Chapter 150: Master and Disciple Meet Again, Press On!
As the false god completely dissipated.
That oppressive terrifying will that weighed upon the whole world also vanished like smoke.
The temple began to collapse.
The throne turned to nothingness.
Only a single, pure Dao Seed remained, emitting an incomparably gentle and kindly light.
It hovered silently in midair.
Sun Wukong just stared at it, dumbfounded.
It was as if he saw, back then, on Fangcun Mountain.
The one who taught him Somersault Cloud, taught him the Seventy-two Transformations, and would rap his head three times with a ruler…… his Master.
His eye sockets felt hot.
He reached out with that hand which held the Golden Cudgel and had shattered the hands of the gods and buddhas filling the sky.
It trembled slightly.
Toward that Dao Seed which represented his Master's last hope.
He slowly reached out.
That awakened Void Seed seemed to sense his summons.
In the air, it lightly circled once.
Then it turned into a stream of light.
Exceedingly docile, it actively flew toward Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong's heart leapt up to his throat.
He thought this Dao Seed would, like a magical treasure, merge into his body.
However, it did not.
That stream of light was not fast, yet it carried an irresistible gentleness.
It did not merge into Sun Wukong's body.
Instead, it lightly touched his brow.
Right upon that golden divine pattern.
"Buzz!"
Sun Wukong's body jolted violently!
He felt no impact of any force.
Nor did he feel any influx of information.
All there was was a feeling, as if a lonely soul that had drifted for billions of years had finally returned home… to warmth.
The next second.
His consciousness was instantly torn from his body by an irresistible force!
Before his eyes, the collapsing temple, that stunned Yao, all vanished!
His consciousness was instantly pulled into a pure white, endless space.
Here, there is nothing.
No up or down, no four directions.
No time, no space.
Only a sheet of white, pure to the extreme.
And that stillness, pure to the extreme.
This is the Primordial Source of the Void.
It is the end of all things.
Sun Wukong, however, felt not a trace of panic.
Because he was in that expanse of pure white where even the concept of 'existence' was almost erased.
He saw a figure.
At the end of the space.
A figure he knew so well it was etched into his soul, standing with its back to him, silently.
Clad in the plainest gray Daoist robe.
His half-white hair loosely tied with a wooden pin.
He simply stood there, silently.
As if he had stood here for an age.
And as if he were inherently part of this white expanse.
Although it was merely an utterly ordinary, blurry silhouette.
But Sun Wukong recognized him at a glance!
That figure who had enlightened him on Fangcun Mountain, in the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave!
That figure who had upheld a sky for him in the Deep Chaos!
That figure who, before his eyes, had smiled and turned into specks of light, merging into the new world……
"Master……"
Sun Wukong's throat felt as if blocked by a red-hot branding iron.
He opened his mouth.
But could not make a sound.
That one, who once dared to roar at the Jade Emperor and dare to wield his staff at the Tathagata, was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
That one, just now, only then shattered the 'god' of an entire world with a single blow, the new cosmic principle.
At this moment.
Like a child who had made a mistake, left home for a long time, and finally saw his relatives.
At a loss.
Feeling wronged.
Longing.
Ecstasy.
Pain.
Countless emotions, even he himself could not tell apart, like a breached chaos sea, instantly engulfing everything of his!
He exerted all his strength.
Only then did he squeeze out a hoarse word from his extremely dry throat.
"……Father……"
Thousands of words.
Waiting for myriad ages.
In the end, it became only this one word, infinitely heavy yet infinitely precious.
That silhouette did not turn around.
He seemed to hear Sun Wukong's call.
He merely nodded slightly.
The motion was very light.
Yet it seemed to carry the weight of the whole world.
That was a nod full of affirmation.
It seemed to say: You did very well.
It seemed to say: You did not disappoint Master.
Just this simple action.
Sun Wukong's tightly tensed heartstrings, unknown how many aeons, suddenly loosened.
He felt that everything he had done.
were worth it!
Then.
A gentle thought full of relief.
Not through sound.
Not through spiritual sense.
But directly transcended all mediums.
Thus, it suddenly echoed in Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness.
【Continue……】
Only two characters.
Yet like a ray of dawn illuminating the endless darkness!
For Sun Wukong's originally somewhat confused path seeking a master, it pointed out the clearest direction!
Sun Wukong still wanted to say something.
Still wanted to ask something.
But.
The next second.
That silhouette that haunted his thoughts.
Together with the entire pure white space.
were like a dream of utmost splendor.
Boomed, shattered!
Turned into specks of light filling the sky.
Sun Wukong's consciousness spun wildly!
When he opened his eyes again.
He still stood atop the temple that had already been completely reduced to ruins.
In his hand, he still tightly gripped that icy Golden Cudgel.
Yao, looking at him with a worried face.
"Sun Wukong? You…… what just happened to you?"
Just now, in that instant.
Yao clearly felt that Sun Wukong's aura had vanished.
Just like that, it vanished into thin air.
It seemed that although his person stood here, his 'existence' had gone to another place, far beyond perception.
"Old Monkey……"
Sun Wukong did not answer her.
He merely lowered his head slowly.
Looking at oneself, that hand was utterly empty.
That pure white space vanished.
That familiar figure also disappeared.
It seemed as if everything just now was truly just a fleeting dream.
He did not shed tears.
Those golden eyes also held no sorrow.
All there was was an unprecedented calm.
Beneath that calm lay a towering battle intent capable of burning the entire Chaos Realm!
But!
That hand, clenched so tightly from overexertion, had whitened knuckles.
Yet it still revealed his inner turmoil at this moment, like an ancient volcano erupting, surging waves.
Master!
Old Sun, I know!
Old Sun, I know everything!
You are not dead!
You merely exist in another form!
You are waiting for me!
You are waiting for Old Sun to retrieve, bit by bit, all of your Dao!
The path to find the Master is no longer confusing!
The goal is unprecedentedly clear!
「Go! 」
Sun Wukong violently lifted his head!
A low shout!
The light bursting from his golden eyes made even Yao beside him feel a shudder of shock.
That is no longer the emptiness after avenging grudges.
Nor is it the confusion of having no direction.
That is a fire of belief ignited after finding an ultimate goal more important than one's own life.
「Go? Where to? 」
Yao was stunned by his sudden change.
Sun Wukong gave no explanation.
He merely cracked a grin.
That grin was arrogant and overbearing!
It was filled with the unique bearing of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who fears neither Heaven nor Earth!
「Go……」
He slowly closed his eyes.
He carefully felt the Void Seed that had fully merged with the divine mark on his brow.
It was no longer a cold Dao Seed.
It was more like a coordinate!
An extremely precise compass!
It was guiding Sun Wukong toward the direction of the next Void Seed!
Hum!
In Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness, a vast star chart slowly unfurled.
Countless points of light flickered within the star chart.
Among them, a point of light was emitting a faint yet exceptionally clear radiance.
「Found it! 」
Sun Wukong violently opened his eyes!
He grabbed Yao's wrist.
His other hand tightly gripped the Golden Cudgel, and without hesitation he slashed fiercely at the void ahead!
「Screech——! 」
Space, like a thin sheet of paper, was easily torn open, revealing a pitch-black rift with no bottom!
「Follow Old Sun……」
Sun Wukong turned his head, looking at Yao, whose face still showed some bewilderment.
The smile on his face grew ever more radiant.
「Go, to the next place! 」
「Continue……」
「Seek the Master! 」
End of Chapter
