Chapter 187: Hongjun's Scheme, Doubts Rise Again!

The Golden Cudgel wielded the power to cleave heaven and earth.

It came crashing down.

Black-gold Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm, together with pure void power.

Instantly smashed the filth core.

The huge rotting beast let out a shrill howl.

Its blood-red eyeballs burst open violently.

Countless twisted tumors collapsed with a boom.

Like a mountain range breaking apart.

The torrent of filth, in the face of this power,

completely disintegrated.

Sun Wukong's Equal Heaven Path directly tore open this rot.

Straight to the core.

He felt the pain of his Master's Dao Seed.

It was an anguish long eroded.

Get lost!

Sun Wukong let out a furious roar.

The Golden Cudgel violently stabbed into the deepest part of the filth.

Black-gold light, like an invisible giant hand.

Forcibly stripping away the corrupt energy surrounding the Dao Seed.

The rotting beast completely collapsed.

Its huge body began to rapidly dissipate.

Turning into countless specks of black dust.

That dust, carrying reluctance and fear.

Finally, returning to nothingness.

Yao's Illusory Dream Path also fully erupted at this moment.

Seven-colored halo, like the purest spring.

Washing clean this twisted space.

All remaining filth, under the light of Illusory Dream,

quickly vanished.

This area, originally foul and deformed,

began to regain a hint of clarity.

Under the powerful stripping of the Golden Cudgel.

At the filth's core.

The golden Dao Seed wrapped in layers.

It trembled violently.

It seemed to emit a silent wail.

And seemed to be making a final struggle.

Its form remained somewhat twisted.

Its color also bore a hint of sickly scarlet.

But deep within it,

that void aura belonging to Bodhi Patriarch,

was gradually growing stronger.

Sun Wukong could feel its joy.

That was the happiness of being rescued.

His gaze was firm.

He gripped the Golden Cudgel with both hands.

His inner Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm surged forth without reservation.

He intended to thoroughly purify this Dao Seed.

Let his master's fragments.

return to purity.

"Come out!"

He shouted loudly.

He lifted the Golden Cudgel.

The golden Dao Seed, bearing a faint glint of gold.

It was forcibly torn from the filth's core.

It broke free from the filth's bonds.

In mid-air, it slowly rotated.

Then it flew straight toward Sun Wukong.

Landing in his palm.

A familiar yet slightly unfamiliar aura.

It arrived instantly.

Sun Wukong's heart shuddered violently.

He looked at the Dao Seed in his palm.

That Dao Seed.

At this moment.

Emitting a faint golden light.

Its distorted form was slowly recovering.

The crimson hue also gradually faded.

Gradually revealing its original pure gold color.

Sun Wukong felt a loosening in his chest.

This indicates that the core of the Dao Seed has not been completely corrupted.

It can still recover.

He sensed the Dao Seed.

However.

The anticipated integration did not occur.

The Dao Seed simply remained still.

Staying in his palm.

It did not, as before.

Directly turning into a flow of light, merging into his brow.

But rather.

Like a jade pendant that has been branded.

Although pure.

Yet it carries a hint of indescribable obstruction.

Sun Wukong furrowed his brows.

He extended his divine sense.

Attempting to communicate with the Dao Seed.

To feel its primordial source.

A force of extreme cold.

Instantly backlashing upon him.

It carried the ultimate aura of law.

Powerful enough to suppress his Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm.

Sun Wukong let out a muffled grunt.

His heart violently shook.

This force.

He knew it all too well.

That is Hongjun's aura!

Hongjun!

Indeed!

He left a mark on his master's Dao Seed!

This is not an ordinary law imprint.

Rather, it is more like a deliberately forged 'shackle'.

It arrogantly exists.

Directly present in the core of the Dao Seed.

Sun Wukong instantly burned with rage.

A surging killing intent.

Like a volcanic eruption.

Exploded with a boom.

"Hongjun!"

He gritted his teeth.

That old bastard.

Actually openly.

Left a mark on his master's Dao Seed.

This damn.

Is provoking.

A thorough provocation!

This is telling him.

"Look, your master's Dao Seed is right here."

"But you cannot take it away!"

"You cannot escape my control!"

Sun Wukong only felt as if a huge stone pressed on his chest.

He felt utter humiliation.

He felt like a monkey being toyed with.

His Equal Heaven Path was to oppose all injustice.

To oppose all bondage.

But now.

His most revered master.

The Dao Seed left by his master.

Actually done by this old scoundrel.

Openly, he etched a brand.

This is simply.

Putting Hongjun's face.

Directly imprinted onto Sun Wukong's face.

Trampled upon fiercely!

Yao beside him also saw it.

Her Illusory Dream Path had just recovered.

Her mind and spirit were still unstable.

But she clearly felt.

From that Dao Seed emanated.

An icy-cold, supreme aura of law, laden with oppression.

That was the Heavenly Dao.

That was Hongjun.

She looked worriedly at Sun Wukong.

She had never seen.

Sun Wukong now like this.

Extreme fury and repression.

His surrounding aura.

Violence and Deathly Silence intertwined.

Compared to when he just fought the corrupt creatures.

It was a hundred times more terrifying.

"Monkey..."

Yao softly called out.

She felt chills run through her heart.

This Hongjun.

What exactly does he intend to do?

Such naked provocation.

Such indescribable humiliation.

This is absolutely not Hongjun's true intention.

This is too obvious.

Too deliberate.

This is more like.

Hongjun deliberately left a "clue".

A guidance.

One…… to lead Sun Wukong.

Guiding to a certain place as a "signpost".

Sun Wukong ignored Yao.

He tightly stared at the Dao Seed in his palm.

His fury almost wanted to burn this space to ashes.

He wanted to erase this brand directly.

But.

He tried.

That Heavenly Dao Law.

Could not be moved at all.

Just like.

As if he could not move the Heavenly Dao of the Three Realms.

Sun Wukong restrained his fury.

He stored the Dao Seed deep in his glabella.

Together with his original Void Dao Seed.

Standing side by side.

His gaze turned icy to the extreme.

"Hongjun..."

He murmurs softly.

Within the voice.

It is filled with extreme murderous intent.

And.

A question deeper than anger.

Hongjun's scheme.

How deep is it really?

What does he actually want Sun Wukong to do?

All of this.

From Master's self‑unraveling of the Dao.

From when he was sealed under Wǔxíng Shān.

From his westward journey for the scriptures.

From Ji's appearance.

From his merging with the Void Dao Seed.

From seeing Master's phantom and Hongjun appear together.

All of it.

All seem like.

A gigantic board.

And he, Sun Wukong,

is on the board.

a piece, meticulously arranged.

This feeling of being controlled.

Makes him extremely disgusted.

Makes him want to vomit!

He clenches his fist.

His knuckles creak.

He will go find Hongjun himself.

To get a clear answer!

He intends to...

... along with the board.

... completely smash!

Sun Wukong turns his head.

He looks at Yao.

In his eyes,

carries undeniable resolve.

"Let's go!"

"We're heading back to the Three Realms!"

His voice

sounds as if from the Nine Nether Abyss.

Cold, arrogant.

And also a hint

of a declaration of war against the entire Heavenly Dao.

He wants Hongjun

and those self‑righteous "chess‑masters"

to see

themselves as a piece.

go completely berserk.

when flipping the board

what a scene that will be!

In Sun Wukong's eyes,

a flash of madness flickers.

He intends to...

... all schemes

... all injustices

all! with his own hands! tear apart!

He rips open space.

A black fissure reappears.

At the fissure's end,

something is faintly visible.

the familiar yet strange breath of the Three Realms.

Bearing heaviness and decay.

Sun Wukong had no hesitation at all.

Pulling Yao.

Righteously, without looking back.

Stepped in again.

That region.

Filled with Hongjun's minions.

Chaotic Three Realms!