Chapter 208: Heavenly Dao Besieged, Master and Disciple United!

"Sun Wukong!"

The vast and desolate voice pierced the heavy void.

It was not merely sounding in the ears.

Moreover, it directly boomed onto the foundation of this newly born world.

The boulders of Mount Huaguo trembled.

The newly sprouted grass shoots shrank back into the soil under this pressure.

The originally crystal-clear waterfall's water flow actually reversed upward toward the sky at this moment.

That black spatiotemporal gate had not yet fully closed.

Purple lightning then slipped in through the crack of the gate.

They were like a pack of sharks that had smelled blood.

Yao was shaken and staggered a step.

Her complexion turned as pale as paper.

She clenched her hands tightly onto the nearby rocks.

That innate fear rising from the depths of her soul left her almost unable to breathe.

"He… did he come after me?"

Yao's voice fragmented in the wind.

Sun Wukong turned around.

He drew back the foot he had originally stepped into the gate with.

He held the Golden Cudgel horizontally before his chest.

His eyes showed no fear.

Instead, a blaze ignited that could pierce the heavens.

"Chase?"

"This old thing is in a hurry."

"He fears that this plot of land of Old Monkey Sun will grow big and swallow his Three Realms!"

Sun Wukong spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He felt it.

Behind that black slit.

There were billions of icy laws.

They were frenziedly weaving into an impenetrable great net.

The sky was no longer that pure blue.

Countless dark purple chains appeared out of thin air.

Each chain was inscribed with countless runes.

That was imprisonment.

That was submission.

That was the iron law by which Hongjun had ruled countless Yuan Assemblies.

These chains hung down from all directions.

They seemed alive, attempting to lock every mountain and river of this world.

They sought to drag this place back into that deathly silence order.

"Get lost, old man!"

Sun Wukong roared angrily.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand suddenly elongated.

The staff, wielding black-gold thunderfire, slammed heavily onto the thickest purple chain.

The piercing metallic clash exploded.

The whole sky seemed to be torn open a gap.

The energy's shockwave shattered all the surrounding clouds.

But those chains were too dense.

When one broke, ten more immediately took its place.

They coiled.

They emitted a buzzing that made scalps go numb.

That was the judgment of the Heavenly Dao.

"Sun Wukong, do you think that by escaping the Three Realms you can establish your own domain?"

Hongjun's voice sounded again.

This time, it carried an irresistible majesty.

"Under this universe, who is not a subject?"

"What you have opened up is merely a tumor in this Chaos."

"Today, I will excise it."

In the void.

A purple eye, huge beyond imagination, slowly opened.

It covered all the stars.

It overlooked this world, as pure as a newborn infant.

Their eyes were full of cruelty.

Yao felt that their Illusory Dream Great Dao was withering.

That absolute power's suppression almost made her want to kneel.

Just then.

A warm force grasped her hand.

Sun Wukong stood before her.

His spine was ramrod straight.

Like a spear that would never bend.

"A tumor?"

"Hongjun, you damn well call Freedom a tumor?"

Sun Wukong's laughter surged through the valley.

Arrogant.

Reckless.

He disdainfully pointed at the giant eye in the sky.

"That's a Living Dead tomb!"

"You're afraid, aren't you?"

"You're afraid the grass here grows taller than you!"

"You're afraid the people here have tougher waists than you!"

Just as Sun Wukong's fighting spirit rose to its peak,

In his sea of consciousness,

That fully merged Void Dao Seed trembled slightly.

A familiar voice.

Like a clear spring flowing over parched earth.

That was the voice of the Bodhi Patriarch.

The former aloofness, neither near nor far, was gone.

Instead, it brought an unprecedented intimacy and a sense of relief.

"Wukong."

Sun Wukong's body stiffened for a moment.

His eye sockets reddened slightly.

"Master..."

"Don't look back."

Bodhi's voice was soft, yet full of power.

"The Heavenly Dao is strong because it makes all beings believe in 'fate'."

"And you are the only one in this world who refuses to accept fate."

"As a master, I have walked half this path, dissipating my cultivation."

"The rest is for you to continue walking."

"Make this Heaven show a different color."

At that moment.

Sun Wukong felt the nine Dao Seeds within his body spinning wildly.

That was not merely a growth of power.

That was an awakening of consciousness.

He was not merely a monster.

Nor merely a war god.

He was the ruler of this new world.

He was the guide for all living beings who wished to live as their true selves.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath.

This breath.

It stirred all the spiritual energy of the new world.

His body began to swell.

Not the gigantic fleshly form of emulating heaven and earth.

But a projection of will.

Golden hairs glittered with the sheen of divine metal in the sunlight.

A black Equal Heaven cloak obscured the sky and blocked the sun.

He stomped his foot fiercely.

The rocks atop Mount Huaguo shattered instantly.

His entire being turned into a golden stream of light.

With a resolute posture, he charged toward the Heavenly Dao Chains filling the sky.

"Old Sun said!"

"No one even think about putting another tight headband on this old man!"

"Even if you are this Old Heavenly Lord, it won't work!"

The golden staff draws a perfect arc in the air.

Each swing.

Each swing shatters hundreds or thousands of chains.

The spell‑inscribed fragments fall to the ground, becoming pure energy absorbed by the earth.

The vegetation of the new world grows more lush.

The newborn creatures, though still trembling.

But they saw.

They saw their god, battling bloodily for the land's dignity.

A seed named courage begins to take root and sprout in their hearts.

Monkeys leap among the mountains.

They brandish rough wooden sticks.

They emit sharp roars at the sky.

That is resonance.

It is the contempt of the lowest beings for their bonds.

Sun Wukong heard it.

He felt his power make a qualitative leap.

This is not taken by force.

This is a gift from all beings!

"Did you hear that, Hongjun!"

Sun Wukong smashed the huge purple eye with his staff.

Even if it was merely a projection.

It also made the true form deep in chaos emit a low groan.

Purple blood dripped onto the barrier.

It hissed with corrosion.

Sun Wukong stood in the void.

He watched the chains still pouring in endlessly.

His gaze turned icy to the extreme.

"You call this heavenly law?"

"Today I'll show you what my law is!"

He gripped the golden staff with both hands.

The void power within him fully merged with the Great Way of the Equal Heaven.

A hazy gray light ball condensed at the staff's tip.

That is the power to erase all rules.

"Shatter!"

He roared angrily.

The staff tip touched the void's weakest point.

This strike.

No chaotic light or shadow.

Only pure annihilation.

The formerly arrogant heavenly chains, before that gray light ball.

Like snow beneath a blazing fire.

They vanished instantly.

Leaving no trace.

The sky cleared again.

That suffocating pressure was driven back tens of thousands of miles.

Hongjun's aura shrank.

The laws of this new world were completely stabilized at this moment.

It is no longer a vassal.

It is an equal existence.

Yao watched the figure standing mid‑air.

She knew.

From today onward.

The pattern of the three realms completely changed.

No longer the stagnant water dictated solely by Hongjun.

Sun Wukong turned his head.

He looked down at the expectant faces below.

He knew.

His own path had just begun.

He not only had to protect this place.

He also has to take the fire from here.

Burn away that already rotten Three Realms.

"Are you ready?"

Sun Wukong landed beside Yao.

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an indescribable heroism.

Yao nodded heavily.

"Shall we kill our way back?"

Sun Wukong chuckled.

He looked at the portal leading to the Three Realms.

Outside the portal.

Were countless suffering kin.

Were those still pretending to be deities and Buddhas.

Were the enemies who owed him and Master a blood debt spanning countless lifetimes.

"No."

"It's not 'kill our way back.'"

"It's to take over."

Sun Wukong lifted the Golden Cudgel again.

He stepped into the portal with one foot.

Behind him, the new world let out a earth‑shaking, thunderous cheer.

That was a farewell to the king.

It was also a foretelling of the old era's end.

Just as Sun Wukong's figure was about to vanish in the light.

His ears twitched.

He heard a distant, mournful, long howl.

It was the voice of the Six-Eared Macaque.

It carried a madness of a dead‑end road.

A cruel curve lifted at Sun Wukong's mouth corner.

"Hold on."

"The next one."

"Is you."

The light devoured everything.

The portal slammed shut.

Only the sky‑filled purple wreckage drifted weakly in Chaos Realm.

At this moment, the Three Realms.

Ling Shan, Da Lei Yin Si.

Rulai Buddha sat on a lotus throne, and the chanting of the sutra suddenly stopped.

The bundles on his head trembled slightly.

A golden eagle shattered the great hall's glazed tiles and fell heavily to the ground.

In the eagle's eyes.

Reflected a monkey clad in Golden Armor, bristling with killing aura.

Rulai Buddha's complexion instantly turned whiter than paper.

"He… is he back?"

Inside the great hall.

The originally solemn Buddhas.

At this moment, they all shivered in unison.

That kind of fear shrouded by the shadow of death.

Descended again.