Chapter 198: One Staff Shatters Order, Myriad Dao Submit!

That staff, in the end, did not fall.

Or rather, it fell into another dimension.

No earth-shattering roar, no torrent of shattered laws.

Sun Wukong's staff, imbued with the will of "liberation," did not strike the grave keeper's body.

It pierced the physical, disregarded the rules, and slammed heavily onto the "principle" of the grave keeper's existence!

What is the grave keeper?

It is a puppet of the Heavenly Dao Order.

It is a prison forged by forcibly piecing together the remnants of myriad lost Dao.

Its foundation is the "Fixed Number."

Its logic is "Suppression."

And Sun Wukong's this staff is the extreme of the "variable," a declaration of "freedom"!

When the meaning of an existence is thoroughly negated from its source,

it loses the qualification to exist.

Crack!

A soft sound.

It did not come from the grave keeper's body, but rang out from the void.

As if something invisible had shattered.

That grave keeper, which just moments ago exerted an overwhelming aura, composed of pure order, stiffened abruptly.

On its smooth, mirror-like face, the twisted patterns representing chaos and the icy runes representing order intertwined frenetically, annihilating each other.

Its body did not burst.

Like a sandcastle blown by wind for eons, in the final gentle breeze it lost all support.

It began to disintegrate.

From the fingertips, it turned into the tiniest motes of light, slowly drifting away.

That was not death, but a return.

Returning to what it was before the Heavenly Dao forcibly coalesced it—the original form of myriad lost Dao.

Fragments of shattered laws, flashing with different light, broke free from the vessel named "Order."

They hovered in the air, emitting anguished cries unable to bear the weight.

These were the lamentations of regaining freedom after being imprisoned for eons!

Yao in the distance stared, dumbfounded.

Her small mouth slightly opened, she even forgot to breathe.

What an overbearing strike!

Kill not the body, but exterminate the Dao!

Directly smash the foundation of the opponent's existence with a staff!

However, an even more shocking scene occurred.

The lost Dao fragments drifting in the air did not dissipate completely as expected.

After a brief lament and chaos, they seemed to be pulled by an invisible force.

No.

That is not a pull.

It is an impulse originating from the primordial source, the most primal urge!

Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!

Like myriad stars circling the moon!

Myriad lost Dao fragments transformed into a dazzling rain of light to the extreme.

They reversed direction, swarming toward the same figure!

The figure holding the iron staff, standing still in the void!

They did not attack.

They merely circled.

Affectionately, reverently, they circled around Sun Wukong.

They emitted a low hum, as if cheering, as if singing, and even more like... worship!

They were paying homage to this "Liberator"!

Within Sun Wukong's black-gold Dao Rhythm, they sensed the same-origin, defiant spirit unwilling to be bound by the Heavenly Dao!

That is the taste of rebellion!

That is the taste of freedom!

Yao was completely stunned.

She gazed at the man surrounded by myriad Dao remnants, like a deity.

Her heart surged with towering waves.

One staff, shattering order.

One thought, making myriad Dao submit!

This is the present Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

However.

For such a sight that would drive any god or demon mad, Sun Wukong turned a blind eye.

He didn't even give a single look to those Lost Dao that had submitted to him.

His scarlet eyes stared, dead‑staring, dead‑staring, at a single direction.

The very center of the Lost Dao Graveyard!

That towering gray tombstone!

And…

Pinned to the tombstone, the Golden Dao Seed that was wailing in pain!

Master!

He moved.

One step, he stepped out.

The billions of Lost Dao Debris surrounding him seemed to receive a silent command, voluntarily parting to the sides and clearing a path for him.

It was a road paved with countless shattered Great Dao, leading to the throne!

He walked step by step toward the central tombstone.

Each step landed.

The entire Lost Dao cemetery trembled for him, clearing the way.

Rumble—…

Those tombstones that had stood cold and rigid, representing the authority of Heavenly Dao Suppression.

At this moment, they seemed to come alive.

One after another, they slowly lowered their proud "heads" toward Sun Wukong!

They paid the highest tribute to this king who dared to challenge Heavenly Dao and shattered order with his own hands!

This moment.

He is not some demon king.

Nor is he any fighting‑victorious Buddha.

He is the sole, and forever, king of this Lost Dao Graveyard!

Sun Wukong walked to the massive tombstone.

He lifted his head.

He gazed at the Golden Dao Seed that was tightly pierced by nine jet‑black Heavenly Dao Chains.

Upon those chains flowed the icy breath of Fixed Number, like nine of the most venomous snakes,

their fangs plunged deep into the Dao Seed's Primordial Source, crazily siphoning its light and heat.

The Dao Seed wailed.

It trembled.

That silent pain, like nine red‑hot steel needles, drove mercilessly into Sun Wukong's heart!

He slowly extended his hand.

Trembling, with a blasphemous‑like reverence.

Gently, he stroked the Dao Seed that was wailing in pain.

From his fingertips came a familiar, yet extremely feeble, warmth.

His movements were supremely gentle.

As if fearing that the slightest pressure would shatter it.

His voice was hoarse and dry.

Mixed with endless tenderness and a murderous intent vast enough to freeze the Chaos Realm.

"Master…"

"I, old Sun…"

"... came too late."

Buzz!

The Dao Seed quivered violently.

It seemed to sense this familiar aura.

A faint thought, filled with sorrow and solace, entered Sun Wukong's mind.

It was Master, an unwavering will of resistance to the end!

It told him.

It has been waiting.

It knows he will come!

Sun Wukong closed his eyes.

A golden tear slid down his snarling cheek, falling into the void.

When he opened his eyes again.

All the tenderness and sorrow in his eyes completely faded.

Only remained the raging, decisive fury that scorches Jiǔtiān!

He slowly raised the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

On the black‑gold shaft, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm swirled wildly.

The billions of Lost Dao Debris that had submitted to him seemed to sense the king's will,

emitting waves of fervent buzzing, they poured all their remaining brilliance onto the cudgel!

The Golden Cudgel pointed far toward those nine ink‑black Heavenly Dao Chains!

Sun Wukong split his mouth open, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

That Smile, more ferocious than an evil ghost!

More arrogant than a demon god!

"Old man Hongjun!"

"You don't like the Fixed Number, do you?"

"Today, this old monkey will let you see..."

"What the hell is a variable!"

"Give this old monkey..."

"Break!"