even laughable.

Yao finally deeply realized that, on this brand‑new level she could not comprehend,

only beings of equal stature could understand each other's loneliness. And she was still far away.

She could only silently withdraw all her aura, like an unnoticed shadow,

trailing far behind him, using this silent manner to tell him:

At least, in this world, there is still a Living Being keeping him company.

"Master…"

A barely audible murmur drifted from Sun Wukong's mouth.

That voice carried a hint of bewilderment and helplessness even he had not sensed.

He was confused and helpless, like a child lost in the wilderness,

instinctively calling out the only name that could guide him.

"Where are you…"

His voice, in this absolute Deathly Silence void, received no echo and was utterly swallowed.

Sun Wukong felt "unable to find direction" for the first time.

This feeling was more terrifying than when he was struck by the Buddha's palm and pressed under Wǔxíng Shān,

more terrifying than wearing the Golden Cudgel, having his Divine Soul pierced, or facing the countless demigods.

Within his body, the Way of the Equal Heaven seemed to sense his master's restlessness and unease, and began to wildly rotate on its own.

Strands of black‑gold Dao Rhythm, like invisible tendrils,

centered on Sun Wukong, spread wildly toward the endless depths of Chaos in all directions.

One light-year.

Ten thousand light-years.

One hundred million light-years.

One billion…

Ten billion…

One hundred billion…

His Dao Rhythm covered, piece after piece, newly born brilliant star systems,

swept over, one after another, primitive planets that had not yet formed life.

He searched, frantically searched, seeking even the slightest hint of a familiar aura!

But the Chaos Sea was too vast, vast enough that even he, the supreme ruler, felt waves of palpitations.

His search was like being in an endless black desert,

To find a grain of sand of a specific colour. This is billions of times more hopeless than finding a needle in a haystack.

Time lost its meaning here. I don't know how long has passed—perhaps just an instant, perhaps already ages.

Just as Sun Wukong's newly sparked hope,

was about to be completely erased by this endless deathly silence and futility, just as his heart was about to fall into total stillness.

Suddenly——

One of his Dao Rhythm tendrils, stretching who-knows-how-many billions of light-years away, suddenly twitched violently!

Buzz!!!

That instant's feeling could not be described in any words—it was pure ecstasy!

That feeling was like a person drowning in the deep sea, at the bottom of a lightless abyss,

despairing and struggling for hundreds of millions of years, in the split second before giving up all hope and sinking into eternal darkness,

suddenly seeing a faint phosphorescence of their own kind, so weak it seemed it would vanish the next second!!

Boom——!!!

In Sun Wukong's golden eyes, long still as dead water, suddenly burst a terrifying radiance capable of lighting the entire Chaos Sea!

He's come back to life! His whole being has come back to life!

That hollow heart, on the verge of collapsing, was instantly filled with a scorching magma called "hope"!

Found it! He found it!

He abruptly turned his head, his eyes blazing with golden fire,

He precisely locked onto a chaos coordinate located beyond endless distance!

No mistake! Absolutely no mistake! It was an extremely faint tremor, as weak as a candle in the wind.

But it was definitely of the same source—a tremor belonging to the 【Void】!

It was my master's aura! It was my master's aura!!

"Yao! Keep up!!"

Sun Wukong's voice exploded for the first time in this deathly silent universe!

That voice now brimmed with explosive power, brimming with a crystal‑clear sense of purpose!

He grabbed the wrist of Yao, who hadn't reacted yet beside him.

The force was such that Yao only felt a sharp pain in her wrist, her bone emitting a faint crack.

But she felt no pain at all; her eyes were filled only with endless shock and ecstasy!

She gazed at the figure whose fighting spirit had reignited like a raging flood.

She knew that the law‑less, heaven‑defying Great Sage Equal to Heaven had returned!

Sun Wukong gave Yao no time to react.

He fixed his gaze on the sensed distant coordinate, his eyes flashing with near‑mad obsession and longing!

Then, without hesitation, he slammed a fierce punch into the chaos space ahead!

Bang!!!

This punch unleashed no world‑shaking wave.

The chaos space before him, formed of countless star rivers, neither shattered nor collapsed.

but like a huge curtain hanging there, he tore it open with the most savage, unreasonable method,

forcibly ripping a huge, dark, ferocious rift!

Beyond the door lay a deeper, more unfathomable unknown void!

"Go!"

Sun Wukong let out a low roar, his whole body turning into a blazing golden beam, dragging Yao forward without hesitation into the space rift he himself had torn open!

Carrying Yao Yi, he dove headfirst without looking back into the spatial rift he had torn open with his own hands!