Chapter 218: New Lord of the Heavenly Dao, The Final Variable!

Hongjun's dharma body was completely nailed dead in the void.

That Primordial Source Pearl, which contained the Heavenly Dao's billions of years of accumulation, was swallowed whole by Sun Wukong.

But it wasn't over yet.

That old fellow's soul had fled and his spirit scattered, yet his energy, half self‑detonated,

still clanged like a pot of boiling oil, sizzling in this Chaos Realm.

If no one controls this thing, even with its power halved,

it would still be enough to blast the Three Realms together with Sun Wukong's new world back into the primordial Chaos dust.

"Damn."

Sun Wukong spat out a mouthful of saliva streaked with black‑gold Bloodshot.

"Even in death, you're no relief."

He could feel the old Heavenly Dao Law framework collapsing entirely.

It was like a house stripped of all Load‑bearing Walls, ready to collapse at any moment and bury everything inside alive.

Destroying all of this is easy.

A swing of the Golden Cudgel would send this mess straight back to void.

But what then?

Without the Heavenly Dao Law, even a broken one, the entire Chaos Realm would become a pot of unordered mush.

Energy would rage, space would warp.

All worlds would be like kites that lost their strings, colliding with each other and finally perishing together.

Master exhausted all schemes, not to have him overturn this table and starve everyone together.

but to make him the new chef.

"I have no interest in opening Heaven again."

Sun Wukong curled his lip, and the madness in his eyes slowly settled.

He watched those collapsing law chains, flashing with violet light,

and an extremely bold, even reckless, thought formed in his mind.

Hongjun's Heavenly Dao stresses a 'Stability' principle.

All things must obey rules; everything has destiny.

But my old Sun's Equal Heaven Path stresses exactly 'Change'!

"My fate, I decide myself!"

Since that's the case...

"Then don't blame me for being blunt!"

Sun Wukong roared, and he neither patched those cracks nor soothed the raging energy.

He opened his own embrace.

Within him, the Equal Heaven Path, that black‑gold Dao Rhythm full of Unyielding resistance,

rushed like a floodgate opening, hammering toward the wreckage of the old Heavenly Dao!

He does not intend to destroy.

He aims to usurp the body!

He wants to make Hongjun's cold, rigid 'Order' completely imbued with Sun Wukong's Irrational 'Variable'!

"Give me... merge!"

Boom!

The black‑gold torrent collided with the violet afterglow.

This is not fusion; it is invasion!

It is annexation!

Every inch of Hongjun's law was forcibly enveloped by Sun Wukong's Dao Rhythm, then torn apart and reassembled.

Those runes that originally signified 'Obedience' and 'Destiny' were twisted into 'Resistance' and 'Freedom'.

Those order pillars that maintain 'Balance' were, by Sun Wukong's will, like breaking a sugarcane,

Snap! they were snapped cleanly, then folded into his own Path.

"Ah—"

Yao stared dumbfounded from afar.

She could feel the roots of this world being forcibly grafted by Sun Wukong.

The old rules wailed.

The new order cackled.

The entire Chaos void trembled violently.

This was scarier than Hongjun's self‑detonation moments ago.

Because that was merely destruction.

Now what Sun Wukong is doing is re‑infusing a dead god with a completely different soul!

Gradually.

That suffocating pressure vanished.

In its place came an unprecedented Vitality.

An infinite possibility where all things can grow freely.

Heaven is no longer that aloof, cold, ruthless overseer.

It seemed…… to have come back to life.

It had joy and anger, it had a pulse.

Yao looked at the figure hovering at the center of Chaos Realm, its whole body entwined with black gold and purple light.

She knew that an era had completely ended.

The era belonging to Hong-jun, the so-called Fixed Number, was smashed to pieces by this monkey with a single stick.

"Hou ge……"

Yao murmured to herself.

You have become this Heaven……

You are the new Lord of Heavenly Dao!

Just as his words fell.

Sun Wukong's aura suddenly retracted.

All fury and chaos returned to calm at this moment.

He slowly opened his eyes.

In those Fiery Golden Eyes, there was no longer only violence and slaughter.

It gained a profound depth.

A serenity that seemed able to see through eternity and comprehend everything.

It was done.

At this moment, Sun Wukong felt himself connected to the entire Chaos Realm.

He no longer needed to see with his eyes or hear with his heart.

He could clearly 'feel'.

He felt that in a distant star field, a newborn star was igniting.

He felt that in an unknown small world, a mortal was praying to a statue for good fortune.

He felt that within the Three Realms, the monkeys of Mount Huaguo were cheering for his victory.

The breath of every world.

The rhythm of every living being.

All were as clear as his own heartbeat.

This is an authority that cannot be described in words.

A true Equal Heaven……

Just then.

A familiar yet distant voice sounded in the deepest part of his soul.

In that voice were relief, comfort, and supreme praise.

"Wukong."

It was Master.

You did it.

You have walked your own path, surpassing this Heaven, and even surpassing Master!

Sun Wukong's eye sockets felt slightly hot at this moment.

He knew.

Master's final wisp of primordial source did not disappear.

But at the crucial moment, it chose to completely merge into his Dao.

He turned himself into that last straw, helping him crush the old order and becoming the first cornerstone of the new order.

Master…… never thought of coming back.

From the beginning, he intended to stake this future, all this hope, on this disciple of his.

Sun Wukong was not overjoyed.

Nor did he burst into laughter.

He simply stood there quietly, feeling this weighty trust and this hard-won freedom.

He fulfilled Master's last wish.

He also realized his own Equal Heaven.

From now on, the Three Realms and Chaos Realm no longer have any damn Fixed Number.

The only rule is that all things can achieve Equal Heaven!

However.

This peace lasted less than three breaths.

Sun Wukong's divine sense, which had just connected with the entire Chaos Realm, suddenly trembled.

His perception, comparable to Heavenly Dao, instantly caught an extremely harsh, extremely filthy 'noise'.

It felt like someone had smeared a filthy mud streak across a perfect, flawless scroll.

His gaze.

Instantly piercing endless space.

Firmly locked onto a corner within the Three Realms that had been almost destroyed by the battle's aftermath.

There.

The Six-Eared Macaque lay prone on the ground.

No.

It can no longer be called a Six-Eared Macaque.

His body was like an inflated balloon, swollen to more than ten times its size.

Countless slimy red hairs burst from his torn skin, writhing like poisonous snakes.

His head was gone.

In its place was a huge eyeball, covered in red hair, exactly like the one in the earlier rift!

The red hair he had pressed into his brow had completely merged with him.

He was no longer himself.

He had become a coordinate.

An altar.

A… door!

The giant red-haired eyeball slowly turned, lining up exactly with Sun Wukong's trans-temporal gaze.

"Hehehe…"

A disgusting laugh, mixed of the Six-Ears and that unknown entity, rang directly in Sun Wukong's mind.

"Sun Wukong…"

"Thank you for shattering this prison."

"Now…"

"In this new world, it's time for a new master!"

The words had not yet faded.

Centering on the Six-Eared Macaque,

A stench, a hundred times richer than what had been felt in the rift, erupted!

Blackish-red corruptive energy, like a breached plague river, began madly eroding Sun Wukong's newly rebuilt Heavenly Dao Law!

Sun Wukong's complexion instantly shifted from calm to bone-chilling cold.

He had just finished cleaning this room.

Then a damned bedbug dug a hole straight to the cesspit on his floor!

Sun Wukong's voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed throughout the Three Realms.

"You beast…"

"You've become someone else's door?"