Chapter 227: Master's Dao, Named Annihilation!

Facing Sun Wukong's question, burning with towering fighting spirit.

Ji, fell silent.

On his blurry face, for the first time, a complex emotion surfaced.

That seemed to be……

Pity?

He looked at Sun Wukong, as if looking at a stubborn child who would soon walk toward a destined tragedy.

"Do you really want to know?"

Ji's voice, for the first time, had a ripple.

"Are you sure that, after knowing everything, the staff in your hand can still be swung as firmly as now?"

Sun Wukong gave a fierce laugh.

"Cut the nonsense!"

"In heaven and earth, there's nothing that can make Old Monkey's staff go soft!"

"Speak!"

With a violent shout, the will of the Way of the Equal Heaven turned into a substantive sound wave, fiercely striking the domain of this 'Blank'.

However, this time, even the Dao he prided himself on appeared somewhat stern outside but weak within.

Because the Dao Seed within him, that resonance, had gone from a faint throb to clear, uncontrollable tremors.

Ji, seemed to sigh.

"Never mind."

"Since you insist on seeing that desperate truth, I will grant it to you."

He slowly raised his hand.

There was no earth-shaking mana, nor world-destroying supernatural power.

His fingertip merely touched lightly in the 'Blank' before him.

"Hum——"

That absolute 'Nothing' began to ripple.

Immediately after, an image slowly emerged.

It was a void deeper and more ancient than the 'Blank' before Sun Wukong's eyes.

At the center of that void, two figures sat cross-legged.

One of those figures was intimately familiar to Sun Wukong!

With an immortal's aura and bone structure, a serene face, wearing a simple Daoist robe.

Exactly his master, Bodhi Patriarch!

And the other figure……

Was exactly the same as Bodhi Patriarch!

The only difference was that this figure was pitch-black all over, like the deepest night condensed into form.

His face showed no expression.

His eyes held no spark.

Only a pure, light-devouring……

Deathly Silence.

In the image.

Bodhi Patriarch slowly opened his eyes, his face bearing a hint of pity and helplessness.

"Elder brother."

He spoke softly.

"You, still want to walk that path?"

That pitch-black 'Bodhi' said nothing.

He merely slowly rose, extended his hand, as if wanting to touch the world beyond this void.

"This Chaos is too noisy."

His voice was the same as 'Ji's' voice.

Ice-cold, without a trace of emotion.

"Those so-called living beings, so-called variables, are merely an endless, meaningless clamor."

"They come from the void, struggle, suffer, laugh, grieve……"

"Then they will return to the void."

"What meaning does this process have?"

Bod…

"So," Bodhi Patriarch looked at him, his voice somewhat heavy, "you want to end all this with your own hands?"

The pitch-black 'Bodhi' nodded.

"I am not an end."

"I let them…… return."

"Return to where they came from, gain eternal peace."

"This, is the greatest compassion for them."

"This, is the true essence of the 'Void'."

"——Annihilation."

The scene comes to an abrupt halt.

Sun Wukong has become completely stunned.

His mind is a blank.

Brother?

That black Bodhi, is it Master's elder brother?

They… are… split from the same person?!

And that black Bodhi, his Dao is… the End?!

At this moment, the Void Seed inside Sun Wukong boiled completely!

They no longer resonate, but cheer! They roar!

As if celebrating the King's return!

"Now, do you understand?"

Ji's voice drifted in, as if nailing the final coffin nail onto Sun Wukong's Dao Heart.

"Your senior master and my master were one and the same."

"They were both born before Chaos, the original 'Void' demon gods."

"Only in dealing with 'existence' did they diverge."

"Your senior master chose to enter the world; he wanted to find the meaning of transcendence in the 'being' world,

so he incarnated as Bodhi and created the 'Variable'."

"And my master chose to leave the world; he believes all 'being' is the root of suffering,

and only returning to absolute 'nothingness' is the final liberation, so he incarnated as 'the End', wielding Silent Extinction."

"And you, Great Sage Equal to Heaven…"

Ji's gaze locked onto Sun Wukong.

"You are not the greatest Variable."

"You are merely a tool your senior master uses to oppose my master."

"A tool… destined to fail."

"Because no Variable can escape the fate of the End."

"Just as no stream can refuse the ocean's embrace."

"Your senior master failed; he was suppressed by Hongjun, and in the end could only become myriad Dao, barely clinging to life."

"And now…"

Ji's voice carried a verdict‑like ultimate meaning.

"It's your turn."

"Give up, Sun Wukong."

"Your resistance, your Unyielding, everything you have done, from the start, was a gamble with no chance of winning."

"Now, the Gamble is over."

"Return to where you belong."

"Return… to the embrace of the End."

Ji's voice seemed to bear a magical power.

Sun Wukong only felt the power inside his body rushing away.

The indomitable will that had carried him this far was being gradually eroded by the "sense of recognition" emanating from the Void Seed's Primordial Source.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand became unbearably heavy.

The ten‑thousand‑jin force that once could stir the Three Realms now struggled even to lift.

Master's Dao is named the End…

I, old Sun… am just a tool…

This farce… should end…

Thoughts popped out of his mind uncontrollably, one after another.

His eyes began to grow vacant.

The rebellious flame that had burned for countless years was slowly extinguishing at a visible speed.

Yao watched Sun Wukong, frantic, nearly to the point of tears.

"Wukong! Don't listen to him!"

"It's not true! You're not a tool!"

"Wake up!"

She tried to awaken Sun Wukong with her Illusory Dream Dao.

But her Dream Realm, whenever it approached Sun Wukong, was silently "devoured" by the "End" aura radiating from the Void Seed.

Everything seemed already decided.

Just as Sun Wukong was about to completely abandon resistance, letting his Dao Heart be fully assimilated by the "End" power,

"Buzz—"

A faint yet crystal‑clear hum came from the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

This iron rod, which had accompanied him from the East Sea Dragon Palace, fought its way to the core of the Heavenly Dao, shattering countless gods and piercing the Heavenly Dao's cage,

Now, in its own way, it expressed its…

Unyielding!