Chapter 215: Snatching Power, the Great Paths Devour One Another!

Sun Wukong hoists the pitch‑black "Variable Ball", grinning like a marauding bandit.

Hongjun's core Primordial Source trembles wildly, golden Debris swirling through the sky.

He tries to flee, but Sun Wukong's left hand has already clamped tightly on his life gate.

"Old man, this thing is a great tonic; you better take it properly."

Sun Wukong finishes, then lunges forward in a sudden stride.

He ignores the surrounding law Storms that could grind a Saint into mush.

He is like a black nail, forcefully driven into Hongjun's most secret core region.

There lies the Heavenly Dao's "heart".

All that meets the eye is a dense web of golden lines.

Each line is filled with the births, aging, illnesses, and deaths of Living Beings.

It resembles a colossal net that blankets the heavens.

The threads are tightly sewn, with not a hint of life.

Sun Wukong hisses, his face twisted with disgust.

"Such dead‑weight stuff should have rotted in the earth long ago."

Hongjun lets out a shrill roar behind him.

"Stop! You mad monkey! That is the foundation of the Three Realms!"

"Disturb it, and all things will be buried with it!"

Sun Wukong turns back with a cold sneer, the corner of his mouth pulling into a feral grin.

"Buried with it?"

"As long as Lao Sun is still here, who the hell dares to die?"

The Equal Heaven Path in his hand glows like a blazing hot iron.

Sizzle!

He pours the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm straight into that golden net.

It's like dumping a massive ladle of cold water into a hot oil pan.

The entire core space erupts in an explosion.

Sun Wukong's Dao Rhythm spreads like a greedy virus, racing madly along those lines.

Any golden line it touches becomes stained with a black‑gold light.

They struggle, they tremble, they try to resist.

But the Void Dao Seed within Sun Wukong is too overbearing.

It is a force that flattens all rules.

No matter how the Heavenly Dao Law twists, when it meets the Void, it must become obedient.

"Change it for me!"

Sun Wukong roars, thrusting both hands deep into the law.

He acts like a barbaric tailor, ripping away all the patterns that signify 'obedience'.

Then, with his own will, he forcefully stitches the characters 'Resist' onto them.

"Karma, huh?"

He yanks back with his other hand.

The preordained past‑and‑present lives snap instantly into tens of thousands of fragments.

"From now on, anyone who wants a good life must forge it with their own fists."

"Order, huh?"

He kicks a massive law crystal to pieces.

"From now on, this order is decided by Lao Sun; anyone who wishes to kneel has no right to live."

Hongjun feels his Línghún ripped into Debris.

The pain of having authority stripped away bit by bit is worse than a thousand cuts.

That is power accumulated over countless epochs.

Now it has become Sun Wukong's nourishment.

"You… you are stripping away my identity!"

Hongjun's voice shifts, laced with bone‑deep Fear Heart Demon.

He discovers his connection to the Three Realms fading.

He, who once could make Words Follow Law, now finds even speaking laborious.

Sun Wukong pays him no heed.

He now resembles a newly arrived nouveau‑rich.

He frantically stuffs the stripped law power into his own body.

These are energies pure to the extreme.

With each gulp, the new world behind Sun Wukong expands by ten thousand fathoms.

The mountains and rivers that were once somewhat illusory now become increasingly real.

Even the grass seeds in the soil, under this infusion, begin to grow wildly.

"Brother Monkey, hold steady! This side is collapsing!"

Yao, outside, sweats profusely with anxiety.

Her seven‑colored Illusory Dream Path has reached its ultimate.

She must use the Dream Realm to mend those realities about to collapse.

If Sun Wukong moves too fast, the old world will collapse and the new world hasn't yet taken shape.

Then the Three Realms will truly become a sea of chaos.

"Little sis, don't worry, I've got it figured out!"

Sun Wukong shouted without turning his head.

His hand movements didn't stop; they became even rougher.

He fixed his gaze on the thickest Law Pillar.

That is the Heavenly Dao's "Balance".

That is the so-called balancing of all things, letting all things return to nothingness as its foundation.

"Is this the head of that 'Fixed Number'?"

Sun Wukong gave a feral grin and opened his mouth wide.

He actually wanted to swallow whole the pillar symbolizing the Heavenly Dao's Balance!

"No! You'll burst!"

Hongjun went completely mad.

He rushed forward recklessly, even if it meant damaging his Primordial Source, just to stop this monkey.

"Get out of the way!"

Sun Wukong flung a beam of Void Light without looking back.

It directly blasted away the remaining half of Hongjun's Dharma Body.

Then he bit down on that golden pillar.

"Crack!"

The Law Pillar was chipped by his bite.

An unimaginable shockwave surged through his body.

Sun Wukong's skin split all over his body.

The fine golden-red blood that flowed out was instantly vaporized by the violent energy.

The flesh on his face trembled incessantly, looking like a demon crawled out of hell.

Yet he refused to let go.

With every bit of strength drained, Hongjun's face grew a little more transparent.

This guardian of the Three Realms, his power is now plummeting off a cliff.

He never imagined.

That he, this player, would one day be pressed onto a chopping board and eaten piece by piece by the pieces.

"Hongjun, how does it taste?"

Sun Wukong spoke indistinctly, his mouth full of golden fragments.

"When you used to set the rules, did you ever imagine there'd be a day when you yourself would have the rules changed?"

"Under heaven, it's not that anyone is born to be the banker."

The nine Dao Seeds inside Sun Wukong were spinning like a mad top.

They were laughing wildly.

They were yearning.

The authority that originally belonged to Hongjun is now being branded with the character "Sun".

This is a replacement at the level of life.

Sun Wukong is transforming from a challenger into a new, more terrifying lawmaker.

But this lawmaker of his establishes "no law".

It is absolute freedom.

Hongjun watched all this, and finally a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.

That was the despair of a cornered beast still fighting.

"You want to become the new Heaven?"

Hongjun screamed miserably as a purplish-red flame suddenly erupted from deep within his core.

"Then follow the old Heaven and be buried together in this void!"

He had decided.

Since he couldn't defend it, he would destroy it.

The eternally evergreen Hongjun would rather not have the Three Realms.

And also burn to ash that monkey that dares to defecate on his head!

The purplish-red flame instantly spread along the golden lines of law.

That was the Heavenly Dao's final swan song.

Heavenly Fire!

This flame does not burn the flesh, it specifically burns the Great Dao.

Sun Wukong was gulping it down with gusto when suddenly he felt as if he had swallowed a star.

That scorching heat instantly caused his consciousness to blank out for a second.

"You're playing with your life, huh?"

Sun Wukong forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit, his eyes turning blood-red.

"Playing with your life against Old Monkey Sun? You're still too tender!"

He withdrew all of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm back into his body.

Then he transformed into a thin layer of ash‑gray light.

Void!

He will use the power of Void to forcibly snuff out this fire that burns Heaven.

The entire core space was completely filled with violet‑red and black‑gold hues.

Yao could only see two balls of light constantly colliding on the outer rim.

Every second, billions of law‑dust particles vanished.

At that moment.

At the center of that violet‑red flame.

A figure that should have disappeared suddenly let out a mischievous laugh.

The laugh carried a hint of madness.

"Master, look."

"They're about to kill each other."

"Intervening now, isn't that just right?"

It's Six-Eared Macaque!

He doesn't know when, but somehow touched the edge of the core space.

He held the shattered earthen jar in his hands.

Inside the jar, a thick smoke darker than this void was silently seeping inward.

Sun Wukong and Hongjun were both in the most critical mutual devouring.

No one noticed.

The loser they regarded as an ant was drawing the curtain of death.

"Die…"

The Six-Eared Macaque's face, illuminated by the black smoke, became grotesquely twisted.

"Everyone, die."

"This Three Realms, in the end, are mine, old Six!"

The black smoke surged forward, slamming straight into Sun Wukong's exposed back.

That was the only spot on Sun Wukong's body without any protection.

It was also the core of his power circulation.

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Sun Wukong, who had been in the upper hand, suddenly stiffened.

A mouthful of dark red blood streamed down his mouth corner.

His raging aura, at this moment, paused for an instant.

Hongjun seized the opportunity.

The violet‑red flame instantly engulfed Sun Wukong whole.

"Brother Monkey!"

Yao let out a scream and rushed forward recklessly.

But before she could get close,

A massive hand covered in black hair suddenly emerged from the void.

It clamped tightly around her throat.

The Six-Eared Macaque's figure materialized within that black smoke.

He looked toward the direction where Sun Wukong was swallowed by flame, laughing like a madman.

"Did you see clearly?"

"Your Brother Monkey is finished."

His fingers tightened abruptly.

Yao's complexion turned deathly pale in an instant.

And right within the depths of that flame capable of burning a Saint,

a stick broken in two suddenly fell helplessly.