Chapter 210: Heavenly Dao Severely Wounded, the Great Dao Cracks!

That chilling laugh was like a venomous snake, slithering through the void's fissure into Sun Wukong's ear.

The corner of his eye even caught a glimpse of a familiar yet detestable black shadow.

Six-Eared Macaque!

That bastard hasn't died yet and still dares to show up at a time like this!

Sun Wukong felt an unnamed fury rise in his heart, but he forced the fire down.

Now is not the time.

In front of him is the hardest bone in the Three Realms since antiquity.

A moment's distraction means endless ruin.

"Die!"

A word forced out of Sun Wukong's throat.

The cracked black‑golden Dao Seed inside him exploded completely at this moment!

Endless Deathly Silence and void, mixed with his unbending Equal Heaven battle will, poured entirely into the Tiěbàng in his hand.

The surface of the Golden Cudgel, those intricate dragon patterns, were instantly smoothed out.

It became a pure, gray iron staff.

It no longer represents any law, because it itself is meant to erase laws.

"Give me, old Sun... Break!"

This strike, bearing the power to shatter everything, hammered fiercely at Hongjun's body, which was constructed from the Heavenly Dao's Primordial Source!

For the first time, Hongjun's eyes showed a solemn hue.

He felt it.

The power on that staff could truly wound him, even... kill him.

He dared not rely on any more support, raised both hands, and the crystal‑clear purple seed before him erupted with ten‑thousand‑foot radiance.

All the Source Power of the Three Realms was drawn by him, forming an indestructible purple light shield before him.

"Boom—!"

No sound.

Or rather, the sound was devoured by that gray power the instant it was emitted.

The entire Chaos Realm void seemed to have its mute button pressed.

Only the utmost destruction played out silently.

The gray Tiěbàng struck the purple light shield.

Time stalled for an instant.

The next second.

"Crack…"

The crisp cracking sound rang deep into every Living Being's soul.

The light shield before Hongjun, claimed to have condensed the Three Realms' Primordial Source, showed a fine crack on its surface.

Immediately, the crack spread wildly like a spider web.

"Bang!"

The light shield exploded with a thunderous burst!

The Golden Cudgel's momentum remained, solidly pounding Hongjun's chest.

On Hongjun's eternally unchanged face, a hint of painful distortion finally appeared.

He let out a muffled hum, his whole body like a kite with its line cut, blasted tens of thousands of miles away by that strike.

The purple scale armor on his body shattered piece by piece.

Even more terrifying, a horrific crack from shoulder to abdomen appeared on his body, which had fully merged with the Heavenly Dao!

Strands of golden blood, bearing supreme aura, slowly seeped out from that crack!

Heavenly Dao... is bleeding!

From afar, Yao saw the scene and trembled with excitement.

She clamped her mouth shut, yet tears helplessly streamed down.

Won?

No, it's not over!

Sun Wukong seized this once‑in‑a‑millennium chance, his form flashing, reappearing beside Hongjun like a festering wound.

He gave the opponent no chance to breathe.

"Again!"

The Golden Cudgel transformed into countless staff shadows, pouring down like a raging storm.

Each strike precisely hammered the crack on Hongjun's body.

He was attacking Hongjun's flesh.

He was also attacking the very "Heavenly Dao" that Hongjun represented, a rigid, decayed one!

When the first strike fell, the "Fate" law set by Hongjun began to crumble.

When the second strike fell, the "Obedience" iron rule he had imprinted deep in Living Beings' souls began to loosen.

Third strike...

Fourth strike...

Sun Wukong's assault grew faster and fiercer.

Each of his blows shattered Hongjun's "Dao"!

Hongjun felt an unprecedented threat.

He discovered that the Heavenly Dao Law he took pride in was as fragile as paper in the face of this monkey's unreasonable gray power.

This monkey—he actually could shake the Heavenly Dao!

"Madman!"

"You're destroying the entire Three Realms!"

Hongjun, flailing in a clumsy defense, let out an angry roar.

Sun Wukong sneered, and the force in his hand grew heavier by a few more degrees.

"Destroyed?"

"You call this the Three Realms? This damn pigsty is yours!"

"Today old Sun Wukong is going to smash your pigsty, so those pigs can see just how big the sky outside really is!"

Each swing of the Golden Cudgel carried the will to liberate everything.

Yao's heart ignited with blazing hope.

Sun Wukong really can do it!

He truly can defeat this lofty absolute ruler who treats Living Beings as ants!

Cornered into desperation, Hongjun's eyes flashed with a bone‑deep madness.

He no longer held back, ready to wield the deepest layer of the Heavenly Dao, even if the price is the entire Three Realms returning to Chaos Realm!

"Since you seek death, I shall fulfill you!"

Hongjun abruptly halted his retreat.

He allowed Sun Wukong's massive, heavy strike to smash into his own chest.

"Pfft!"

The fissure was struck deeper, nearly cleaving him in two.

But Hongjun smiled.

He spread his arms, and from the fissure surged not golden blood but streams of pure, ultimate destructive Primordial Source.

"In my name, I reshape the cosmos!"

He intends to detonate the Heavenly Dao's Primordial Source, perishing together with Sun Wukong!

Sun Wukong's pupils snapped shut.

He sensed that terrifying force capable of pulling everything back to the origin.

"Too late!"

Sun Wukong, instead of retreating, surged forward, extracting every last ounce of void power from his body.

He aims to erase Hongjun from this world completely before Hongjun's detonation!

The Golden Cudgel fell for the final time.

Hongjun's body jolted violently.

His frantic expression froze on his face.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations,

Hongjun was not erased.

Sun Wukong was also not devoured by that destructive Primordial Source.

The clash of the two forces seemed to tear open an unspeakable taboo.

Above the sky of the New World.

All Living Beings lifted their heads in terror.

The azure firmament, like a fragile mirror, was split open in the middle by an invisible force.

A colossal, indescribable black fissure slowly tore open in the New World's sky!

Within that fissure, there was no light, no sound, only the purest, heart‑pounding Deathly Silence.

A breath not belonging to this world, nor even to the Three Realms, seeped out from that fissure.

Sun Wukong's complexion turned exceedingly ugly at that moment.

His all‑out strike unexpectedly forged a Heavenly Dao fissure that linked to an unknown realm!

At that moment.

The voice that had been lurking in the shadows sounded again.

"Hehehe… Thanks, Great Sage, for opening the way for me!"

The figure of the Six-Eared Macaque slipped out from a wrinkle in space.

The pitch‑black ceramic jar in his hand emitted a bizarre aura that originated from the same fissure.

He raised the jar high, aimed it at the massive sky fissure, and a fanatical, deranged grin spread across his face.

"Come out, all of you!"

"My loyal… masters!"