Chapter 193: Pseudo Seed Bait, Heavenly Dao Tracking!

Humiliation!

The utmost humiliation, like ten thousand red‑hot steel needles, mercilessly pierced Sun Wukong's soul!

His golden fiery eyes stared fixedly at the swirling black‑and‑white Dao Seed in his palm.

That is not the Master's Dao Seed.

It is merely a joke.

A lofty Heavenly Dao Saint made a vicious joke on him, this "variable".

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

All crashed onto a meticulously arranged trap.

Sun Wukong's expression on his face, at that moment, fell into complete silence.

It was a calm more terrifying than fury.

Like the Deathly Silence sea before a Storm.

"Heh…"

A light laugh spilled from his throat.

He slowly lifted his head, looking toward where Hongjun's phantom vanished.

That gaze was ice‑cold, without a trace of living warmth.

"Is it fun?"

He asked softly, as if talking to himself.

"Old fool."

"Hope you can still laugh later."

The moment the words fell.

His five fingers surged with force!

"Crack—!"

The crisp cracking sound, in this Deathly Silence Chaos Realm, sounded unusually harsh.

The black‑and‑white interwoven "False Dao Seed" exploded with a boom in his palm!

No release of energy, no collapse of law.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The shattered Dao Seed did not dissipate.

It transformed into billions of golden runes, almost invisible to the naked eye, fine as dust.

These golden runes, like a pack of sharks smelling blood, went mad, followed Sun Wukong's palm, and instantly pierced his body!

Their target was unmistakably clear.

Heading straight for Sun Wukong's Primordial Source Path!

"Buzz—!"

Sun Wukong's Equal Heaven Path jolted violently.

Those golden runes, like maggots on bone, instantly imprinted onto his black‑gold Dao Rhythm, then vanished as if never having appeared.

Sun Wukong's brows knit sharply.

He felt his Great Dao seemed to have been "marked" by something.

As if an ugly name were carved onto a peerless divine weapon.

He immediately steadied his spirit, repeatedly rinsing his Primordial Source with Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm.

But however he probed, he found nothing.

Those runes, like droplets merging into the ocean, disappeared without a trace.

Yet the feeling of being watched, of Suǒdìng, grew ever clearer!

"Great Sage..."

Yao Fei came from afar, her Pale Complexion like paper, her voice carrying an unmaskable tremor.

She exhausted herself to steady her nearly collapsing Illusory Dream Path.

She looked at Sun Wukong, her lips trembling.

"I feel…"

"It seems we are being stared at by an omnipresent eye."

That eye had no form, no location.

It is Heaven, it is Dao.

It is everywhere.

It coldly watches them.

The fire of anger in Sun Wukong's heart, at this moment, was like being swept by the north's icy wind, instantly cooling.

What remained was a killing intent chilled to the extreme.

He understood.

He understood completely.

This pseudo Dao Seed was not only to toy with him, to humiliate him.

This is Hongjun's tracking device!

That old fool never intended from the start to duel him honorably.

He wanted to, like a clever hunter, mark his prey.

Then, watch the prey step by step walk toward death in his pre‑set trap!

Expel these runes?

Sun Wukong couldn't even be bothered to try.

This is the imprint of the Heavenly Dao's primordial source, a means laid down personally by Hongjun.

With his current strength, it is utterly impossible to erase.

Since it cannot be erased……

Then we won't erase it!

Sun Wukong's mouth corner slowly curled into a chilling arc.

He lifted his head, as if making eye contact with that invisible eye.

"Want to watch a show?"

His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a madness and contempt capable of overturning heaven and earth.

"Good!"

"I, Old Sun, will put on a big show for you!"

"Afraid your stage isn't sturdy enough!"

He made his decision.

Turn his scheme against him!

Since you want to watch, I'll let you watch your fill!

Since you've set up the game, I'll just follow your 'script'!

He wants to see what kind of trick this incarnation that controls the Heavenly Dao intends to play!

He wants to see what a splendid expression you, the player, will have when the pieces start overturning the board!

Just as killing intent boiled in Sun Wukong's heart and he made his decision.

An anomaly occurred again!

In his embrace, those few seeds that had always lain quietly were the true Void Seeds belonging to his master.

Suddenly, they burst forth with an unprecedented brilliant light!

Buzz—!

They resonated violently, and that light was no longer the gentle glow that once pointed the way.

But rather a bloody halo infused with endless pain and anxiety!

They were no longer a guide.

But were emitting a wail!

As if calling for a companion imprisoned and suffering boundless pain!

Sun Wukong's gaze instantly narrowed.

This resonance, this wail—he knew them all too well!

It was the pain stemming from his master's primordial source!

His heart felt as if clenched by an invisible giant hand.

"Master!"

He let out a low roar.

Accompanying this intense wail, a brand-new, impeccably clear coordinate, like an imprint, was fiercely etched into his mind!

That coordinate pointed to the deeper reaches of Chaos.

A place where even light cannot reach, an absolute darkness.

Sun Wukong understood instantly.

There.

There lies another part of his master!

There.

It is also undoubtedly a trap prepared for him by Hongjun—the real trap!

All the clues, at this moment, linked together.

The counterfeit Dao Seed was the bait.

The Heavenly Dao's tracking imprint was the fishing line.

And the place from which the wail came was the hunter's pre-dug, most deadly trap!

Waiting for this 'monkey' of his to walk right into the net!

"Hahaha……"

Sun Wukong suddenly burst into loud laughter to the heavens.

That laughter was filled with endless madness and fighting spirit.

He grabbed Yao's hand in one swift motion; she staggered, startled by the aura bursting from him.

"Yao, are you afraid?" he asked, looking down at her, his golden fiery eyes flickering with mad flames.

Yao gazed at him, at that resolve in his eyes that would burn the eight wastes.

She shook her head firmly.

"Not afraid!"

"Good!"

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

"Then come with me, let's pierce a hole in this heaven!"

He hesitated no longer.

He looked toward the newly appeared coordinate direction, his eyes turning sharp as a knife.

He knew.

Hongjun was watching him.

Waiting for him to make a choice.

Was it retreat, or advance?

Sun Wukong answered with action, giving him the loudest reply!

He suddenly raised his hand, fingers together like a blade, and fiercely slashed at the chaos void ahead!

Open it for me, old man!

Screech—!

A piercing tearing sound rang out.

The immensely sturdy chaos space, like fragile cloth, was torn open by him into a huge gap!

The other end of the rift was endless darkness.

Within that darkness, it seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were greedily staring at them.

Streams of danger, thousands upon thousands of times more terrifying than in the Lost Path Realm, surged wildly from the rift!

Sun Wukong, however, paid no heed.

He gripped his Golden Cudgel tightly, the black-gold Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm on his body blazing like flames and soaring skyward!

Hongjun!

I'm here, old man!

Bring out all your shady tricks, old man!

Today, it won't be your death!

It's me, old man, who will smash your Purple Cloud Palace!

A roar shook the chaos!

He grabbed Yao, turning into a stream of light that tore through darkness, and without hesitation plunged headfirst into the black rift leading to the ultimate trap!