Chapter 238: Demon God Liberation, Chaos Resonance!

"Chao."

A single character, like a decree from the beginning of creation.

It is not a command.

It is more like a… statement.

Like a person brushing dust off their shoulder, natural and without a hint of emotion.

Ji, the being that proclaims itself the "End" emissary, the piece that stirred the entire Chaos Realm storm,

under this single character, its very existence begins to disintegrate from the root…

Its body does not collapse, nor turn to ash.

Instead, it is like a painting soaked with water, its colors fading, lines blurring, ultimately becoming pure Blank.

The terror and resentment on its face, along with its Dao, its memories, its entire being, are gently and completely erased by this "Chao" character.

As if it had never appeared in this Chaos Realm.

Sun Wukong stands at the core of that absolute darkness, quietly watching the scene.

He feels not a fraction of pleasure.

Only a sorrow that originates from the source of the Great Dao.

Pathetic creature.

Even death is rejected by its own Master for being too noisy.

Boom—!

With Ji's complete disappearance, the nine black chains that had already snapped,

lost their final foundation of existence, turning into countless pure Fixed Number fragments, scattering away!

And that all‑consuming black hole, the prison that had held the Primordial Demon God for eons, finally reaches its end at this moment!

There is no earth‑shaking explosion.

The profound darkness begins to destabilize, like boiling water, violently churning and twisting!

The roar that emanates is no longer pain, no longer pleading, not even anger!

It is a pure, savage, unadulterated… life instinct!

It is the first joyous cry at the opening of Chaos!

It is the most primal rhythm before all things were born!

It is Freedom!

"Hou—!!!"

A deafening roar reverberated across the entire Chaos Sea!

Immediately after, the demon‑god phantasm, black‑hole‑like, shattered with a boom!

But it does not dissipate!

Instead… it merges!

It transforms into countless streams of light beyond human sight, into endless fragments of will,

actively and joyfully pouring into this vast, boundless Chaos!

At this moment, Chaos is no longer a backdrop of Deathly Silence.

It has come alive!

Sun Wukong clearly feels a colossal, indescribable will awakening!

That Primordial Demon God does not choose to reshape a fixed form.

Because it is Chaos!

Chaos is it!

Each of its breaths raises new law waves across the Chaos Sea!

Each of its heartbeats births entirely new star domains within the Void.

Those laws that were once suppressed, erased, and labeled "heretical" under the Hongjun Heavenly Dao,

now, like seeds meeting rain after drought, burst wildly from the soil!

Killing, chaos, desire, Dream Realm, decay, rebirth…

Millions of utterly different, even conflicting Dao, evolve simultaneously within this Chaos,

rather than causing destruction, they weave an unprecedented, supremely harmonious flourishing scene!

This is the true Chaos!

An infinite realm that permits all existence, all possibilities, forever "growing", forever "changing".

Sun Wukong slowly closes his eyes.

He feels the nine Void Seeds that Master Bodhi Patriarch left within his body,

now resonating with this newly born Chaos at an unprecedented speed.

The Master's words about "Chaos's self‑growth" actually refer to this!

It is not about overthrowing an old order to establish a new one.

It is about breaking every "order", letting Chaos itself return to its most primal, freely growing instinct!

This is the true… liberation!

Hum—!

A feedback force of incomprehensible magnitude surges from the entire Chaos into Sun Wukong's body!

His Way of the Equal Heaven, the will representing Unyielding and resistance,

has found its ultimate destination within this primal Variable torrent!

His Dao, at this moment, is no longer merely rebellion.

Instead, it has fully merged with this Chaos Realm's "growth" instinct!

From now on, any existence that tries to impose Fixed Number shackles on this Chaos Realm will become an enemy of his Equal Heaven Path!

He no longer fights for himself.

He fights for this Chaos Realm's Freedom!

Sun Wukong's realm, at this moment, wildly surged upward, instantly breaking through an indescribable constraint,

reaching a brand‑new level that even he himself could not comprehend.

A single thought of his allows him to perceive the birth and death of any speck of dust within the Chaos Realm.

Where his gaze falls, he can pierce the barriers of countless dimensional walls.

He has already become indistinguishable from this newly reborn Chaos Realm.

Slowly, Sun Wukong opened his eyes.

Within those Fiery Golden Eyes, the ferocious battle intent and raging fury had long faded.

In its place is a calm as profound as the Chaos Star Sea.

He lifted his head, his gaze piercing the endless void, looking at that solitary figure.

Not far away, Ji, who had been flung by that liberating force, lay limp there, staring blankly at the newly refreshed Chaos before him.

He did not die.

The Demon God was too lazy to kill him.

Sun Wukong was also too lazy to kill him.

Because he knows that, for a fanatical Faith follower, there is no harsher punishment than this.

Ji's face showed no expression at all.

His hollow eyes reflected the dazzling spectacle of countless laws dancing wildly.

The "All Things Unity" he pursued.

The "Final Peace" he worshipped.

The "Great Way" of his Master that he devoted his whole life to uphold.

At this moment, it was proven to be an utterly, ridiculously falsehood.

His Master never wanted any "Final End" at all.

His Master, from start to finish, only wanted to get out of that damned Prison and take a breath.

The so‑called "Final End" was nothing more than the name of the Prison.

Sun Wukong walked step by step to him, his figure slowly enlarging within his pupil.

Ji gave no reaction, like a shell without a Línghún.

Sun Wukong looked down at him from above, his voice calm, without a ripple.

"Your Master never needs you to define his Final End."

"He only wants 'Liberation'."

These words, like the final straw that broke the camel, completely shattered Ji's Dao Heart, which had long been on the brink of collapse.

Ji's hollow gaze finally showed a slight ripple.

It was ultimate bewilderment, the absolute void after Faith's collapse.

Ji opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, yet no sound emerged.

Because Ji realized he had nothing left to say.

Ji's whole life, his Dao, all his convictions, had become a joke.

Sun Wukong did not cast another glance at him.

He knows that this guy named Ji is already dead.

A death more thorough than having one's existence erased.

He turned, looking at that fragile figure who, using the Dream Sea, was desperately defending the new world's barrier.

Yao's Pale Complexion was paper‑thin, and the fire of her Divine Soul was so weak it seemed it could extinguish at any moment.

Sun Wukong stepped forward, and in an instant was by her side, extending his hand,

gently transferring a Primordial Source imbued with the newly reborn Chaos's power into her body.

Yao's body trembled; that nearly dried Divine Soul, as if receiving sweet rain, quickly revived.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at Sun Wukong, her gaze full of post‑catastrophe joy.

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a long‑missed, heartfelt Smile.

"It's all right now."

Everything is over.

However, the instant his words fell, the Smile on his face suddenly stiffened.

A bone‑deep chill, without warning, surged suddenly from the deepest part of his Dao Heart, now merged with the Chaos.

He abruptly looked up, his gaze sharp as a blade, piercing the endless void!

He, existing with the Chaos, at this moment, clearly perceived.

In the direction of the distant Three Realms.

At the end of the Wheel of Reincarnation.

In that filthy land overrun by endless infernos and countless vengeful souls.

A pair of eyes opened.

Within those eyes, there was no compassion, no majesty.

Only a fragment capable of freezing the Chaos Realm, cold, mocking… greed!

A familiar, yet utterly unfamiliar voice crossed endless time and space, sounding directly within their spiritual thought.

Mischievous Monkey.

Thank you, for having opened the lid of the dining table for me…