Chapter 189: Heaven's Path Debris, Illusory Temptation!

Sun Wukong looked at the countless monkey corpses beneath his feet.

Every smiling face was like a poisoned dagger.

Viciously stabbing into his heart.

"Don't go!"

Yao's voice trembled with tears.

She clung tightly to Sun Wukong's arm.

Afraid he would act impulsively and step into that deadly trap.

The meatball monster bearing Sun Wukong's face let out a laugh identical to his.

"How?"

"Afraid?"

"Aren't you the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"

"Aren't you the one who defies even Heaven?"

"How can you not even dare to look at your own corpse?"

His voice was full of mockery.

Sun Wukong said nothing.

He just silently watched.

Watching the hand that pinched his master's remnant soul.

Watching the eerie monkey corpses littering the ground.

He suddenly laughed.

That laugh was wilder than this chaos storm.

"I'm thinking about something."

He spoke slowly.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it overwhelmed all the surrounding roars.

"What?"

The monster asked, intrigued.

Sun Wukong grinned.

Revealing two rows of stark white teeth.

"I'm thinking."

"I'll smash that face of yours, identical to mine, into a lump of mud."

"What a fun thing that would be!"

Before his words even faded,

He moved!

His whole body turned into a streak of black-gold lightning impossible to catch.

In an instant he appeared before the meatball monster.

"You dare!"

The monster shrieked sharply.

The billions of meteorite fragments suspended around them.

Like a torrential rain of pear blossoms.

Shot toward Sun Wukong.

Each fragment carried the terrifying power to wear away the Great Dao.

Sun Wukong didn't even glance at them.

In his eyes,

there was only that disgusting face.

"Boom!"

Golden Cudgel.

It came down heavily.

Without any Dao rhythm.

Without any law.

Only the purest, most primal.

Power!

The smile on the monster's face froze.

It tried to dodge.

But found the surrounding space locked by an even more overbearing force.

That was Sun Wukong's will!

"Thud——!"

A muffled bang.

That huge meatball.

Together with that Sun-Wukong face.

Was smashed into pieces by a single blow.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

That hand pinching the Master's lingering soul.

It also burst open with a roar.

The so‑called lingering soul.

It turned into specks of golden light, dispersing into the air.

Indeed, it was false.

Sun Wukong sneered inwardly.

The monkey corpse beneath his feet.

Also at this moment, it dissipated like green smoke.

Everything that just happened.

Were all just illusion.

An illusion crafted by Hongjun himself, intended to shake his Dao Heart.

The surrounding meteor shower also ceased.

But Sun Wukong's sense of crisis did not diminish in the slightest.

He grabbed Yao and continued toward Deep Chaos.

The energy surges here grew ever stronger.

Blood mist repeatedly burst from Sun Wukong's body surface.

And healed in an instant.

His flesh, under this extreme pressure,

was undergoing some astonishing transformation.

Yao's condition, however, improved greatly.

She clung tightly beside Sun Wukong.

Her Illusory Dream Way, in this utterly illogical chaotic land,

unexpectedly found a strange Balance.

She began to try to understand this chaos.

She even began to "deceive" this chaos.

A layer of seven‑colored membrane floated around her body.

Those raging energy surges came rushing over.

Striking the membrane.

And became much more docile.

Like a tamed beast.

"Monkey, look ahead!"

Yao suddenly pointed forward.

Sun Wukong lifted his head and looked.

He saw, in the Chaos Realm ahead,

countless fist‑sized golden Debris floating.

Each piece emitted an aura that was both familiar and repulsive to him.

It was the scent of Heavenly Dao.

It was Hongjun's scent.

"Heavenly Dao Debris…"

Sun Wukong muttered to himself.

These are the framework that composes this "Lost Path Realm".

They are also the bait Hongjun used to set a trap for him.

Each Debris contains a thread of pure law‑force.

To any would‑be Saint, this is an irresistible temptation.

Obtaining one equals saving ten thousand years of arduous cultivation.

But Sun Wukong sensed deadly danger within them.

At that moment.

Those Heavenly Dao Debris suddenly lit up.

They began to change form.

Some turned into a peerless divine weapon.

Cold light radiated, its edge fully exposed.

Some became a ten‑thousand‑year celestial herb.

Radiant shafts of light and myriad auspicious colors.

Some even transformed into a resplendent Golden Heavenly Palace.

Celestial music swirled above, and fairies danced.

The ultimate temptation.

Played silently within this Chaos Realm.

Sun Wukong watched with cold eyes.

These things held no allure for him.

What he wanted.

It was never these.

But the next second.

His heart, however, suddenly trembled.

Only one largest piece of Heavenly Dao debris was seen.

Light flowed.

Slowly condensed into a human shape.

A figure etched into his bones, imprinted on his soul.

Beard and hair all white, Daoist robe fluttering.

His face bore a kind, gentle smile.

It was indeed the Bodhi Patriarch.

"Wukong."

That phantom of the Bodhi Patriarch formed from Heavenly Dao debris.

Smiling, gazing at Sun Wukong.

The voice was not loud, yet clearly transmitted into his sea of consciousness.

"Stop."

"Foolish child."

"Here, is your end."

"Also your destination."

"Let go of your obsession, stay."

That voice carried an irresistible demonic power.

It seemed that if one obeyed, one could attain ultimate liberation.

Yao's body went limp, almost kneeling.

She too was affected by that voice.

Sun Wukong's body stiffened.

A flicker of struggle passed through his eyes.

A hint of confusion.

How long has it been since he last heard his master call him so gently?

How much he wanted to return to Fangcun Mountain again.

Return to that carefree summer.

Listening to the master expound the Dao, being teased by the senior brother.

However.

Just at the moment his mind lost guard.

The pure Void Seed at his brow.

It jumped suddenly.

A cold feeling of resistance spread throughout his body.

That is the master's true primordial source.

In rejecting this fake imitation!

Sun Wukong's whole body shook.

The confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by surging anger.

Hongjun!

You old bastard!

You dare!

You dare use the master's appearance to deceive me!

"Get lost!!!"

Sun Wukong let out a roar that shook the Chaos Realm.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand.

Black-gold light surged myriad zhang.

The Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm burst forth unreservedly.

"Break it for me!"

A staff swung out.

Space collapsed.

Time severed.

That kind Bodhi phantom.

The smile on his face instantly solidified.

Turned into extreme terror.

"Boom——!"

The phantom was smashed to pieces.

It turned back into that piece of golden Heavenly Dao debris.

On it, a clear crack also appeared.

The debris let out a mournful cry, wanting to flee.

But Sun Wukong seized it in his hand.

He could feel it.

This fragment contained a trace of Hongjun's will.

At that moment, that trace of will was terrified and trying to draw back.

"You want to run?"

Sun Wukong let out a ferocious laugh.

"Too late!"

He clenched his fist.

"Crack!"

That largest fragment of Heavenly Dao.

He crushed it into powder.

He knew.

Hongjun's game.

It has only just begun.

And Sun Wukong was already ready.

He would utterly wreck this game arena!