Chapter 233: Father God

The indescribable vague silhouette, amid the frenzied kneeling worship, began to solidify.

Chaos Realm halted its flow at this moment.

The concepts of time and space seemed to be brutally erased from the scroll by an invisible giant hand.

An indescribable pressure, like billions of Mount Sumeru crashing simultaneously, instantly enveloped this void.

This oppression was not an energy blast, but an absolute sovereign might emanating from the source of "existence".

It told everything within this Chaos Realm that it alone is the beginning and end of all things.

Yao let out a low hum.

Her Illusory Dream Path, capable of overturning the universe, was as fragile as the first morning mist before this oppression.

She could not even maintain her own form.

The Primordial Source of the Way was completely suppressed; her legs went limp, she knelt uncontrollably, and even lifting her head became a luxury.

Her bones creaked, and her Divine Soul seemed about to be crushed into the most primitive particles by this awe.

Sun Wukong's condition was slightly better.

The essence of his Way of the Equal Heaven is Unyielding, Resistance, a Variable that never bows.

The black‑golden Dao Rhythm spun wildly, raising a twisted domain around him, stubbornly resisting the pressure that could make gods and Buddhas kneel.

Yet even he felt an unprecedented challenge!

This force had already surpassed everything within his comprehension.

Hongjun's Heavenly Dao Order before it was like a child's sandcastle—laughable and fragile.

The void shadow of the Primordial Demon God made no move.

He did not need to act.

His mere existence caused the newly stabilized world law of Sun Wukong to tremble violently.

In the Chaos, the newly born stars representing Variables dimmed their light swiftly,

and then collapsed one after another, dissipating back into the most primitive Deathly Silence.

The law crumbled, the Way wailed.

Everything slid toward the End.

Kneeling Ji, his face bearing a pathological, fanatically devout frenzy.

He raised his head high, chanting in a lyrical tone, shouting toward the towering void shadow.

"Master!"

"The time has arrived!"

"This chaos that has roared for countless epochs will finally be silenced."

"All things will return to your eternal silence!"

His voice was like ceremonial music for this grand "Death".

At that moment, the Void Seed of Bodhi at Sun Wukong's forehead, belonging to his master, erupted in an unprecedented violent tremor!

It was not Fear Heart Demon.

Nor was it Resonance.

It was a struggle mixed with sorrow, unwillingness, and resolute defiance!

Buzz!

A scene, without any permission, violently crashed into Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness!

It was a Chaos older than the present one.

His master, Bodhi Patriarch, clad in blue robes, holding a dust brush, stood there calmly.

Opposite Bodhi Patriarch stood the identical void shadow of the Primordial Demon God, only its form more solid and its aura more terrifying!

Two "Bodhi", one representing "Life", the other "Death", faced each other like that.

His master's voice, crossing endless time and space, rang clearly in Sun Wukong's mind.

That voice carried a hint of sigh, but mostly an unshakable resolve.

"Brother."

"Your so‑called 'End' is merely your desire to pull everything back to yourself, returning to the 'peace' you deem appropriate."

"This is not true liberation, nor true void!"

"You are only afraid, afraid of the 'Variables' you do not understand, afraid of the 'Life' you cannot control!"

The Primordial Demon God in the scene, with a face identical to Bodhi Patriarch's, showed no expression.

Yet the surrounding Chaos, because of those words, instantly boiled and exploded!

In the next instant, the Primordial Demon God opened its mouth.

It made no sound.

But in Sun Wukong's perception, a silent roar struck his Original Spirit like the first destructive divine thunder at creation.

"Puff!"

Gold‑colored blood instantly gushed from Sun Wukong's seven apertures.

His Original Spirit nearly shattered on the spot under this silent roar!

It was an attack from the conceptual layer, directly negating the meaning of your "existence"!

The scene shattered.

Sun Wukong staggered back half a step, leaning on his Golden Cudgel, breathing heavily.

Yet his Fiery Golden Eyes shone terrifyingly at that moment.

He understood!

All understood!

Ji's master is exactly that 'elder brother' in the master's memory picture!

It is the other aspect split from the Void demon god, representing absolute deathly silence and the dark Bodhi of termination!

Master chose to enter the world, enlightened himself, and created Equal Heaven, this greatest 'variable', precisely to oppose him!

And the Void Seed within my body resonates with Ji's power because they share the same origin.

But the Seed fiercely resists because Master long ago infused it with his will, representing 'existence' and 'hope'!

All along, I, Old Sun, thought I was fighting for my own 'Unyielding'!

Only now does he truly understand Master's Dao!

Only now does he truly comprehend what he bears on his shoulders!

That is not the fate of a mere pawn.

But rather, it is the sole sliver of vitality that Master struggled to obtain for this deathly silent chaos!

To oppose Ji, to oppose this terrifying primordial demon god before us, relying solely on inheriting Master's Dao is not enough!

We must surpass it!

We must forge a brand-new path with my own way, transcending 'Void' and 'Termination'!

An unprecedented enlightenment and fighting spirit erupted from the depths of Sun Wukong's heart!

He slowly straightened his spine.

That bent waist, at this moment, became as straight as a pillar propping up heaven!

The black-gold Dao Rhythm on his body no longer raged; instead, it retracted to the extreme, forming a thin layer of flame that burned calmly.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping past the kneeling Ji, and for the first time truly met the illusion of that primordial demon god.

"Turns out, you are the very stone that Master has always wanted to smash—filthy and hard."

Sun Wukong's voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly in this deathly silent chaos.

The corner of his mouth curled into a wild, unruly arc.

"Just right."

"My old Sun's staff has long been thirsting for battle!"

He pulled the Golden Cudgel from the ground, hoisted it onto his shoulder, with the tip pointing diagonally at the towering demon god's illusion.

At this moment, he was no longer passively responding to battle.

But actively declaring war!

However, that primordial demon god's illusion never once glanced at Sun Wukong from beginning to end.

It seemed that this monkey daring to declare war on him wasn't even worthy of a glance from him.

His indifferent gaze, seemingly containing the birth and death of the universe, slowly moved and finally settled on Yao, pinned to the ground by overwhelming pressure.

Then he raised a finger.

A pitch-black finger formed purely from the concept of 'Termination'.

Gently, it pointed at Yao.

An icy, emotionless will, transcending time and space, rang directly in the minds of Sun Wukong and Yao.

"Erase."