Chapter 314: For… Me!

That spear.

It moved.

There was no earth‑shattering momentum, nor a universe‑rending roar.

It only gently, from Hongjun's hand, which was condensed from the whole Fixed Number Universe, reached forward by an inch.

Just this inch!

The entire Multiverse, all timelines—past, present, future…

All cause‑and‑effect linked to the name Sun Wukong, at this moment, were nailed down by an irresistible, absolute order.

This is a certain hit!

This is an unavoidable strike!

It is a terminating blow, fired from the beginning of time toward its end, intended to erase the variable Sun Wukong from existence itself.

Terrifying!

Extreme terror!

That edge, even before it neared, Sun Wukong felt his Way of the Equal Heaven,

His Divine Soul, his flesh, were being forcibly formatted by a higher‑dimensional force!

All of him was being negated!

His very existence was an Error!

And this spear was meant to correct that Error!

Under this endless pressure that would drive any Living Being to despair.

Yet Sun Wukong's mind strangely fell into unprecedented calm.

Time seemed stretched by billions of times.

Countless images, like a revolving lantern, flashed wildly before his eyes!

He saw.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, the summit of Mount Huaguo, that immortal stone bathed in countless years of sun and moon essence.

He saw.

In front of the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave, the naive stone monkey stumbling clumsily, full of joy, seeking a method of immortality.

He saw.

That day, he wore Golden Armor, a phoenix‑winged purple‑gold crown, stepped on lotus‑silk cloud‑walking shoes, wielded a Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff, and struck the Lingxiao Treasure Hall!

What a rebellious arrogance! What sheer hubris!

He saw.

At the foot of Wǔxíng Shān, five hundred years of wind and rain, five hundred years of solitude and resilience, those eyes whose flame never extinguished.

He saw.

On the Xi Xing Lu, again and again helplessness, again and again being used as a pawn, the deepening bewilderment and sorrow in his heart.

Finally.

All images froze in that solitary wooden Study, floating in absolute void.

Frozen on the figure of his Master, wiping the blood from his face, eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.

…

Me, why do I fight?

A voice softly rose in Sun Wukong's heart.

Is it for the countless beings behind him yearning for rebirth?

Is it for that seemingly grand yet vaguely void "Freedom"?

Or to not betray his Master's expectations? To prevent that "No Regret even in defeat" obsession from ending in emptiness?

These reasons are all good.

All are sufficiently tragic.

All are enough to make him shed his last drop of blood.

But…

No.

None of them.

Sun Wukong's heart was unprecedentedly clear.

As if all fog lifted, revealing the deepest, most primal, most genuine heart within himself.

He thought to fight, so he fought!

There's no damn grand reason!

There's no "for the world's beings" excuse!

I, Old Sun, was born a stone!

A stone, smelly and hard, no one could ever think of heating it, a dim‑witted, stubborn broken stone!

I, Old Sun, am born with proud bones!

On what right must there be gods and Buddhas, lofty above?

On what right must there be heavenly edicts binding all beings?

On what right must there be Fixed Numbers arranging everything?

I refuse!

I simply refuse!

He just wants this day, so that nothing can cover his eyes any longer!

He just wants this earth, so that his heart can no longer be buried!

He just wants the myriad gods and Buddhas across the sky to all vanish like smoke!

What he does for has never been anyone else!

What he does for is only himself!

For the name "Sun Wukong"!

For that heart that, since leaping out of a stone, has never truly yielded to anyone or anything!

Boom—!!!

When this thought, this purest, most self‑centered, irrational will becomes firmly fixed in his heart!

Sun Wukong's path that spans the Star Sea, bearing the hopes of countless variables, the Way of the Equal Heaven!

At the end, also at the most critical moment!

It completes its ultimate transcendence!

Whoosh—!

The great river of the Way, formed by the wills of countless worlds and Living Beings, seemed ignited at this moment!

The golden flames are no longer warm, no longer full of hope.

Instead, they become utterly domineering!

Utterly wild!

Utterly filled with the aura of destruction!

If the previous Way of the Equal Heaven was the "Royal Path", a "king" leading myriad worlds to resist tyranny,

Then at this moment!

It has become the "Demonic Path"!

A demonic overlord who defies Heaven, who will fulfill his will at any cost, destroying everything!

My Path!

I am the master!

Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me… no matter who the hell they are, all shall die by my hand!

"Ho…"

In Sun Wukong's throat came a low, beast‑like roar.

His golden eyes, at this moment, shed all reason and calculation!

Only the most primal, pure, insane battle spirit remains!

That self‑centered will turned into endless power, surging wildly into his limbs and bones!

His body swells violently!

The Golden Cudgel in his hand hums!

He feels like he's about to explode!

He needs to vent!

He needs a most exhilarating clash to prove his existence!

He gazes at the spear of judgment, already piercing space‑time, dragging the malice of the entire Fixed Number universe, about to pierce his chest.

There is not a hint of Fear Heart Demon on Sun Wukong's face.

Instead, he reveals an extremely ferocious, extremely exhilarating smile!

Well timed!

He no longer uses any flashy divine arts.

Nor does he contemplate any so‑called "method to break the deadlock".

This moment.

He simply, plainly, holds the staff with both hands!

He lifts the golden iron rod, already turned into the pure concept of "Destruction", high above his head!

He channels all his strength, his Way of the Equal Heaven refined to the extreme, and his unyielding, arrogant heart!

He pours that pure, self‑centered will that now only wants to smash everything before him!

All!

All of it!

Into this unremarkable staff, everything is infused!

He arches his body, muscles tensed, like an ancient divine bow pulled to its limit!

Then.

Facing Hongjun's spear of judgment, which gathers the order of the entire Universe and represents "absolute correctness".

In a most primal way!

Most barbaric!

The most irrational posture!

Fiercely!

Smash it down!

At the same time!

With a roar that accumulated his lifelong defiance, a roar that echoed through the primordial ages, shaking the heavens!

From his mouth, a booming blast erupted!

It rang out, this Deathly Silence's final battlefield!

Eat—me—Old Sun—one stick—!!!