Chapter 211: Heaven's Punishment Descends, All Beings Terrified!

The Six-Eared Macaque's sharp laughter still echoed in the void.

But right after that.

That black fissure that Sun Wukong had smashed open.

It began to expand wildly in all directions.

That was not an ordinary spatial shattering.

It was the Heavenly Dao's foundation wailing.

It was like a sack torn open with a huge hole.

Countless foul energies that had lain hidden in the depths of nothingness.

At this moment they poured desperately into the Three Realms.

The sky of the Three Realms.

Changed.

Whether it was the bustling royal city of the mortal realm,

or the remote deep mountains and ancient forests,

Mortals were originally living their ordinary lives.

Some were tilling the fields.

Some were hawking their wares.

But in this very second,

everyone felt a chill run down their necks.

They instinctively lifted their heads.

Then.

the hoe in their hands fell.

the steamed buns they had just bought dropped into the muddy water.

The formerly azure sky

now split into a huge, black scar.

That scar stretched across the entire firmament.

It was as if an invisible giant hand wanted to tear the heavens apart completely.

Inside the black fissure,

there was not a glimmer of light.

only chaos that made one want to vomit at a glance.

The eastern sea began to go mad.

Waves a hundred zhang high crashed one after another onto the shore.

The western mountain range trembled.

Those ancient trees that had lived for a thousand years were shaken directly into powder.

Mortals wailed and fell to their knees on the ground.

Some kowtowed desperately.

Some clutched their children and shrank despairingly into a corner.

This is no mere change of heaven.

This is damn it, the apocalypse has arrived.

Within Ling Shan's Da Lei Yin Si,

the Tathagata's lotus throne, which originally shone with golden light,

now was covered with gray cracks.

Those bodhisattvas and arhats, who usually spoke full of compassion,

were each frightened until their faces turned pale.

They felt their inner magic power draining away.

Because the Three Realms' laws that sustained them

had fallen into chaos.

Outside the South Heaven Gate of the Heavenly Court,

those Heavenly Soldiers who had once been mighty and imposing,

now could not even hold their spears steady.

The Jade Emperor stumbled out of the Hall of Divine Mist.

He gazed at the crack in the sky above.

His lips trembled severely.

This heaven,

has truly collapsed.

At the center of the void battlefield,

Hongjun's body shook violently.

The wound that Sun Wukong had smashed into him,

was madly spurting golden blood outward.

His complexion was no longer calm.

but rather a distortion born of utter fury.

He stared fixedly at Sun Wukong.

His gaze seemed to want to crush Sun Wukong's bones and scatter his ashes.

"Sun Wukong!"

"You damned beast!"

Hongjun's voice was no longer clear.

but was hoarse, rotting, and grating.

His voice echoed throughout every corner of the Three Realms.

"You shattered the balance."

"You destroyed order."

"You dare, for your own selfishness,"

"to touch this age-old forbidden taboo."

Hongjun raised his only remaining arm.

He pointed at that rift.

Then he pointed at the new world beneath Sun Wukong's feet.

"You make all beings of the Three Realms die with you."

"You are the greatest sinner of all heavens and myriad worlds."

Sun Wukong stood in the void.

He gasped heavily.

The hair on his body clung together, stained black-red with blood.

Yet the Golden Cudgel in his hand remained horizontal before his chest.

"Sinner?"

Sun Wukong gave a fierce grin.

He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground.

"I've long found this heaven displeasing to the eye."

"You call this order?"

"I see this as nothing but a pen of pigs you raise."

"I've smashed the pigpen."

"That was where they got their air."

Hongjun trembled with rage.

From his shattered armor suddenly poured countless streams of purple light.

Those streams of light shot into the black rift above.

Immediately after.

A muffled thunder came from within the rift.

It was a thunder unlike any before.

No light.

Only heaviness.

That was Heavenly Dao's final trump card.

Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder.

Each bolt,

represents the will of a universe's destruction.

The void around the rift began to liquefy.

turning into a viscous, dark-purple plasma.

"Under Heavenly Punishment."

"All things turn to dust."

Hongjun screamed wildly.

He poured all his will into that rift.

"Sun Wukong."

"Along with your ridiculous world."

"Let's die together!"

The first divine thunderbolt fell.

It was not fast.

It was even a bit slow.

But wherever it passed,

all existing concepts were erased.

Air,

light,

even time,

all vanished.

Yao stood behind Sun Wukong.

She felt that despair-inducing power.

Her Illusory Dream Great Dao.

Under the oppressive pressure of that divine thunder.

It actually began to melt like ice meeting a branding iron.

Her legs were going limp.

That fear coming from the depths of the soul.

Made her unable to move even a single finger.

The divine thunder hadn't arrived yet.

Her consciousness had already begun to disperse.

This is nothing that Living Beings can oppose.

This is the world self‑destructing.

Sun Wukong turned his head.

He gave Yao a glance.

There was no fear in his eyes.

Only a kind of reassuring arrogance.

"Don't be afraid."

He said it softly.

His voice was not loud.

Yet it was like a heavy hammer.

Cracking the fear in Yao's heart.

Sun Wukong turned back.

He planted the Golden Cudgel on the ground with a stomp.

"Equal Heaven!"

He let out a low growl.

The black gold Dao Seed inside him exploded completely.

A hazy, primal‑scented force.

Bursting from the area of his heart.

Immediately after,

The Void Dao Rhythm within him also surged up.

The two forces that should have conflicted.

Now forcibly merged under his will.

That was the highest secret taught by Bodhi.

Not seeking life.

Unafraid of death.

Only seeking the truth of this instant.

He transformed entirely into a massive black‑gold void shadow.

The shadow rose, supporting the heavens.

Shielding the whole new world beneath it.

"Boom!"

The first divine punishment thunder struck the black‑gold void shadow.

The shadow quivered violently.

Sun Wukong's back instantly erupted in a spray of blood.

But he did not retreat.

He held his ground firmly.

The void beneath his feet collapsed for a thousand li under his stamp.

"Come again!"

Sun Wukong roared at the heavens.

His voice carried a chilling ferocity.

Immediately after,

The second one.

The third one.

Countless purple‑black thunderstorms hammered down like a deluge.

Each one.

Could turn a Quasi‑Saint into ash on the spot.

Sun Wukong's body was almost devoid of flesh.

Golden bones flickered faintly within the lightning.

His consciousness began to blur.

His vision was filled with a blinding crimson.

Just as he felt he could no longer hold on.

In his sea of perception.

A soft light suddenly illuminated it.

It was a tiny, crystal‑clear seed.

That was the Bodhi Patriarch before his disappearance.

the thing he personally buried deep within his soul.

"Wukong."

The gentle old man's voice.

rose again in his mind.

Sun Wukong seemed to return to the spiritual platform of Fangcun Mountain.

He was chopping firewood on the back hill.

He was drinking water by the stream.

His Master was sitting under that pine tree.

Holding a cracked folding fan in his hand.

smiling warmly at him.

"Left by the Master."

"It's not some world‑destroying divine skill."

"It's the glimmer of light in your heart."

"It's the thought that, no matter how dark, must illuminate the road beneath your feet."

"That is the hope of all Living Beings."

"As long as you do not extinguish it."

"This day."

"It will not crush you."

Sun Wukong's eyes, which had already become somewhat scattered,

in that moment.

shrank suddenly to the size of a needle tip.

The seed in his heart.

bloomed.

It was not a domineering black‑gold hue.

Nor was it a void‑like gray.

But a most plain, most pure white light.

That white light followed his meridians.

flowed into his bones.

flowed into every drop of his blood.

The Equal Heaven Path, which had already collapsed,

under the nourishment of that white light,

unexpectedly began to reconstitute at an incredible speed.

It was not merely reassembly.

It was a qualitative transformation.

Sun Wukong jerked his head upward.

He looked up at the purple sea of thunder that could shatter Heaven and Earth.

He suddenly laughed.

Within that smile,

shone a confidence that made Hongjun feel his courage shatter.

"I get it now,"

Sun Wukong muttered to himself.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand

was, astonishingly, wrapped in that white light.

became completely transparent.

He no longer took hits passively.

He thrust the staff in his hand straight into the sky.

"Do you want to see the apocalypse?"

"Then I'll give you an apocalypse!"

This strike.

had no flamboyant afterimages.

only the purest single blow.

The white light clashed with the purple thunderstorm at the edge of the Path's fissure.

A sphere of light capable of blinding all Living Beings of the Three Realms.

burst open in the middle.

Sun Wukong's silhouette

was instantly engulfed by that endless radiance.

Yao, far away, cried out, wanting to rush forward.

But she was hurled tens of thousands of li by the explosion's shockwave.

Hongjun was also shaken and kept retreating.

His remaining half-body was almost collapsing.

He looked in terror at the center of the light ball.

"This is impossible!"

"What power is this?"

Just then.

A burst of wild, unrestrained laughter.

It came from that blinding light.

"Hahaha!"

"Hongjun!"

"Your Heaven."

"It really leaked!"

The laughter shattered all the Deathly Silence around.

It also shattered the gloom in the mortals' hearts.

Sun Wukong held the staff.

He stepped out of the sea of light, step by step.

His body was no longer broken.

but flowed with a crystalline radiance.

His cape flared wildly in the fierce wind.

Like a slash of lightning cutting through the night.

He looked at the rift above his head.

His eyes were full of ruthlessness.

"Six-Ears!"

"Aren't you going to summon your master?"

"Hurry them up!"

I, Old Sun, haven't had enough fighting!

Sun Wukong roared at the black shadow cowering in the darkness below.

The Six-Eared Macaque's originally smug face.

At this moment, it froze as if seeing a ghost.

He looked at the violently trembling pottery jar in his hand.

He also looked up at the monkey resembling a demon god in the sky.

His hand went limp.

The pottery jar fell straight into the void.

"Pa-cha!"

The pottery jar shattered.

A breath darker and colder than the rift's interior.

It emerged from the debris.

As soon as that aura appeared,

The surrounding stars instantly withered.

Sun Wukong not only did not retreat,

but instead shouldered the Golden Cudgel.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood at the edge of his lips.

Finally, something interesting has come.

He pointed at the mass of black aura.

He also pointed at Hongjun.

"You."

"Let's go together."

At this moment.

Sun Wukong's lone figure.

It outshone the light of all heavenly gods and buddhas.

He was like an insurmountable mountain.

Lying across the threshold of this apocalypse.

But just then,

In the black rift in the heavens,

a hand suddenly stretched out.

That was not a hand.

but a long claw covered in long hair, with nails black as hooks.

That long claw lightly flicked.

The Heavenly Dao rift, already on the verge of collapse,

was torn open to twice its size by it.

A suffocating evil pressure.

Made Sun Wukong's knees creak.

A low,

Like a voice from the hellish abyss.

It sounded from behind those long claws.

"It's this monkey."

"Kill that waste that this seat left in the lower realm?"

Sun Wukong's face twitched.

He felt it.

The power of this thing.

Stronger than the current Hongjun.

But he didn't speak.

He just gripped the Golden Cudgel tighter.

His heart beat fast.

Not because of fear.

But because of that fighting spirit that had been suppressed for too long.

It completely blew up the meter.

He raised his head and looked at that big hand.

In his gaze.

It was all frenzy like a madman.

"Come."

"Tell me."

"Which pit's turtle are you again?"