Chapter 201: Hongjun's wrath, the Heavenly Dao passes judgment!

The crack leading to Zi Xiao Gong.

It was still there, slowly wriggling.

That giant hand of Heavenly Dao, missing a chunk.

Right now it was faintly glowing with a golden light.

Those shattered laws.

Like little worms that seemed alive.

Desperately burrowing into the wound.

Trying to patch that spot up.

Sun Wukong watched coldly.

He had no intention of lifting a finger.

He simply leaned on his staff.

As if he were watching a terribly awkward play.

"Still not fixed, huh?"

Sun Wukong spoke.

His voice carried an indescribable mockery.

"How did you like the taste of my staff?"

"Do you feel uneasy inside?"

In the void,

there was no echo.

Only that oppressive, suffocating pressure that made one want to vomit.

It was spreading outward in waves.

Suddenly.

All the remaining broken bricks and tiles of the Lost Dao Graveyard

shot up into the sky at that moment.

They circled that crack,

forming an enormous vortex.

At the very center of that vortex,

a voice sounded.

That voice,

was cold,

chilling to the bone.

one could not tell its gender,

nor from which direction it came.

It was as if the entire space

were speaking to Sun Wukong.

"Heretic Sun Wukong."

"You do not know the height of Heaven, nor comprehend fate."

"You destroyed the Lost Dao's tomb and exiled ages of sin."

"Your crime deserves annihilation."

As soon as these words were spoken,

the space around Sun Wukong

suddenly changed.

The air that had seemed light and insubstantial

at that moment

turned into countless invisible swift blades.

aimed at his flesh.

It was a frenzied slicing.

Sizzle—

On Sun Wukong's shoulder,

a spark shot straight out.

That was space rubbing against his flesh.

"Judging me?"

Sun Wukong gave a heh-heh laugh.

He laid his Golden Cudgel across his shoulder.

His whole body stood ramrod straight.

Like an iron nail that would never break.

"What are you supposed to be?"

"Wearing a Daoist robe, sitting on a mat,"

"and you actually think you're the master of this house?"

Sun Wukong pointed at the top of his head.

He again pointed at his feet.

This heaven and earth belongs to the living beings.

It's not the fish pond you raise.

That voice paused briefly.

Then.

A pressure, stronger than before by an unknown factor.

It slammed down onto Sun Wukong.

Within that pressure.

It carried a sense of "rejection".

Sun Wukong felt.

He was suddenly despised by this world.

He couldn't draw in spiritual energy.

Even the void he stood on.

All were rejecting his feet.

It wanted to fling him straight into the bottomless abyss.

This feeling.

Worse than being pressed under Five Elements Mountain.

Even more unbearable.

That is the whole universe targeting you.

Every speck of dust.

Every faint gleam.

All are cursing you.

All are hoping you die soon.

"Brother Wukong!"

Yao in the distance screamed.

She curled up into a ball.

Under that pressure.

Her Illusory Dream Path.

Just like a soap bubble just blown.

A slight touch.

Would shatter into mist.

Her divine soul trembled violently there.

That is how lowly living beings feel when they see the Creator God.

The most primal fear.

Sun Wukong caught a glimpse of Yao from the corner of his eye.

His gaze.

At that moment it became sharper than a blade.

"Get behind me!"

Sun Wukong let out a low shout.

His Equal Heaven Path within.

At that moment it erupted violently.

A black-gold light.

Like an impassable wall.

Blocking the incoming "judgment".

Kept them all outside three zhang.

"You're old, Hongjun."

Sun Wukong stepped forward.

The void beneath his feet.

Directly stepped out a black hole.

That was due to power being too concentrated.

A manifestation that even space couldn't withstand.

"Is that all you've got, these lowly tricks?"

"Let heaven and earth push me out?"

"Let the rules lock me down?"

Sun Wukong laughed wildly.

He slammed his Golden Cudgel into the ground.

An overbearing will to the extreme.

Along the staff.

Toward all directions.

Swept away with a boom.

Get out of my way!

Those rules that had originally crowded in.

At that moment.

It was as if they had encountered a cat's mouse.

They shivered.

They rolled and crawled back, shrinking.

That instant.

Sun Wukong's surrounding one mu and three fen of land.

No longer under the Heavenly Dao's jurisdiction.

That place.

Surname Sun!

This is now the Equal Heaven Path.

It is not only Unyielding.

It is not only resistance.

It is even a kind that transcends the existing rules.

A "new rule" belonging to the variable.

"Looks like. Bodhi indeed taught you quite a bit."

Hongjun's voice.

Once again echoing in the void.

This time.

In that crack.

A phantom slowly emerged.

That was an old Daoist with a white beard.

He looked particularly ordinary.

Just like a common schoolteacher you could see anywhere in the town at the foot of the mountain.

But if you take just one more look,

you will feel.

That old Daoist is Heaven.

That old Daoist is Earth.

He stands there.

Then all things in the world have a reason to exist.

If he were gone,

this universe would collapse as well.

This is the realm of unity with the Heavenly Dao.

A realm that makes all cultivators wish they could kneel and worship.

But Sun Wukong did not bow.

He even curled his lip.

Toward that old Daoist.

He made a gesture understood worldwide.

He slowly raised his right hand.

He extended that middle finger.

Toward the void.

Steadily pointing.

"Old feather."

"Stop pretending there."

In Sun Wukong's voice,

full of contempt.

"Aren't you tired, this projection?"

"If you really want to kill me, then come with your true body."

"Do you dare?"

Sun Wukong stepped forward again.

The expression on his face,

ferocious, yet with an extreme arrogance.

"You're afraid of getting stained by this variable."

"You're afraid that my Void Dao will mess up the order you've painstakingly built."

"So you can only hide in that ruined palace, directing these dead things to scare people."

The old Daoist in the crack,

his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Just this tiny movement.

The temperature of the entire Lost Dao graveyard.

It instantly dropped to freezing point.

Those fragments that had originally been flying wildly in the vortex.

All were frozen to death in mid-air.

"Your existence is a mistake."

The old Daoist spoke.

His hand.

He lightly drew a line before him.

A soundless ripple.

Following the void.

Then it sliced toward Sun Wukong.

That is not power.

That is karma.

That is severance.

Sun Wukong felt.

His own soul.

At that moment.

It seemed as if it were to be pulled from this mortal body.

Forcibly pulled out.

The feeling of being forcibly severed.

More painful than death by a thousand cuts, by ten thousandfold.

"My fault?"

Sun Wukong gritted his steel teeth.

Fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Drop by drop.

Fell onto that black land.

"My Master said."

"In this world, there has never been any right or wrong."

"Only those who want to live, and things that want others to die."

He gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly.

The veins on his arms.

Like twisted little dragons.

"You set up the chessboard; I smashed it."

"You laid out the tombstone; I destroyed it."

"Don't you like to judge?"

Sun Wukong abruptly raised his head.

Toward that huge rift.

Emitted a roar that penetrated the Three Realms.

"Wait for the day I, Lao Sun, storm the Zi Xiao Gong."

"I too will judge you!"

"Look at your belly—is it filled entirely with that black-hearted, rotten-lung water?"

Boom—

Thunder rang from the edge of Heaven.

That is true Heaven's wrath.

Myriad thunder surged.

Toward Sun Wukong's head.

It pressed down.

But Sun Wukong didn't even look at those lightning bolts.

He turned around.

He grabbed Yao's hand.

His hand was very hot.

So hot that Yao felt.

Like grasping the world's.

The most reliable pillar.

"Go."

Sun Wukong said softly.

In his eyes.

There was a ball of fire burning.

"Let's return to the Three Realms."

"There are some old scores; it's time to settle them."

He brandished the staff violently.

The void before him.

Was struck by that overbearing black‑golden light.

It directly ripped open a massive crack.

The other end of the crack.

A familiar aura seeped out.

It is the festive aura of the Three Realms.

It is the wailing of countless Living Beings. It is the aura of resistance.

Sun Wukong turned his head.

He faced the crack that was healing.

He spat a mouthful of bloodied saliva.

"Hongjun."

"Wash your neck clean."

"I, Old Sun."

"I'll be back soon to snatch it!"

Having said that.

He grabbed Yao.

Without any hesitation.

He stepped into the passage in a single stride.

At the final moment of the passage's closure.

The whole Lost Dao cemetery.

Collapsed completely.

And at the far end of that distant void.

The crack representing Hongjun.

Seemed to tremble as well.

It is unknown.

It is anger.

Or…

In that unchanging state of billions of years.

For the first time.

It caused a shake.