Chapter 146: The Scheme of the False God, the Poison of Faith

Sun Wukong and Yao flew toward the direction where the aura was strongest.

Along the way, Yao saw dazzling sights, her spirit swaying.

This world is too strange.

She personally saw a living being as huge as a star, sitting on a shattered continent.

That continent was originally a complete star.

Only because he believed he could crush it.

Thus, the star really exploded.

Yao also saw a giant snake with nine heads, lounging lazily in a void.

In its world, there are no enemies.

Therefore, any living being that harbors hostility toward it, upon approaching, is directly erased from concept.

This is a realm composed of countless "supremacist" madmen, a bizarre and wondrous world.

But, strangely.

These beings are so powerful that they can do as they please in their own worlds.

Yet they share a common, supreme faith.

That is, they were granted the almighty power of "wish fulfillment"…

Creator God!

They soon reached the center of this world.

A temple floating above an ocean of pure consciousness.

The entire temple is not made of any material.

Rather, it is condensed from the purest, most fervent "belief" power of countless living beings in this universe.

Every brick and tile shimmers with seven-colored light.

Every beam and pillar chants verses of praise.

Magnificent and holy.

Upon the throne deep within the temple.

Sits a humanoid figure whose face cannot be seen.

He is enveloped all over in a soft seven-colored light.

He seems to be the embodiment of all "beautiful" concepts in this world.

He is the one born after absorbing the Bodhi Patriarch's Void Seed…

The sole Creator God.

As Sun Wukong steps into the temple.

He immediately sensed.

A gentle yet undeniably imposing thought directly echoed in Sun Wukong's mind.

"【Welcome, mighty one who has come from afar, to my world.】"

Sun Wukong's steps did not pause; he merely lifted his eyelids and coldly glanced at the figure on the throne.

He said nothing.

Yet in his golden eyes flickered an unhidden trace of disgust.

He, from this so-called Creator God.

felt an aura that made him very uncomfortable.

Master's Void Dao is an end, a destination, transcending all bonds—Great Freedom.

But this guy before him.

has thoroughly twisted it.

He has molded the Void into "absolute obedience" and "selfless devotion"!

He has granted all living beings in this world the supreme power of "wish fulfillment".

Its purpose is certainly not mercy or gift-giving.

But to more efficiently and thoroughly harvest these beings, for the purest, vastest… produced by "wish fulfillment".

Faith Power!

This is fundamentally not a world full of miracles.

This is clearly a more advanced, more concealed…

Large-scale farm!

"【It's clear that your essence is on the same level as mine.】"

The Creator God on the throne seems completely unaware of Sun Wukong's hostility.

He, with that thought full of divinity and compassion, sent Sun Wukong an invitation he believed the other could not refuse.

"【Give up your painful, struggling, meaningless 'self'.】"

"【Come, merge into my all-encompassing, supreme 'unified will'.】"

"【I will share with you all authority over this universe.】"

"【Even in the future, we can devour more universes to become truly eternal, multiverse-level beings!】"

His voice is full of temptation.

Sun Wukong, after hearing his lengthy grand blueprint.

He fell silent for a moment.

Then.

He suddenly cracked his mouth open and laughed.

In that smile, there was not a trace of joy or excitement.

Only that, which is almost solidifying into substance, mockery!

And killing intent!

**Chapter 147: Are you even worthy to discuss the 'self' with me, Old Monkey? **

"Shared universe?"

Sun Wukong extended his pinky and dug in his ear.

That look, as if hearing something, was the most ridiculous, most laughable, heavenly big joke in this world.

"Sounds actually not bad."

"The Creator God on the throne thought he was moved."

That divine intention became even more gently coaxing.

"Correct. 'Self' is the root of all suffering."

"Desire, jealousy, anger, sorrow... all arise from the 'self'."

"As long as you abandon the lesser self and merge into the greater self, you can break free of all these bonds and attain true, eternal, and... bliss."

"Well said!"

Sun Wukong slapped his palm and loudly praised.

"Said, truly excellent!"

"I, Old Monkey, almost believed that damn thing!"

His tone suddenly shifted!

A moment ago, still wearing a somewhat playful smile, it instantly turned cold!

His voice was like an icy wind from the Nine Underworlds, bone-chillingly cold!

"What a pity!"

"This spiel of yours is just for fooling three-year-olds!"

"I, Old Monkey, have long been tired of hearing this on Western Heaven Ling Shan!"

"So-called 'abandon the lesser self, merge into the greater self'?"

"Said so righteously!"

"Put bluntly, it's just to have me, Old Monkey, give up resistance and sheath my fangs."

"Become a fat, livestock in your farm, letting you slaughter at will, huh?!"

"Isn't it just to make me, Old Monkey, become a harvestable 'leek' in your hand, huh?!"

"The old Tathagata back then wanted to do this."

As a result, Ling Shan was smashed to pieces by me, Old Monkey, with a single blow.

"You counterfeit who stole my Master's power."

"You even dare, in front of me, Old Monkey, to propose such an utterly foolish demand?!"

"It seems……"

"You are obstinately unenlightened."

"The Creator God's intention finally also turned cold."

"That compassion and divinity vanished completely."

"In its place came lofty indifference and majesty."

"If so, further words are useless."

"I can only forcibly purify your will."

"The moment his words fell!"

"Buzz——!!!"

"The entire idealistic universe violently shuddered!"

"Immediately after, in this universe, the countless living beings."

"In their hearts, the utmost devout, fervent 'faith power' toward the Creator God."

"At this moment, they all turned into dazzling, seven-colored torrents!"

"From every corner of the universe!"

"Frantically toward the divine palace floating above the sea of consciousness!"

"They surged!"

"The Creator God's aura began to surge wildly at an astonishing speed!"

"Yao stood behind Sun Wukong."

"Before this massive will torrent capable of warping reality and reshaping concepts."

"Felt that my self-consciousness was like a tiny boat in a raging storm."

"At any moment, it could be utterly overwhelmed and assimilated!"

"Her face turned deathly pale!"

"Her divine soul kept trembling!"

"However!"

"Sun Wukong, facing this pressure, did not retreat but advanced!"

"He, confronting that terrifying aura capable of making the multiverse pale, stepped forward!"

"He slowly lifted that staff, which had lain unused for a long time…"

Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff!

Wong!!!

On the staff, the black-gold Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm, like an awakened ancient demon dragon, frenetically flowing!

Emitting a hum that shakes the Divine Soul!

He, holding that extremely heavy staff, far away,

Pointing at that aura, which had already peaked, as if it had already merged with the entire Universe into one, the 'Creator God'.

On his face, he revealed a smile so arrogant it was lawless!

"You want to purify, my old Sun's will?"

"Just based on you, a fake who doesn't even know who 'you' are?!"

"You're even worthy?!"