Chapter 214: Hongjun's Primordial Source, the Lament of the Heavenly Dao!

The purple‑black blood gushing from the fissure fell like a filthy rain upon this void of Deathly Silence.

That mournful Cànjiào had not yet fully faded.

Lying in the distance, the rotting body of Hongjun watched with his own eyes as the reinforcements he summoned had their claws shattered by that monkey's single strike.

Despair.

Utter, total despair.

He knew his rhythm was completely thrown into chaos.

The force of Heavenly Dao's backlash, like countless red‑hot steel needles, raved madly into the depths of his Primordial Source.

Every minute and every second, he endured an unspeakable agony.

This is the opening Sun Wukong has been waiting for!

"Old thing, it's your turn!"

Sun Wukong's voice sounded as if it came from Nine Nether Hell, bearing icy murderous intent.

He paused not a moment, and his figure vanished on the spot.

In the next instant, he was already above Hongjun's head.

The gray Golden Cudgel in his hand had swollen to the size of a pillar that props up Heaven,

its surface entwined with black‑gold lightning, the fury of the Equal Heaven Dao!

"Give me, old Sun… Shatter!"

This strike bore no ornate law techniques.

All it had was power in its purest extreme!

It was Sun Wukong pouring everything of his—his master's dying wish, his fury toward this damn Heavenly Dao—into the most primal, most savage blow!

Hongjun lifted his head, and on that eternally unchanged, indifferent face, for the first time, a look of horrified desperation appeared.

He tried to dodge.

But the force of Heavenly Dao's backlash held him fast.

He tried to block.

But the Order Temple he boasted of was being wildly devoured by Sun Wukong's new world.

He had nowhere to retreat!

"Boom—!"

The Golden Cudgel, bearing ten‑thousand‑jin thunder, struck mercilessly upon Hongjun's body.

There was no earth‑shaking explosion.

Only a deafening, ultimate cracking sound.

Hongjun's body, fused with the Heavenly Dao for countless eras, was like porcelain struck by a hammer.

It burst violently!

"Swish—"

Endless Heavenly Dao runes and law Debris, like countless golden butterflies, flared outward in all directions.

On each piece of Debris swirled the Universe's most primal secrets.

Those are the foundation of the Three Realms' order!

"Um…"

In the void, Hongjun's painful groan resonated.

At his shattered Primordial Source core, a vague face struggled to coalesce.

That face no longer bore the lofty indifference.

In its place were struggle, pain, and disbelief!

Yao, far away, was completely stunned.

Her little mouth opened slightly, barely enough to fit an egg.

The supreme Hóngjūn Dàozǔ.

The "Heaven" above the heads of all Living Beings in the Three Realms.

Yet… yet Sun Wukong's single strike wounded its Primordial Source!

What a wildly insane scene!

Sun Wukong hovered at the storm's core of law Debris, his golden pupils showing no mercy.

Instead, a fiercer flame ignited!

He knew he must never give Hongjun any breathing room.

This ancient monster, having lived through countless Yuan Assemblies, would find a reversal method if given even a second.

Those scattered Heavenly Dao Debris are supreme treasures to any cultivator.

Obtain a single piece, and one can comprehend a path to the heavens.

But Sun Wukong didn't even glance at them.

His goal, from start to finish, was only one!

He flew like a released arrow, ignoring all Debris temptations, and plunged straight at Hongjun's struggling core Primordial Source!

There, the foundation of the Heavenly Dao lies!

Destroy that, and this prison that has held countless Living Beings for ages will collapse completely!

At the moment Sun Wukong's murderous intent peaked,

deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the gentle yet firm voice of his master, Bodhi Patriarch, echoed again.

"Wukong."

"Hongjun's Heavenly Dao is not to overthrow."

"It is to transcend!"

That voice, like a clear spring, instantly doused the brutal urge to destroy everything in Sun Wukong's heart.

His raised Golden Cudgel, just three inches from Hongjun's Primordial Source, abruptly halted.

Transcend?

It seemed as if thunder cracked in Sun Wukong's mind.

He instantly understood the Master's deep meaning.

The Master self‑disintegrates, transforming into myriad Dao, not to return the Three Realms to Chaos Realm.

It is to inject new Vitality into this Deathly Silence, the Heavenly Dao defined by Hongjun!

Indeed!

Hongjun's Heavenly Dao is a Fixed Number.

It is a pool of Dead Water, where every fish's swimming path has been pre‑planned.

But the Master and I represent the variable!

We must hurl a massive stone into that Dead Water, stirring up towering waves!

Destruction cannot bring rebirth.

Only by setting this Dead Water flowing again can all things truly attain Freedom!

"Hahaha…"

Sun Wukong suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"Master, Master, you old man, you really gave your disciple a great dilemma!"

His laughter was filled with endless arrogance and relief.

"Hongjun old man!"

Sun Wukong's gaze fell again upon that still‑shaken Primordial Source core.

"You didn't expect, did you?"

"I, Old Sun, won't kill you."

Hongjun's core quivered violently, clearly not understanding what madness this monkey was up to.

"But!"

Sun Wukong's tone abruptly shifted, becoming mocking and cruel.

"Death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot escape!"

"Don't you like to toy with Fixed Number? Don't you like being a chess player?"

"Today, I, Old Sun, will let you taste the feeling of being governed by the variable!"

The words just fell.

Sun Wukong moved!

He no longer swung the Golden Cudgel to strike, but extended his left hand.

On his palm, black‑gold Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm whirled wildly.

He did not grasp Hongjun's Primordial Source.

Instead, he clenched tightly around the scattered Heavenly Dao Debris nearby!

"Bzz—!"

An invisible suction burst forth.

Those originally pristine golden law Debris, representing absolute order, seemed drawn by some lethal attraction.

They uncontrollably reversed direction, surging madly toward Sun Wukong's palm.

Hongjun, seeing this, was greatly shocked.

"You reckless monkey! How dare you touch the Heavenly Dao Primordial Source!"

He desperately tried to recall those Debris, which are the foundation of his power.

But he soon discovered something even more terrifying.

Those Debris, as they approached Sun Wukong's palm, began to be 'polluted'!

The originally pure golden runes began to be entwined with strands of black‑gold electric light.

That is Sun Wukong's power of the variable, representing Unyielding, resistance, and infinite possibilities!

"No! No!"

Hongjun let out a terrified roar.

He felt like a germaphobe, watching helplessly as someone splashed a whole bucket of ink onto his beloved white shirt!

And that ink was laced with deadly poison!

"This is only the beginning!"

Sun Wukong sneered.

He seized a handful of polluted Debris and, like kneading mud balls, frantically mashed them in his palm.

The once sacred law Debris, under his crushing, turned into a pitch‑black, sizzling, electric‑glowing ugly sphere.

Within the sphere lay chaotic, contradictory, yet oddly vibrant Vitality.

"Come, open your mouth."

Sun Wukong, carrying this variable sphere, stepped toward Hongjun's Primordial Source core.

A devilish Smile hung on his face.

"I, Old Sun, personally made this 'pill' for you."

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