Chapter 202: The Dao Seed Transforming Key, a New Birth Ahead!

Sun Wukong's contemptuous "I'll be back soon to take it" was like the last spark igniting a barrel of explosives.

The crack leading to the Zi Xiao Gong no longer healed.

It tore open violently to both sides.

The surge from within was no longer that cold, oppressive pressure.

Instead it was a pure, unmasked fury!

Boom!

The entire Lost Dao cemetery that had already turned to void, at that moment, felt as if an invisible giant hand had clenched it hard.

The space itself emitted a groan of unbearable strain.

The Lost Dao remnants that Sun Wukong had just liberated didn't even have time to let out a Cànjiào, as this raging will immediately ground them into primal particles.

Completely erased.

Even the trace of existence was left no more.

"You're looking for death!"

Hongjun's voice was no longer that lofty judgment.

It turned into a sharp, murderous roar.

The sound exploded directly within Sun Wukong and Yao's souls.

Puff!

Yao spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her body seemed drained of all strength, soft and about to collapse.

Sun Wukong scooped her into his arms in one swift motion.

He himself felt unwell.

He felt his bones being crushed inch by inch.

That force.

It was more than ten times stronger than before!

Sun Wukong, having used all his strength to pry open that piece of his own "Heaven".

That one‑acre‑and‑three‑fen plot, constructed by the Way of the Equal Heaven and absolutely beyond the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, it was shaking violently.

The black‑gold light flickered like a candle in the wind, alternately bright and dim.

The edge of that "Heaven" already showed numerous fine cracks.

It resembled a piece of glass about to shatter.

It could crumble completely at any moment.

If this "Heaven" shattered.

Sun Wukong and Yao would be crushed by that Heavenly Dao's wrath.

Instantly compressed into nothing even less than debris.

"Wukong brother..."

Yao clutched Sun Wukong's arm, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Her Illusory Dream Path, before this absolute, Irrational fury, was utterly helpless.

It could not even muster a single thought of resistance.

It was the despair of an ant facing the entire sky.

"It's okay."

Sun Wukong grinned, spitting a mouthful of bloodied saliva.

The arrogance on his face showed no sign of waning.

On the contrary, it burned even brighter.

"I... haven't died yet!"

He stamped his foot hard.

All the power within his body surged outward as freely as money.

He risked his life to mend that soon‑to‑be shattered "Heaven".

But that was like using a sheet of paper to block a raging flood.

It was utterly useless.

The cracks multiplied.

They grew larger.

The anger from Hongjun had already sent several threads, crawling through the fissures.

They were like the most venomous snakes.

Coiling around Sun Wukong's body.

Beginning to gnaw his Dao, his mortal body, and his Divine Soul.

Sun Wukong's body began to petrify inch by inch.

It was the Heavenly Dao stripping him of his right to "live".

Intending to turn him into a lifeless stone.

Completely returning to Deathly Silence.

"Is this the end..."

Sun Wukong's eyelids began to grow heavy.

He could feel it.

His life was rapidly draining.

This old Taoist.

He truly had murderous intent.

He didn't intend to play anymore.

He wanted to use the most direct and brutal way.

He would take Sun Wukong, this "variable" that made him lose face.

Crush him completely!

Just as Sun Wukong's consciousness began to blur.

An abrupt change occurred!

Inside his body.

Those that had just gathered together belonged to the master's Void Seed.

Suddenly they were no longer dormant.

They did not, as Sun Wukong had imagined, erupt with heaven‑shaking, earth‑destroying power to help him fight Hongjun.

Those golden specks of light.

They burst out from every corner of his limbs and bones.

Then, as if responding to some mysterious summons.

All of them rushed toward the center of Sun Wukong's right palm.

They madly converged there.

A scorching sensation came from the palm.

Sun Wukong shuddered violently.

He lowered his head to look.

He saw only inside his own palm.

Those countless golden specks were actively merging and transforming.

They offered no resistance.

Nor were they violent.

Some merely showed a natural, gentle ease.

They entwined with each other, blending together.

Finally.

In the cracked palm of Sun Wukong.

Slowly.

They took the shape of a key.

It was a key that looked especially ancient.

Its entire body was a deep black‑gold.

Its surface was covered with indecipherable runes.

Those runes seemed alive.

They slowly flowed across the key's surface.

One half emanated the master's supreme Dao Rhythm of "All things return to me, I return to the void".

The other half.

Yet it also exuded Sun Wukong's own ferocious aura of "My fate is mine, not heaven's".

Two utterly opposing Great Daos.

On this key.

They actually merged together perfectly.

With not a hint of conflict.

The moment the key took shape.

Sun Wukong's heart.

It skipped a beat violently.

In his mind.

It was as if a lightning bolt struck down fiercely.

At that instant.

He understood everything.

Master…

Bodhi Patriarch!

This is what you, old sir, left for me, old Monkey.

This is your final trump card!

Sun Wukong's heart stirred.

He fully understood.

This is not a weapon.

This isn't even a magical treasure.

This is the master's final guidance left behind!

It's a signpost!

It's a map!

Master had foreseen it long ago.

There would be a day when I am forced into a dead end by Hongjun!

That's why he said so.

Those Dao Seeds are not for reviving him.

They are a gift for old Sun!

This key.

What it points to is no longer the next Dao Seed imprisoned by the Heavenly Dao.

It is also not a blessed realm hiding earth‑shattering treasure.

What it points to.

is a place.

A place that even Hongjun, that old rascal, of the Heavenly Dao—

cannot fully cover.

The true "lawless land"!

In Sun Wukong's mind.

Suddenly three characters flashed up.

Fangcun Mountain!

There.

is where Master prepared for his "variable", for his "playful monkey".

the preparation.

the true "Ling Tai Fangcun Mountain"!

There.

is the one that resists this damn Heavenly Dao.

the final fortress!

"Ha ha…"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Having seen through all this.

Sun Wukong suddenly lifted his head.

He let out an earth‑shattering, sky‑rending roar of laughter.

Within that laughter,

was filled with relief.

was filled with joy.

and even more, with contempt for the Heavenly Dao overhead.

the utmost ridicule!

"Old rascal!"

"You lost!"

Sun Wukong tightly grasped that warm key in his hand.

He looked at the heavens above.

the portion that had completely shattered.

the Heavenly Dao judgment that was about to press down with the weight of the entire Universe.

The expression on his face

had not a hint of Fear Heart Demon.

only one feeling: the exhilaration of being one move ahead!

"Wukong brother?"

Yao was left bewildered by his sudden burst of laughter.

She didn't know what had happened.

She only knew.

Death was about to arrive.

Sun Wukong lowered his head.

He showed a brilliant Smile to the pale little face in his arms.

"Hold on tight."

He grabbed Yao's hand.

the hand that held the key.

without any hesitation.

toward the collapsing void before him.

Suddenly.

Violently.

pierced into it!

There was no earth‑shattering sound.

It also lacked the dazzling special effects.

That black-gold key.

At the moment it touched the void.

Just that easily.

It merged in.

Next.

In front of them.

A gate.

A gate formed from countless twisted lights and incomprehensible laws.

It appeared out of nowhere!

Inside that gate.

It exuded an aura utterly alien to this world.

That was freedom.

That was…… rebirth!

This is a gate that cannot be understood by the Heavenly Dao Law!

"No!!!"

In the rift leading to the Zi Xiao Gong.

Hongjun's incredulous, furious roar came from it!

He sensed it.

The aura of that key.

He sensed it.

The existence of that place!

That was something he had never controlled in his eons of overseeing the Heavenly Dao.

The only one.

His uncontrollable blind spot!

It was the final safeguard left by that old thing!

But Sun Wukong simply ignored his roar.

He pulled Yao along.

Just before that heaven-earth-destroying Heavenly Dao judgment fell.

One step.

He stepped into that brand-new, unknown realm that truly belonged to the 'variable'!

As their figures vanished.

That gate.

It also instantly vanished into the void.

It was as if it had never appeared.

Boom—!!

The Heavenly Dao judgment, having lost its target, capable of destroying everything.

Viciously.

It slammed onto this barren wasteland.

Burying the Lost Dao tomb that had interred countless gods and demons.

Along with the surrounding billions of miles of Chaos Realm.

Thoroughly.

Turning into eternal nothingness.

Leaving only.

Hongjun's roar of fury at its peak.

In this deathly silent universe.

It lingered for a long time.