Chapter 209: First Clash with Hongjun, Words Follow Law!

Sun Wukong's one foot had just stepped out of the portal to the new world, and the surrounding void emitted a harsh scraping sound.

Those purple arcs of electricity, like bald eagles that smelled fresh meat, swirled around his ankle in a frenzy.

It was the laws of the Three Realms repelling him, trying to push this out‑of‑place "different species" out.

Sun Wukong let out a cold snort, and his right hand suddenly clenched the Golden Cudgel.

The black‑gold dragon pattern on the staff seemed to come alive, emitting a low growl that only Línghún could hear.

He waved it casually, and the gust from the Golden Cudgel instantly pulverized those purple arcs into dust.

The void under that strike collapsed in a huge chunk, revealing a bottomless fissure behind it.

"Old man, long time no see, you greet my Lao Sun with these little bugs?"

Sun Wukong lifted his chin toward the twisted purple mist.

His voice carried far through the silent void, shattering the drifting star debris.

Deep within the mist, a vague silhouette in a simple Dao robe slowly materialized.

The silhouette was so tall its head was hidden, and each whisker resembled a raging river.

It was Hongjun's will, the absolute ruler that all Living Beings of the Three Realms must bow to.

"Sun Wukong, you dare shatter the seal I left, that is a desecration of the Heavenly Dao."

A grand voice surged from all directions, pressing so hard that cold seeped into the crevices of one's bones.

Every star quivered, as if mourning the ignorant monkey.

Sun Wukong spat, and the void beneath his feet split into spider‑web‑like fissures.

"Desecration?"

"Your broken seal is on my Lao Sun, and Lao Sun finds it filthy!"

His cloak flapped wildly behind him, like a battle flag that never extinguishes.

Hongjun's vague silhouette remained expressionless, and his right hand lightly pointed toward Sun Wukong.

"Set."

A single word, yet it felt as if billions of mountains slammed onto Sun Wukong's shoulders.

The space around Sun Wukong was completely sealed in that instant, even light ceased to flow.

Yao, watching from afar, rushed to intervene, but an invisible force repelled her.

She felt her Illusory Dream Dao, before this fingertip, as fragile as a candle in the wind.

Sun Wukong maintained that arrogant stance, his entire musculature trembling violently.

The golden hairs, under the pressure of the violet light, gradually dimmed.

"Hehe, is this your trump card?"

A suppressed laugh echoed from Sun Wukong's throat.

The Void Dao Seed inside him suddenly spun wildly, spewing a grayish mist.

The laws that bound him began to crack the moment they touched the gray mist.

Under the power of that fingertip, his neck twisted unnaturally.

A flash of surprise appeared in Hongjun's eyes, the reaction to the fingertip's force rebounding.

He clearly hadn't expected that within the Three Realms, any Living Being could resist his Words Follow Law.

"You think hiding in that broken world lets you challenge me?"

Hongjun's voice grew cold.

Above the void, a massive purple hand suddenly formed, its five fingers spreading to cover half a star sector.

The patterns on the giant hand were clear, each line a karmic chain that shackles Living Beings.

The hand, bearing a world‑shattering aura, slammed down on Sun Wukong's small frame.

Sun Wukong didn't retreat but advanced, thrusting the Golden Cudgel into the void.

"Void, open!"

He let out a low growl, his whole being turning into a black hole that devours everything.

The descending purple giant hand was dissolved by an extremely terrifying force before it could touch him.

It was an erasure at the level of Concept, no technique, just primal annihilation.

The giant hand retracted, half of its fingers already gnawed clean.

Sun Wukong kicked off, becoming a black‑gold lightning that surged straight at Hongjun's face.

The staff in his hand grew larger in the air, eventually turning into a towering iron pillar.

"Take a hit from my Lao Sun!"

The Golden Cudgel slammed hard onto the massive vague silhouette.

What was expected to be an earth‑shaking collision instead saw the staff pierce straight through.

Sun Wukong's complexion changed; he sensed an extreme danger rising from behind.

That vague silhouette was merely a prelude; Hongjun's true form had already arrived.

Without hesitation, he delivered an elbow strike, hitting the withered hand that suddenly appeared behind him.

The two clashed in the void, and the resulting shockwave shattered several nearby micro‑planes.

Sun Wukong was knocked back over three thousand li, each step leaving a pitch‑black pit in the void.

He flicked his tingling arms, his battle resolve now even stronger.

"Old thing, your bones are still that hard."

He stared at the old Daoist standing in the void, who was clutching a string of yellowed prayer beads.

Hongjun looked at his palm, where a faint black‑gold scar was healing.

"This kind of power that does not belong to the Heavenly Dao must be eliminated."

The old Daoist's voice was flat, without any inflection.

He waved his sleeve, and countless purple chains materialized in the void behind him.

The chains intertwined like a massive birdcage, enclosing Sun Wukong in the center.

Sun Wukong tried to strike with the Golden Cudgel, but the chains were like phantoms, unable to receive any force.

They wound around his hand following the Golden Cudgel, each chain bearing a heavy sense of destiny.

Sun Wukong felt his consciousness becoming hazy, as if he were back beneath the cold Wǔxíng Shān.

In his ears came Tang Seng's endless chanting, along with the lofty scorn of the gods and Buddhas.

His knees bent slightly, as if a force were pressing him to kneel and confess.

"Confess, Sun Wukong."

Hongjun's voice seemed to explode directly inside his mind.

"Returning to calm is your only salvation."

Sun Wukong's eyes began to fill with Bloodshot, his teeth chattered.

Just as he was about to kneel, he saw beyond those layers of chains that Yao was frantically pounding the barrier.

Her lips moved; though no sound could be heard, her gaze was full of resentment and stubbornness.

And also Master, the apologetic look from Bodhi Patriarch before he left.

"Confess?"

Sun Wukong jerked his head up, spitting a spray of scorching black blood.

"What crime does old Sun have!"

The nine Dao Seeds within him boiled over completely at this moment.

It was not merely a fusion of power, but an absolute convergence of will.

His golden hair at that moment turned into a pure black‑gold hue.

A wave named "Rebellion" erupted violently from his heart.

The purple chains coiled around him shattered piece by piece under this shock.

What shattered was not only the chains, but also the ordered space controlled by Hongjun.

Sun Wukong ripped off the remaining chains on his shoulder as if tearing away a useless spider silk.

He extended a finger and beckoned toward Hongjun in the distance.

"Again."

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried a terrifying penetrating power.

Hongjun's expression grew solemn for the first time, and the prayer beads in his hand ceased rotating.

He realized that he could no longer see through the monkey's fate.

Sun Wukong's form flickered, and the void instantly filled with tens of thousands of identical silhouettes.

Each silhouette carried a Golden Cudgel, each staff entwined with void energy.

These figures surrounded Hongjun from all directions, their movements terrifyingly synchronized.

Hongjun let out a cold snort, and a purple divine ring manifested around his body.

Any of the rushing duplicates that touched the ring instantly disintegrated into specks of light.

Yet the duplicates seemed endless; as soon as one shattered, two more took its place.

They were using a suicide tactic, draining Hongjun's divine ring power.

Sun Wukong's true form hid among the duplicates; he held his breath, merging his whole being with the void.

He was waiting.

Waiting for that old fellow to show the slightest flaw.

Hongjun evidently realized this, and his divine mind scanned the void frantically.

Suddenly, he slapped a palm toward a corner on the right.

The void there exploded, revealing a Sun Wukong who was snarling.

Hongjun's power was too great; that palm shattered half of Sun Wukong's shoulder.

Fresh blood splattered in the purple void, strikingly gruesome.

"Got you."

As Hongjun's voice fell, that "Sun Wukong" suddenly turned into a clump of golden hairs.

What he caught was only a bait!

The real Sun Wukong had already appeared above his head, the Golden Cudgel emitting a black glint that could slash through eras.

In haste, Hongjun raised his prayer beads to block, but the entire string snapped instantly.

That staff struck his shoulder solidly.

A crisp bone‑cracking sound rang sharply in the void.

Hongjun was knocked down into the void below, shattering countless star fragments along the way.

Sun Wukong landed in midair, gulping breath heavily, a massive fissure gaping across his chest.

He wiped the blood from his face, looked down at the figure slowly rising below.

"Not over yet, old thing."

His voice was light, yet it made Yao far away feel a sudden dread.

At that moment, the purple pillar of light below shot up to the heavens.

Hongjun was no longer the ethereal old Daoist; purple scales had sprouted on his body.

That is the most primitive form of the Heavenly Dao, it is absolute order armor.

He turned his palm over, a crystal-clear purple seed appeared.

That is the Primordial Source of the Three Realms, and it is also the foundation of the Heavenly Dao.

When this seed appeared, all living beings in the Three Realms felt their hearts clench tightly.

Whether it was the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court or the Tathagata of Ling Shan, they all gazed in horror at the void at that moment.

Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly; he knew this old bastard was going to risk his life.

"Sun Wukong, this is the true face of the Heavenly Dao."

Hongjun held that seed and stepped onto the void step by step.

With each step he took, the surrounding void was assimilated into purple.

Sun Wukong felt that suffocating pressure surge again, and it was stronger than before by more than a hundredfold.

He glanced at the new world behind him; that was his root, the reason he could not retreat.

"Whatever your true form, in Old Sun's eyes it's just a lump of mud."

He let out a low roar, and the Black Gold Dao Seed within him burst open, releasing an unprecedented aura of Deathly Silence.

That was the final trump card left by his Master, and it is the true meaning of emptiness embodied as a seed.

Two forces capable of destroying everything collided wildly in the center of the void.

In the distance, the Tathagata watched the collapsing void, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

He saw a golden light tearing apart the purple sea.

Just then, a sharp laugh came from a crack in the void.

That voice, Sun Wukong would recognize it even if he were turned to ash.

That was the Six-Eared Macaque.

That guy was hiding in the shadows, holding a pitch-black clay jar.

Sun Wukong's heart sank sharply.