Chapter 200: Dao Seed Returns to the Heart, Master's Dying Wish!

That blow really smashed this void to pieces.

The Golden Cudgel collided with that transparent giant hand.

No sound came out.

The surrounding graves burying the remains of gods and demons.

But they were like sand swept away by a raging wind.

They were directly blown into nothingness.

Not even a scrap remained.

Sun Wukong's flesh on both arms split open completely.

Golden blood poured out as if it were worthless.

His eyes were about to pop out.

The force of that blow had not yet subsided.

He clenched his teeth, issuing a muffled low roar from his throat.

「Get the hell……out of my way! 」

The black-gold light on the Tiěbàng suddenly contracted inward.

Then it erupted like a volcano.

It thrust straight into the palm of that giant hand.

Crack!

That giant hand representing the Heavenly Dao Order.

It was actually blasted open a fist-sized hole by this blow.

Although compared to its sky-covering size,

this pitifully small hole.

But this is the first time since the birth of this universe.

that someone could actually wound the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao.

With the appearance of this crack,

the pressure throughout the space loosened.

Sun Wukong seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He twisted his waist sharply.

The lingering might of the Golden Cudgel followed along that crack.

Like a sharp dagger.

It fiercely swept onto the final black chain.

That chain represented "Order".

It was the final nail locking down his Master's Dao Seed.

Pop!

The chain violently shuddered several times.

The black runes on it began to frenziedly scramble.

As if sensing the threat of death.

They tried to burrow into the Dao Seed.

But Sun Wukong's blow shattered their foundation directly.

The chain cracked inch by inch.

Finally it turned completely into a useless scrap of iron.

Scattered in the void.

Without the chain's binding.

That Golden Dao Seed, which had always been dim and lightless,

suddenly seemed to come alive.

It emitted a clear, ringing cry.

The sound sounded especially joyful.

Like a prisoner imprisoned for countless years.

finally seeing the sun outside.

Golden light.

It illuminated the surrounding lingering deathly aura.

completely clearing it.

The Dao Seed spun a circle in the air.

Before Sun Wukong could react,

It was like a golden bolt of lightning.

It shot straight into Sun Wukong's forehead.

「Hiss……」

Sun Wukong felt as if a red-hot coal had been stuffed into his head.

Pain.

That pain drilled out from the gaps in his bones.

He swayed slightly.

He sat his butt down in the void.

The scenery before his eyes began to recede rapidly.

The ruined graves disappeared.

The terrifying Hongjun's giant hand also vanished.

He found himself standing in a vast white expanse.

There was nothing here.

Only the center.

An old man in a green Daoist robe sat there.

The old man had his back to him.

In his hand he held a broken fan.

He was leisurely fanning with it.

"Master!"

Sun Wukong's nose felt sour.

That silhouette.

Even if he were blind, he would recognize it.

He scrambled over, crawling and rolling.

He wanted to grab the old man's sleeve.

As a result of that grab,

his hand passed straight through the old man's body.

It was merely a lingering shadow.

Sun Wukong stood there, dazed.

He stared at his own palm.

Tears dripped down, pattering.

"Why are you crying?"

The shadow spoke.

Slowly turning around.

Still looking rather unserious,

yet that old face gave him an overwhelming sense of solidity.

The Bodhi Patriarch gazed at him.

His eyes full of that kind of old, comforting smile.

【91> He reached out his hand.

He stretched out his hand.

As if wanting to tousle Sun Wukong's fuzzy head.

Though it still passed through.

But Sun Wukong felt

a warm current

flowing from the crown of his head straight into his heart.

"Old Monkey... I thought I'd never see you again."

Sun Wukong choked up.

Like a child who had suffered injustice outside and run home.

"Silly monkey."

Bodhi laughed and scolded.

His figure was somewhat blurry,

as if it might scatter at any moment.

"What you've done, Master has seen it all."

"Well fought. Well fought."

Sun Wukong lifted his head.

He stared fixedly at him.

"Master, I'll bring you back."

"Let's return to Fangcun Mountain; I'll support you in your old age."

Bodhi shook his head.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

He became especially solemn.

"Wukong, listen well."

"Master this time has dispersed all his cultivation, even shattered his Dao foundation."

"It's not because I can't defeat that old Daoist."

"But I want to see whether, within this fixed Heavenly Dao, there is any sliver of Vitality."

Sun Wukong heard it, dazed.

He didn't understand.

What Vitality or non-Vitality.

He just wanted his master to come back to life.

The Master's Dao is called Void.

Bodhi pointed at this space.

All the myriad things of this world are within the Heavenly Dao's calculations.

It decides when you die, and you must die at that time.

It says you are a demon; then you cannot become a Buddha.

I don't like this.

So I tore my Dao into billions of pieces.

Sun Wukong's eyelid twitched.

He recalled the scene he had seen before.

His Master forcibly tore himself apart.

That kind of pain.

Just thinking about it makes his whole body feel cold.

Master, what are you after this time?

Sun Wukong's voice was a bit hoarse.

Bodhi looked at him.

His gaze became exceedingly gentle.

What I seek is a variable that can be Irrational.

Heavenly Dao says the world should be Deathly Silence.

I scattered these seeds, letting them sprout.

Originally, I thought these seeds would be completely eradicated by the Heavenly Dao.

Until I met you.

Bodhi's hand.

Again floated above Sun Wukong's head.

You are Unyielding. You are a variable.

You are also the sole bright hue in my Void Great Dao.

Sun Wukong was stunned.

He pointed at his own nose.

Me?

Bodhi nodded.

These reassembled Dao Seeds are not for reviving me.

My old bones should have rested long ago.

They are gifts for you.

They will help you see a higher Heaven.

Sun Wukong sprang to his feet.

He shook his head desperately.

I don't want it!

I only want Master!

These broken Dao Seeds—whoever wants them, take them. I'm spitting them out now!

Bodhi smiled even more brightly.

His translucent figure began to fade.

As if to merge into this white light.

Foolish child.

I have never left.

As long as you remain. As long as you have not bowed to that old Dao.

The Master has always lived.

Within your Golden Cudgel. Within your bones.

Bodhi's voice grew ever lighter.

Like a puff of smoke that could disperse at any moment.

Forgot to save me.

Go walk your own path.

Go see what color the scenery at the highest point truly is.

Master!

Sun Wukong reached out to grasp.

But only caught a strand of golden fragmented light.

The light pierced into the gap of his fingernail.

Then followed his meridians.

Gradually flowing into his heart.

The white light before him burst.

Sun Wukong snapped his eyes open.

He still sat in that desolate void.

He held the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

The golden divine pattern on his brow.

Bright as the midday sun.

He felt.

Inside his own body.

There was a power he had never seen before.

It was growing wildly.

That power was not frenzied.

Yet so weighty that he felt he could flip this universe over.

He touched his face.

He got a handful of water.

"Master..."

Sun Wukong closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

Originally that anxious, angry emotion.

All sank down.

Replaced by

was a hitherto unknown calm.

That was the calm after seeing through everything.

also the determination to go down a single path to the end.

You want change.

Old Monkey I will show you the change.

You want to see the scenery.

Old Monkey I will take you to the highest place to see.

Sun Wukong slowly stood up.

His movements were light.

But at the moment he rose

Around, the chaotic currents that had not yet dispersed

actually retreated several hundred li

as if seeing something extremely terrifying

In the distance, Yao.

Looking at Sun Wukong's back

She felt this monkey had changed.

No longer just the demon king who only knows to wield a club and beat people.

On his body

began to have an additional

exactly the same as Bodhi Patriarch's

that profound depth that sees through all things

But beneath that depth

yet hides a sharpness capable of destroying everything

"Brother Wukong?"

Yao tentatively shouted.

Sun Wukong didn't turn back.

Just waved his hand.

He raised his head to look at the huge crack still healing.

At the corner of his mouth

slowly pulled out a sneering arc

That smile

making the person standing on the clouds

who sees it will surely feel creepy

"Old fogey!"

"Let's keep playing."

Sun Wukong's voice wasn't loud.

but like a nail

steadily

driven into every corner of this heaven and earth