Chapter 243: New Rules, Hongjun's Decision!

Deep within the Zi Xiao Gong.

Those eyes filled with hatred stared fixedly at the edge of the Chaos Realm.

In the endless Deathly Silence.

Hóngjūn Dàozǔ abruptly closed his eyes.

The entire Zi Xiao Gong fell silent as he did that.

This was not just a simple act of closing his eyes to rest.

He was exerting all his strength.

He was sensing that newborn Chaos Realm.

He was sensing.

He was doing so in a way he could not comprehend.

The Heavenly Dao that Sun Wukong had completely 'tamed'.

It was no longer merely polluted.

It was being changed.

but rather it was being inscribed with a mark.

but rather it was being endowed with a new soul.

Hongjun's fingertip trembled slightly.

That was a kind of.

a 'variable' beyond all his calculations.

This variable.

Even the Heavenly Dao.

could completely change it.

His Dao Heart, as still as an ancient well.

For the first time.

He felt a deep.

a sense of helplessness.

For a long time.

For a long time.

Only then did he slowly open his eyes.

In his eyes.

No anger remained.

No resentment remained.

replaced by.

was a kind of profound to the extreme.

solemn.

He saw.

Sun Wukong's 'Dao'.

That was no longer merely Equal Heaven.

nor was it wild emptiness.

That was a kind of.

brand new.

transcending all.

even transcending his old Heavenly Dao.

a magnificent existence.

right at this moment.

a voice.

suddenly.

it exploded in his sea of consciousness.

It was not a roar.

It was not a provocation.

nor was it mockery.

That voice.

It was terrifyingly calm.

yet it carried an irresistible.

absolute authority.

"Hongjun."

The voice was not loud.

yet it struck like a heavy hammer.

it struck deep within his Dao Heart.

it made his body shudder violently.

"Your Heavenly Dao."

Sun Wukong's voice.

Continued to sound.

Carrying something indescribable.

Transcendent.

"It has already merged into my Equal Heaven."

Each word.

Each was like a heavenly thunder.

It split apart all of Hongjun's self-perception.

What he governed.

The old Heavenly Dao he was proud of.

Unexpectedly.

It has already become part of this monkey's new Dao.

A part!

He raised his head.

His gaze penetrated the layered space of Purple Azure Palace.

He gazed at that expanse.

The new Chaos growing vigorously.

That figure of Sun Wukong.

At this moment, he appeared extremely tall.

Like a statue.

A true Creator God.

"If you are willing."

Sun Wukong's voice.

Did not give him too much time to think.

Again it sounded in his sea of consciousness.

"You can continue to preside over Purple Azure Palace."

"But you."

This single "but".

Like an invisible great mountain.

Boomed down.

It made Hongjun's Dao Heart tremble violently.

"No longer the Sovereign of the Heavenly Dao."

"But rather the Guardian of the Heavenly Dao."

Boom—!

In Hongjun's mind.

Like a startling thunder exploding.

His fate.

His purpose of existence.

Unexpectedly, by a single—

The monkey he once regarded as an ant.

So calmly.

Thoroughly "defined".

Sovereign.

Became the Guardian.

This is more than just a demotion.

This is simply—

Having had its marrow sucked out.

He felt.

His own dignity, painstakingly maintained over hundreds of millions of years.

At this moment.

By this monkey.

Ground to powder.

He wanted to refute.

He wanted to roar.

He wanted to act.

But he opened his mouth.

But his throat felt as if blocked by a lump of lead.

Could not emit.

Not a single sound.

He could not refute.

Because.

He clearly felt.

The Primordial Source of the Heavenly Dao within himself.

It is no longer pure.

Inside it.

Filled with Sun Wukong's imprint.

Filled with the will of 'Equal Heaven'.

If he were to resist.

That would be resisting himself.

"Choose."

Sun Wukong's voice.

So calm that not a ripple existed.

But this calm.

Yet it made Hongjun feel.

An unprecedented oppression.

This is not a threat.

No swords crossed.

No verbal threats.

Yet it gave Hongjun a

"Choice" that he cannot refuse.

One.

That allows him to continue existing under the new Heavenly Dao.

To continue existing.

The last chance.

Hongjun's complexion.

Gloomy like water.

He never imagined.

That he would one day.

Would fall to.

Being by a monkey.

The point of charity.

This ultimate humiliation.

That made him feel utterly hopeless.

But he knows.

He lost.

He lost completely.

He lost utterly.

He slowly closed his eyes.

A boundless sense of decline.

Emanating from him.

Inside the Zixiao Palace.

Once again fell into Deathly Silence.

But this time.

In this Deathly Silence.

Exuding a

After being tamed.

Heavy.

New Chaos Core.

Sun Wukong withdrew his divine sense.

He no longer paid attention to Hongjun.

A sensible watchdog.

To him.

Already had no value.

He turned around.

Looked toward his side.

In Yao's eyes.

Filled with shock.

She felt it.

On Sun Wukong's body.

That transcends everything.

Absolute majesty.

He already.

He is no longer that pure Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

He has truly transformed.

Thoroughly.

He has become the Lord of Equal Heaven!

Brother Monkey.

Yao softly called.

In her voice.

Carrying a hint not easily noticed.

Admiration.

Sun Wukong grinned.

How's that?

This old monkey's new Heavenly Dao.

Is that enough?

He looked toward the Deep Chaos.

There.

Countless world-bubbles are evolving.

Each one.

All represent infinite possibilities.

His gaze.

Profound beyond compare.

He knows.

There is still more of the unknown.

Waiting for him to explore.

More of the Dao.

Waiting for him to comprehend.

This chaos.

Just now begun.

He gently pulled Yao's hand.

In his gaze.

Full of longing and determination.

Let's go.

He softly said to Yao.

This chaos.

There is still more scenery.

Waiting for us to create!

His voice.

Carrying an unstoppable.

Majestic will.

Just like a brand-new universe.

Is slowly unfolding.

Yao's heart.

Was infected by his words.

She nodded firmly.

She knows.

Their journey.

Far from over.

The true storm.

Just now begun.

Just as Sun Wukong and Yao.

About to set out.

A chilling to the extreme.

A whisper.

Without any warning.

Pierced through layers of chaos.

Directly transmitted into Sun Wukong's ears.

Lord of Equal Heaven?

That voice.

Carrying extreme mockery.

"You think."

"This Chaos."

"Does it really belong to you?"

"Sun Wukong's Smile."

"It suddenly froze on his face."

"He suddenly turned his head."

"His gaze was like two golden bolts of lightning."

"In an instant, it shot toward Deep Chaos."

"There."

"A feeling of immense familiarity."

"And an immensely evil aura."

"Was wildly expanding."

"Yes."

"Tathagata!"

"But this time."

"This aura is stronger than any before."

"It is even more powerful."

"It is even more terrifying."

"Sun Wukong's eyes."

"In an instant, a layer appeared."

"A bloodthirsty red light."

"Heh."

"He curled the corner of his mouth."

"A cruel arc."

"Can't hide it anymore?"

"His Golden Cudgel."

"In his hand."

"Emitting waves of low sound."

"Trembling resonance."

"He knows."

"The true great battle."

"Is about to arrive!"