Chapter 216: Heavenly Dao Self‑Detonation, Fish Die, Nets Shatter!

Liu Er Mi Hou's twisted face was full of madness.

He was choking Yao's neck.

His fingers tightened inch by inch.

"Monkey brother."

"You go ahead and jump again."

"Your broken stick is already broken."

"What are you using to fight me?"

Sun Wukong was half‑kneeling in the void.

The Golden Cudgel that had accompanied him for countless years.

At this moment it snapped into two pieces.

A hazy void force spewed chaotically from the break.

That was damage to his Great Dao.

It was also a tearing of his Divine Soul.

"Six-Ears."

Sun Wukong's voice was hoarse.

Blood from his mouth dripped down his chin onto the ground.

Each drop was heavy enough to crush space.

"You still have that virtue."

"All you do is hide behind a jar and act like a dog."

Liu Er Mi Hou was hit at a sore spot.

A flash of ferocity flickered in his eyes.

"So what if I'm a dog?"

"As long as I'm alive and you are dead, I will truly be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

"The master promised me."

"If the Three Realms shatter, he'll reshape one for me to be the master!"

Just as Liu Er burst into maniacal laughter.

Hongjun, who had been silent over there, suddenly let out a scream that was horrifically tragic.

That cry wasn't solely pain.

It was more a despair that felt like overturning a table.

"Since you all want this Heaven."

"Since you insist on tearing down this Prison."

Hongjun's face, which had been blurry.

Now it began to crack.

Purple light seeped out from those cracks.

Each ray carried an apocalyptic aura.

That was the Primordial Source of the Heavenly Dao burning.

"Then don't want any of it!"

Hongjun's voice sounded as if billions were wailing at once.

"In my whole life, I have upheld the rules."

"Since the rules are gone."

"Then let this Universe return to Deathly Silence!"

Sun Wukong's pupils contracted.

He felt an unprecedented pressure squeezing in from all directions.

This wasn't a fight.

This was destruction.

Hongjun's core Primordial Source was expanding rapidly.

Those originally golden law lines.

Now they had all turned blood‑red.

They were going mad.

They were devouring each other.

The entire Chaos Realm resembled a crumpled rag.

Sounds of space collapsing echoed everywhere.

Crack!

Crack!

In the distant void fissure.

Countless abandoned stars, the moment they touched this wave,

were instantly turned to dust.

Yao struggled over there.

She felt this mutually annihilating madness.

Her Illusory Dream Great Dao stood before the power of the Heavenly Dao's self‑detonation.

It's like a block of ice under the scorching sun.

It's melting rapidly.

"Monkey Brother!"

"Don't meddle with me!"

"Run quickly!"

Yao's voice carried a sobbing tone.

She knew that if this thing really exploded—

no one could survive.

Even Sun Wukong's new world.

would be completely erased by this shockwave.

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Sun Wukong's mind.

It was Master.

The voice of the Bodhi Patriarch.

carrying an unusual urgency.

"Wukong!"

"Stop right now!"

"This is the total annihilation of the Heavenly Dao's core."

"That is Hongjun's accumulation of countless eons of resentment and laws."

"Once it detonates, the surrounding billions of li will turn into void."

"Your new world has just taken shape and cannot withstand this impact."

"Take your world and run!"

Sun Wukong clenched his teeth.

He stared at the violet‑red sphere that had expanded to its limit.

Run?

Where could he run to now?

The Three Realms were right behind him.

There lay the Mount Huaguo he had newly forged.

and the Freedom he had hard‑won back.

If he runs away—

this last spark would truly be extinguished.

"Master."

Sun Wukong let out a low growl in his heart.

"This old Sun of mine, in this lifetime—"

"spent five hundred years lying under Wǔxíng Shān."

"pretended to be a grandson for fourteen years on the road to Western Heaven."

"Today."

"I don't want to run anymore."

He stood up.

Even though his body was still trembling.

Even though the black hole in his chest still spewed foul black smoke.

Yet he stood firmly.

"Hongjun!"

Sun Wukong roared at the raging sphere of light.

"Do you want to gamble with your life?"

"This old Sun's life should have been lost five hundred years ago!"

The black‑gold Dao Rhythm within him erupted with a thunderous blast.

Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

"What does 'Equal Heaven' mean?"

It's not about being level with the scales of Heaven.

It's to make Heaven act according to my face!

Sun Wukong's two hands flung open violently.

Those scattered forces of void.

seemed to receive some kind of summons.

converging crazily into his palms.

His broken Golden Cudgel.

The two broken halves suddenly flew back into his hands.

"Void as bone."

"Equal Heaven as skin."

"Seal it for old Sun...!"

Sun Wukong, heedless, rushed toward the core of Hongjun's self‑detonation.

He wants to use his own body.

Use his own Dao.

Forcefully press this explosion back.

Six-Eared Macaque stared dumbfounded.

He released his grip on Yao's hand.

Step by step, he retreated.

"Madman!"

"You are a complete madman!"

"You're courting death!"

Six-Ears turned his head.

He wants to escape this death zone.

The black earthen jar in his hand shook violently.

The black smoke inside seemed to try to swallow him.

"Where do you want to go?"

Sun Wukong's cold, icy voice exploded in the void.

A clone.

It appeared silently behind Six-Ears.

Although that clone had no staff in its hand.

Its fists were filled with a destructive aura.

"Want to leave?"

"First ask whether Old Sun's fist agrees!"

Boom!

The clone's heavy punch slammed hard onto Six-Ears' spine.

Six-Ears let out a Cànjiào.

He was blasted into the edge of that about-to-explode violet light.

"Since you like that master so much."

"Then go with Hongjun and be buried with the Three Realms!"

Sun Wukong's true form has already adhered to Hongjun's Primordial Source.

That temperature.

Made his whole monkey hair instantly curl and then carbonize.

His skin and flesh peeled away.

Revealing golden bones inside.

Every bone was etched with mysterious Void runes.

That was when he reshaped his flesh.

He carved his Master's Dao into his very bones.

"Sun Wukong!"

Hongjun's frantic voice came from within the light sphere.

"You can't block it!"

"This is Heaven's decree!"

"Fixed Number means destruction!"

Sun Wukong sneered.

His two hands dug hard into that violet light.

"Heaven's decree?"

"That's just the self‑comfort of you old bones."

"Old Sun is the Heaven's decree!"

The Void Dao Seed inside him accelerated to an unimaginable speed.

He was wildly absorbing.

He forced that self‑detonating energy into the new world inside his body.

It is a gamble.

If the transfer is slow,

he will be blown to pieces.

If the transfer is fast,

the new world will be burst open.

Sun Wukong can feel it.

His own meridians were tearing inch by inch.

That excruciating pain.

As if billions of ants were gnawing at his Línghún.

"Brother Monkey!"

Yao rushed forward recklessly.

She knew what Sun Wukong was doing.

He is trading his life for the Three Realms.

Don't come over!

Sun Wukong turned his head and let out a loud roar.

His eyes had turned dark red from blood congestion.

Take good care of our new home!

This old thing wants to destroy it—no way!

At the moment the explosion reached its critical point.

The fluctuation that should have destroyed heaven and earth.

It suddenly paused for a moment.

In the deepest part of that ball of light.

Sun Wukong suddenly noticed something amiss.

Within that despairing aura that originally belonged to Hongjun.

It was actually mixed with a trace of extremely weak power that did not belong to the Heavenly Dao.

That was the fuse left behind by that earlier black jar.

Sun Wukong understood instantly.

This is not at all Hongjun's intention to self-destruct.

It is the 'master' behind that jar.

He is forcing Hongjun to self-destruct!

He is using Hongjun as explosives.

He wants to wipe out Sun Wukong and these Three Realms.

Clean them out in one go.

You want my life, old monkey?

Your black hand is stretched too far!

Sun Wukong's inner power at this moment.

Actually, a strange sublimation appeared.

That came from deep within his soul.

The last move left by his master.

Originally, after the nine Dao Seeds merged.

At the position of his heart.

There has always been an extremely tiny point of light.

That point of light usually makes no sound.

But in this desperate situation.

It suddenly erupted with an aura that surpassed all.

That is not destruction.

Nor is it creation.

That is a light called 'Transcendence'.

Sun Wukong felt his consciousness rising.

He is no longer a monkey struggling in this Chaos.

He saw a higher place.

He saw that pair of big hands behind the crack, manipulating fate.

Turns out it's you messing around.

Sun Wukong gave a cold snort.

His originally broken Golden Cudgel.

At this moment.

It miraculously joined together.

Not a repair.

But rather, a new section grew, its shaft purely made of that light.

Want to explode?

Hold it back for me!

Sun Wukong swung up that Golden Cudgel now flowing with brilliant light.

Facing the core of that ball of light about to explode.

He thrust it hard!

This strike.

Like thrusting into a deflated rubber ball.

The originally purple-red ball of light, swollen to its limit.

It actually emitted a hissing leak sound.

Hongjun let out an incredulous wail.

This... what power is this?

This is not nothingness!

This is not a variable!

"What is this?"

Sun Wukong's eyes were cold and piercing.

He stepped with one foot on Hongjun's fading afterimage.

This is me, Old Sun.

A path I realized by myself.

It's called Equal Heaven.

The light ball shrank faster and faster.

The destructive energies that had been forced out.

Not only did they not scatter,

Instead, they followed the Golden Cudgel.

They became nourishment for Sun Wukong's new world.

The Six-Eared Macaque in the distance went crazy.

He sat slumped in the void.

The black jar in his hand.

Crack!

It shattered completely into rubble.

The black smoke inside the jar let out a piercing shriek.

It seemed to be the person behind him.

He too was injured by Sun Wukong's blow.

He suffered serious injuries.

It's not over yet.

Sun Wukong turned his head.

His gaze fell upon the rift in the heavenly canopy that was slowly closing.

He knew.

Hongjun was merely a gatekeeper.

The true mastermind.

Still watching from the other side of the rift.

He held the Golden Cudgel.

He walked step by step toward the terrified Six-Ears.

You just said:

You wanted to give the Three Realms to your new master?

Sun Wukong wore a smile that made one's bones chill.

Now.

Your master seems to no longer want you.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand traced a blinding arc in the void.

The Six-Ears wanted to beg for mercy.

But he couldn't utter a word.

Sun Wukong's killing intent.

It had sealed off all his escape routes.

Just as Sun Wukong was about to thoroughly clean house.

In that rift that was about to disappear.

Suddenly, a deep, muffled bell rang out.

Dong——!

As soon as the bell rang,

Sun Wukong's body suddenly froze.

He felt an extremely ancient and evil aura.

It was emanating from deep within the rift.

It was rapidly crawling outward.

That aura.

It actually made his internal Equal Heaven Path

feel a suppression in his bloodline.

Hehehe...

The Six-Eared Macaque suddenly crawled up from the ground.

His face was covered in blood.

He laughed like a vengeful ghost returned from death.

Monkey brother.

The real boss.

He's out.

Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly.

He felt.

The air of the Three Realms.

Suddenly it became extremely viscous.

Even.

Carrying a fresh whiff of blood.

In that crack.

An eyeball covered in red hair.

It slowly opened.