Chapter 188: Lost Realm of the Misguided, the Great Dao in Disarray!

Sun Wukong pulled Yao forward, stepping into the black fissure.

He had thought the opposite side carried the familiar Three Realms aura.

But the sensation beneath his feet was a void.

It felt as if he stepped into a clump of rotting flesh mush.

The air here carried a sour, foul stench.

Dark red electric sparks filled the surroundings.

The sparks crackled in the void.

What fell after the explosion was all star debris.

Yao let out a scream.

Her body began to shake violently.

It was as if hundreds of invisible giant hands were pulling her in different directions.

Her Illusory Dream Path should have been ever‑changing.

Here, however, not even a decent illusion could be sustained.

A seven‑colored light just began to emerge.

It was immediately crushed into fragments by the surrounding chaotic pressure.

"Hold on tight to me!"

Sun Wukong swung his arm around Yao's slender waist.

Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm transformed into a layer of black‑gold armor.

It steadfastly shielded the Divine Souls of the two.

He looked around.

This is no Three Realms.

It was clearly a universe junkyard that had been chewed up and spat out.

The distant star rivers had already been broken into segments.

They resembled dead, rotten giant worms.

Hanging on the pitch‑black void curtain.

Chaos Realm currents roared like maddened prehistoric beasts.

They roared and collided with each other.

Each collision caused massive spatial collapses.

"Monkey, where on earth is this?"

Yao clung tightly to Sun Wukong's arm.

Her complexion was as white as paper.

Those chaotic laws were drilling into her sea of consciousness.

They threatened to turn her mind into mush.

Sun Wukong snorted.

"We've been led astray by that old fool."

"This is not the way home."

"This is a place that locks away the mad."

He recalled the Bodhi Patriarch muttering when drunk before.

Within the Chaos Realm there is not only the vitality of creation.

There is also ultimate destruction.

And a chaos that no one can untangle.

That place is called the Lost Realm of the Misguided.

It is the spot where the Heavenly Dao's operation leaves behind accumulated 'residue'.

In other words, the Heavenly Dao's trash can.

Huge shadows began to fall around.

They were incomplete meteor fragments.

Some fragments still bore tattered celestial palace eaves.

Some fragments even bore carved decapitated stone statues of the Fómén.

These were the wreckage of the old Universe.

They emitted waves of mournful wails that made one's teeth ache.

They struck Sun Wukong's protective shield.

A dull thud resonated.

Sun Wukong felt his body unbearably heavy.

The Golden Cudgel seemed to have suddenly become ten thousand times heavier.

Every swing

required an enormous amount of effort.

This realm was resisting him.

It despised his Equal Heaven Path.

Here.

"Unyielding" seemed to have become a crime.

Chaos is the only law.

Yao's Divine Soul grows ever more void.

Yao's Illusory Dream Dao has become the biggest joke here.

Because there is no logic here at all.

Since there is no logic.

Then the "Dream" has lost its very foundation of existence.

Yao feels as if they are gradually melting.

Becoming a part of this chaotic Chaos.

"Don't you dare try to escape!"

Sun Wukong let out an angry shout.

Two Dao Seeds at his forehead suddenly began to pulse.

That pure Void Dao Seed.

Emitted gentle bursts of light.

Helped Yao steady her form.

But the other Dao Seed, bearing Hongjun's seal,

was like a red‑hot branding iron.

It pierced Sun Wukong's Sea of Awareness with pain.

This kind of pain.

Was not the pain of flesh.

But a humiliation that seeped from his very bones.

The seal seemed to mock him.

Laughing that he cannot turn over Hongjun's palm.

It points toward a direction.

That is the most intense, most insane part of the Chaos Storm.

"Where do you think you're taking me?"

Sun Wukong stared at the huge black vortex ahead.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared within the vortex.

Each bolt of thunder was violet‑black.

That was a cataclysmic thunder tribulation capable of shattering a Quasi‑Saint fruit rank.

Deep within that storm.

He sensed something amiss.

Those seemingly chaotic, tangled Chaos Qi.

Their trajectories of movement unexpectedly concealed a certain pattern.

They appeared to collide randomly.

In fact, they were continuously weaving.

Like a massive spider web.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes.

He used his divine thought to carefully probe those storms.

He sneered.

This faint, almost imperceptible order.

Exuded a scent that made him feel nauseous.

It was the scent of Hongjun.

Cold.

High above.

Viewing sentient beings as mere straw dogs.

This is not some lost realm.

This is the labyrinth Hongjun personally built for Sun Wukong.

Each chaotic airflow

was a shackles written by Hongjun himself.

That old brute wants to grind away his temperament here.

He wants to make him concede defeat in this endless chaos.

"You think you can grind me?"

"Do you think you're the Five Elements Mountain?"

Sun Wukong opened his eyes.

From his Fiery Golden Eyes erupted a golden light a zhang long.

He held the Golden Cudgel horizontally before him.

His whole being radiated an unbridled, lawless ferocity.

In this place without any law.

He himself is the law.

Since Hongjun wants to play.

That old man just flipped your trash can.

He not only didn't dodge those incoming meteors.

Instead, he actively went to meet them.

Boom!

One strike with the staff.

A fragment as large as an asteroid, the remains of a celestial palace.

Crushed into the most primitive particles.

The wailing emitted from those remains.

Also drowned out by his overbearing roar.

I don't care about your order!

I don't care about the Heavenly Dao!

Anyone blocking my Dao, I'll smash them all!

Sun Wukong pulled Yao along.

His form turned into a stream of black-gold light.

He shot straight toward the black vortex.

The storm grew ever fiercer.

Yao could no longer keep her eyes open at all.

She could only feel Sun Wukong's broad palm.

That was her only reliance.

The surrounding space began to twist into ring after ring of braids.

Sun Wukong's flesh began to split open.

Revealing the pale gold bone within.

But he didn't even furrow his brow.

Instead, he laughed wildly.

This extreme oppression,

but instead it aroused the ferocity deep in his bones.

He felt,

the Dao Seed branded on his brow,

was growing brighter and brighter,

as if it were about to ignite.

A blurry silhouette appeared ahead.

That silhouette sat at the center of the chaos vortex.

It looked like a kind-eyed old Daoist.

It was beckoning to him.

Come, Wukong.

That voice rang directly in his mind.

It sounded even better than celestial music.

But Sun Wukong spat fiercely.

Wukong, you bastard!

He simply doesn't follow reason.

He raised the Golden Cudgel and unleashed a full-force strike.

That staff strike smashed forward.

The illusion before his eyes shattered with a boom.

Revealing the true form within.

There was no old Daoist at all.

Only a huge, throbbing mass of flesh covered in tentacles.

On that mass grew a human face.

That face was his own, Sun Wukong's.

On that face,

there was a strange, mocking smile.

I'll kill you!

Sun Wukong was about to charge forward.

The surrounding meteor fragments suddenly froze.

Each fragment was aimed at him.

Like billions of arrows nocked and ready to fly.

A sense of danger unlike any before.

It surged up from his spine.

He felt it.

This game set up by Hongjun.

Only now did it reveal its fangs.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

A fine crack suddenly appeared on the staff's shaft.

That was his longtime companion of countless years.

Yet it happened at this very moment.

It was injured by the pressure of this realm.

Sun Wukong's breathing grew rapid.

He looked forward.

The flesh ball bearing his own face split open.

From within extended a pale, slender hand.

On that hand,

it clutched a fruit pulsing with golden light.

That was the thing he knew best.

It was a fragment of his Master's lingering soul.

"Do you want it?"

The monster bearing his face spoke.

Its voice was exactly like Sun Wukong's.

"If you want it, come and take it."

Sun Wukong was just about to step forward.

Yao suddenly grabbed him tightly.

"Don't go!"

"Look at his feet!"

Sun Wukong looked in the direction Yao pointed.

At the monster's feet.

To his surprise, the ground was carpeted with countless monkey corpses.

Every one.

All wore the outfit he wore when he rampaged through the Heavenly Palace.

These monkey corpses

faced him directly.

All at once, flashing,

they revealed a bizarre smiling face.