Chapter 332: The Teacup's Warning

Peace?

From Sun Wukong's throat came two words, as if ground from ten‑thousand‑year‑old ice.

The next second.

Damn your peace!

A bellow fierce enough to punch a hole in the universe burst forth!

Those eyes, which should have been golden as the great sun, were now completely dyed in boundless blood‑red.

Reason?

What the hell is that!

Feelings of helplessness, humiliation, and suffocating frustration—like ten thousand volcanoes detonating together in his chest.

Sun Wukong, born of heaven and earth, raised from the immortal stone!

He has ravaged Heavenly Palace and tread upon Ling Shan!

He has fought Hongjun and smashed the Return to Zero!

When has he ever endured such aggravation!

He swings, but can't connect!

He curses, but gets no retort!

The opponent just sits cross‑legged there, like the foulest, hardest stone in a latrine, moving only his lips,

Just with that, he can dig up everything he built, root by root, bit by bit!

How the hell can he fight this!

Principle?

Old Sun's principle is this very staff!

But now, this staff that could pierce heaven can't even touch a single hair of the opponent!

If that's the case…

Since reasoning is useless!

Since he can't land a hit!

Then…

Damn it, no more reasoning!

A surge more violent and pure than any before—destructive aura—explodes upward from Sun Wukong's body!

His, having merged Fixed Number and Variable, has become perfect and seamless,

The indestructible Primordial Source of the Way of the Equal Heaven now begins to tremble violently, unstably, madly!

The golden light is no longer warm, no longer brilliant.

Instead, it turns into a pallid hue filled with destruction and ending!

He intends to self‑destruct!

He will turn his Great Dao Primordial Source and this indestructible body into the most splendid, most violent fireworks in the universe!

He will blast this nauseating ruin of the Zi Xiao Gong!

Together with that fly‑like monster that disgusts him!

Together, they will explode into the most primordial cosmic dust!

Mutual annihilation!

Exactly!

I can't beat you!

And I won't let you have it easy either!

To hell with eternal peace!

All right, Old Sun, let's all return to nothing together!

Sun Wukong's face splits into a ferocious, mad smile.

His aura climbs to the utmost peak!

That pallid destructive light has completely engulfed him!

The entire star field wails under this destructive will that would make even a saint tremble!

However.

At the very instant he is about to detonate everything and end all, that one‑ten‑thousandth of a moment!

A gentle, familiar power, devoid of any mortal aura, quietly reaches out from the void.

That power does not stop him.

It does not suppress him.

It is merely like a warm, strong hand that gently tugs at his Original Spirit.

Hum—!

Sun Wukong feels everything before him instantly warp and spin!

That brutal killing intent, that madness to destroy all, that breath‑ending apocalyptic vision, recede like a tide.

When he regains consciousness again.

He is no longer on that nauseating ruin of the Zi Xiao Gong that drove him mad.

Around him are familiar rows of towering bookshelves.

The air is filled with the scent of ancient ink and a faint hint of tea.

The Heart's Study!

He's back again!

He returned to his Master's study!

"Get out!"

Sun Wukong's anger showed no sign of subsiding; instead, because of this sudden change, it burned even fiercer.

He thought it was that monster again, pulling some new trick!

He frantically looked around, his blood-red eyes full of vigilance and ferocity, wanting to tear this space apart directly.

But the next second.

His gaze, however, suddenly locked onto that familiar desk.

There sat a cup of tea.

A cup of tea that, every time he entered, had long been cold.

But now.

In that small, unadorned celadon tea cup.

It was actually giving off thin, wispy white steam!

That steam was so real, so warm.

It seemed like his Master's broad, warm hand, across endless time and space, gently stroking his head, which was furious to the point of nearly bursting.

It let his boundless rage, capable of burning heaven and earth, feel as if drenched by a basin of the purest spring water from above.

In an instant, it subsided largely.

Although that feeling of stifled resentment still churned in his chest.

But that madness wanting to destroy everything had vanished.

His reason was gradually returning.

Sun Wukong's breathing became somewhat heavy.

He stared fixedly at that cup, steaming tea.

He saw.

In the tea cup, that clear liquid, which seemed able to reflect myriad worlds' surface.

It began to ripple, one circle after another, fine ripples.

Those ripples were not caused by wind.

Nor by energy disturbance.

But by a kind of "Dao" he knew exceedingly well, surpassing all laws, silently manifesting!

Circle after circle of ripples slowly combined, arranged.

Finally, on the mirror‑still tea surface, several clear, ancient‑looking large characters formed!

Not written with magical power.

Not imprinted with divine sense.

But directly condensed from the very essence of the "Dao"!

The strokes were vigorous and powerful, yet touched with a hint of carefree detachment that sees through worldly affairs.

Exactly, the brushstroke of his Master, Bodhi Patriarch!

The characters read:

"Killing the apostle is useless; its root lies outside the 'lock'."

A short line of text.

Each character felt like a silent, heavy hammer!

It struck hard against Sun Wukong's heart!

Killing the apostle is useless…

Apostle?

Is it referring to that monster wearing the Tathagata's skin?

Turns out, that thing is merely a pawn driven by someone!

But…

Its root lies outside the 'lock'…

Lock?

What lock?

Sun Wukong's pupils suddenly contracted violently!

An image he had almost forgotten, yet filled him with immense dread, exploded from the depths of his memory like lightning!

It was, Yao!

It was in the deepest part of Yao's Illusory Dream Dao!

That, bound by countless black chains as thick as galaxies, layered and tightly suppressing, a towering colossal shadow!

Lock!

Turns out, it's that lock!

Sun Wukong's mind buzzed, going Blank!

A chill, hundreds, even thousands of times more terrifying than when he faced the Tathagata, instantly swept over his whole body!

He understood!

He fully understood!

Their true enemy was never that Tathagata jumping about outside, spreading the "gospel"!

Even, it is not Hongjun, not the Zeroers!

But it is that one!

That one, was by Master, who exhausted all his heart and blood, even unwilling to incarnate the myriad Dao, laying layer upon layer of seals, only barely managing to suppress it!

That one, representing Absolute Malice, is the ultimate existence!

«Primordial»

That Tathagata is merely a tendril that the Primordial, through the gaps in the seal, stretched out to contaminate and probe this world—a tiny tendril!

Even if I were to truly spare no cost, crushing this Tathagata's apostle's bones and scattering its ashes.

As long as that sealed Primordial still exists.

It can, at any time, create another, a third, even tens of thousands of such apostles!

Killing them cannot exhaust them; destroying them cannot end them!

This...

This is truly despair!