Chapter 192: A Feint with a Spear, Hongjun Provokes!

Hongjun's phantom image, like the eternal unchanging center of this Chaos Realm.

His Heavenly Dao pressure emanating from him caused Yao's Illusory Dream Dao to show unstable signs, and her complexion turned somewhat pale.

"Monkey..." she called softly, her voice tinged with worry.

Sun Wukong, however, did not look at her.

All his mind and spirit were Suǒdìng on that vague, towering figure.

The raging fire burned in his chest, yet his facial expression strangely calmed.

He knew that the more this moment came, the less he could act recklessly.

Hongjun, that old scoundrel, was best at manipulating people's hearts.

If he ever became blinded by anger, it would strike his vulnerable spot.

"What's wrong? Not pretending anymore?"

Sun Wukong grinned, showing a set of stark white teeth, his tone full of mockery.

"Finally willing to poke your head out of your turtle shell?"

Hongjun's phantom image still gave no reaction, as if Sun Wukong's provocation were merely an insignificant rustle of wind.

Sun Wukong didn't mind either.

His mind was crystal clear.

The one before him was merely a projection of Hongjun, an extension of his Heavenly Dao will.

The real Hongjun still sat calmly in the Zi Xiao Gong, across billions of spacetime, watching this scene as if watching a play.

Entangling with that shadow of his held no meaning.

The top priority was to rescue that tormented Dao Seed!

Sun Wukong inhaled deeply, temporarily suppressing all murderous intent and raging fire deep in his heart.

His gaze passed over Hongjun's phantom image, landing again on that black-and-white intertwined Dao Seed.

The next second.

He moved!

His whole being turned into a streak of black‑gold light, without any hesitation, dashing straight toward that massive Chaos vortex!

His target, from start to finish, was only that Dao Seed!

Yao saw in a flash that Sun Wukong had already surged out.

She instantly understood his intention, hurriedly activating the Illusory Dream Dao,

laying layers upon layers of false phantoms along her and Sun Wukong's paths, attempting to confuse Hongjun's judgment.

However, at the instant Sun Wukong set off,

that ever‑still Hongjun phantom finally made a move.

He slowly raised his right hand.

There was no earth‑shaking might, nor any world‑destroying law fluctuation.

His movement was casual, as if brushing dust off his sleeve.

Yet that slight raise...

An invisible yet irresistible force instantly enveloped that black‑white Dao Seed!

That power is the Primordial Source of the Heavenly Dao.

It is the fundamental rule of this Universe, hand‑crafted by Hongjun.

Under that force's encasement, the black‑white Dao Seed's struggle ceased instantly.

Immediately, it was dragged by a great force deeper into the Chaos vortex, into the endless darkness!

Hongjun, before Sun Wukong's eyes, snatched the Dao Seed!

"You dare!"

Sun Wukong's eyes widened to the brink, letting out a roar that shook the Nine Heavens!

His master's Dao Seed is his final bottom line!

Whoever touches it, dies!

The Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm within him erupted without reservation at that moment.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand surged instantly to towering height, its black‑gold shaft coiled with countless raging thunder dragons.

This strike gathered all his power and will.

This strike bore a resolve to destroy heaven and earth!

But the target he smashed was not the lofty Hongjun phantom.

But the invisible Heavenly Dao power that enveloped the Dao Seed!

"Break it, you!"

Boom—!

A word‑less thunderous blast erupted in the Chaos.

No light, no sound.

Only a pure, all‑consuming energy Storm spread wildly outward.

The illusion Yao had woven could not withstand even a moment before this Storm, and was torn apart completely.

She let out a muffled hum, a strand of fresh blood spilling from her mouth corner, as the shockwave thrust her outward.

The center of the Storm.

The Golden Cudgel slammed hard onto that Heavenly Dao power.

The invisible barrier emitted a strained wail, its surface riddled with spider‑web cracks.

Finally, with a click, it completely shattered.

The bound black-and-white Dao Seed, like a horse breaking free of its reins, was shaken by this tremendous force and flew high, escaping Hongjun's control.

And just at that moment.

The Hongjun projection that had been hovering in the air suddenly flickered, like a picture with poor signal.

Immediately afterward, it vanished from its spot.

He left.

He left cleanly and decisively.

It seemed his sole purpose in appearing was to force Sun Wukong to unleash this full-powered strike.

Sun Wukong's heart jolted, and he faintly felt something was off.

At this moment, he had no time to think further.

His body twisted in midair, heedless of the terrifying energy backlash, and he forcefully charged into the storm's center.

He reached out and grabbed the black-and-white Dao Seed that was wildly tumbling!

It felt icy cold to the touch.

Sun Wukong's heart also turned half-cold.

No!

This feeling is wrong!

Master's Dao Seed, though it contained the Primordial Source of emptiness, every touch carried a faint warmth.

That was the most fundamental compassion left by Master.

But this Dao Seed, aside from being icy cold, was nothing but Deathly Silence.

Sun Wukong's ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger.

He extended his divine sense into the Dao Seed.

He wanted to seek out that familiar trace.

However, inside it was empty.

There was no Master's Primordial Source.

There was no Master's will.

Not even a trace of the Great Dao of Emptiness remained!

The core of this Dao Seed was a twisted mass, filled with deceptive and false power……

Heavenly Dao Law!

This… this is not Master's Dao Seed!

Sun Wukong gripped that Dao Seed, his whole body frozen in place.

His voice, from shock and anger, became somewhat hoarse.

He was played by Hongjun!

This is utterly a trap!

A counterfeit carefully crafted using Heavenly Dao Law!

Monkey, be careful!

Yao's voice came from afar, carrying a hint of anxiety.

This Dao Seed is filled with deceptive and false power!

Its nature is to lure!

Lure?

Lure what?

Sun Wukong clenched the false Dao Seed in his hand, and his expression at that moment turned bone-chillingly cold.

He was played.

Being toyed with by that lofty Heavenly Dao Saint, like a monkey, spun around in circles.

All his anger, all his resolve, all his hope.

All smashed onto a meticulously laid deception.

This is more painful than killing him!

Humiliation!

An unprecedented humiliation, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his heart.

He slowly raised his head.

Gazing at the spot where the Hongjun projection vanished, in those golden fiery eyes, not a trace of arrogance or wildness remained.

Only remained, an expanse capable of freezing the entire Chaos Realm……

Cold!

……

Meanwhile.

Far beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in that unchanging Zi Xiao Gong.

Seated high upon the cloud bed, Hóngjūn Dàozǔ slowly opened his eyes.

His face showed no expression.

But if someone could see the corner of his mouth, they would notice.

That corner of his mouth was slightly curving upward with an almost imperceptible arc.

This mischievous monkey.

Sure enough, it took the bait.