Chapter 336: Invisible Battlefield

The icy chill rising from deep within his marrow made Sun Wukong's monkey hair stand on end.

The schadenfreude and amusement on his face vanished in an instant.

In its place was a cold as if falling into an ice cavern.

No!

Wrong!

This isn't dog‑versus‑dog!

I'm not that detached spectator either!

These two bastards…

These two damned scumbags!

Clearly they teamed up… to feed the most terrifying parasite inside his body!

That gray "rust spot" was emitting a pleasant glimmer.

With each flicker, Sun Wukong could clearly feel a pure strand of "ending" Dao Rhythm,

flowing through a channel he could not comprehend, drawn from the heart of the battle, then… poured into his body.

The feeling was like two chefs wildly cooking a feast, and he was the hungry pot!

The more fiercely the two bastards fought, the richer the "death" concept that spilled out, and the more his arm's "rust spot" feasted!

It's growing!

It's permeating!

That force that denies everything and ends everything was rising from the surface of his skin,

toward his flesh, his bones, even his Indestructible through Eons Dao body Primordial Source, slowly and firmly taking root!

Damn!

Sun Wukong let out a curse in his mind, and the golden flame in his eyes nearly burst forth.

He finally understood that he had fallen into an invisible trap from the very start.

Whether it was Deathly Silence or that monster wearing the Buddha's skin, their appearance, their clash with each other, perhaps from the start was not to decide a victor.

but rather to jointly "ripen" the "ultimate fruit" inside him!

Once this rust spot fully infiltrates his Dao foundation, it will completely "rust corrode" his entire "existence",

then… a brand‑new puppet perfectly controlled by "Absolute Malice", wielding the power of the Equal Heaven Dao, will be born!

What a poisonous scheme!

What a ruthless heart!

At this moment, the battlefield in Sun Wukong's eyes changed.

It was no longer a collision of two "death" concepts, but a hunt aimed at him on a layer he could not see!

His Fiery Golden Eyes were driven to the limit, Dao power pierced his twin pupils; this time,

he no longer looked at the bodies of those two monsters, but "saw" the deeper things their clash affected!

In an instant, a grand yet fragile tableau he had never seen unfolded before his eyes.

It was an endless sea made of countless shimmering "silk threads".

Each thread represented the very "existence" of a world.

Some were thick and bright, symbolizing a flourishing cultivation civilization, with stable laws and vibrant Vitality.

Others were slender and dim, representing a nascent primitive world, fragile as if a gust could snap it.

These "existence strings" intertwined, together sounding the Multiverse's symphony titled "Life".

Now, this symphony is being forcibly injected with two discordant rests!

Sun Wukong clearly "saw" that under Deathly Silence's pitch‑black "End Domain", dozens of "existence strings" were undergoing dramatic change.

One bright thread representing a fire‑element world had its surface light rapidly solidifying,

the flowing energy became sluggish, and the whole string seemed about to turn from a supple thread into a rigid ice crystal.

Sun Wukong could even "hear" the wail coming from that world.

The volcano was extinguishing.

The lava was cooling.

Countless fire‑dwelling Living Beings were horrified to find their bodies turning cold and rigid, their thoughts becoming unbearably slow.

Their world was being sealed into an amber called "Deathly Silence".

This was not destruction, but freezing the meaning of all "existence" into eternal stillness.

On the other side, the influence of the Buddha's gray "Gospel Domain" was even more bizarre.

Sun Wukong saw that hundreds of even more delicate threads were being permeated by that cloyingly sweet rot.

The threads neither broke nor solidified.

instead, they themselves… ceased vibrating.

One thread representing a fairy world filled with art and romance originally pulsed with notes of joy and Creation.

But now those notes were sinking into silence one by one.

In that world, the most talented painter set down his brush, the greatest poet shredded his manuscript, and the sweetest couple released their clasped hands.

Their faces showed no pain, no despair.

Only a strange serenity and satisfaction born of great enlightenment.

"So… nothing matters."

"The beauty we pursue, the love we feel, are merely a delusion in endless cycles."

"Only by stopping can one achieve true liberation."

Countless Living Beings let out such a sigh in their hearts, then they sat cross‑legged, smiling, actively severing their connection with the world, and their Línghún sank into the dreamless void.

The whole world is beginning to collapse from within.

Social structure, civil order, the desires of individual existence… everything was being erased into nothingness in this gentle 'gospel'.

One is forced shutdown.

The other lures you into willingly pulling out your own power source.

But the result is the same——death.

"Stop!"

Sun Wukong could bear it no longer.

The Bloodshot in his eyes flared, strand by strand, and the fury in his chest, like a volcano that had been building for hundreds of millions of years, erupted with a boom!

What the hell is this supposed to be!

No matter which of these two bastards wins, in the end the unlucky ones are all those countless beings struggling to survive in the cracks!

He might not care about his own life or death, but he cannot stand by and watch these worlds he sees as 'hope' unwittingly become sacrifices in the clash of the two madmen's Great Paths!

A roar shook the Star Sea!

Sun Wukong did not charge toward either side, but instead unleashed his Way of the Equal Heaven that fused variables and Fixed Number in a way never seen before!

It was no longer a berserk fighting spirit, nor a cold calculation.

Instead, it was a stubborn will brimming with Vitality, representing the very essence of being alive!

Hum——

A blindingly brilliant golden halo, centered on Sun Wukong, suddenly spread outward!

Upon that halo, one could seemingly see the peach trees of Mount Huaguo bearing fruit, hear the first cry of a newborn,

feel the ecstasy of scientists solving a mystery, and experience the resolve of warriors defending their homeland!

That is the power of life itself!

The golden halo was non‑aggressive; it acted like the strongest barrier, forcibly inserting itself between Stillness's 'Realm of Termination' and the Tathagata's 'Realm of Gospel'.

It was like a loving mother, using its arms to shield, with great care, those violently trembling, on‑the‑brink‑of‑collapse strings of existence behind it.

Zizz——

The black and gray 'death' realm struck the golden 'life' barrier, emitting a piercing screech.

Those worlds about to be solidified and about to fall silent, under the protection of this barrier, temporarily caught their breath.

However, Sun Wukong's desperate protective strike also thoroughly stirred up a hornet's nest.

He simultaneously angered the two death gods on the field whom he ought not to have provoked!

Swish!

Swish!

Two gazes shot out simultaneously from the battlefield's center, and they Suǒdìng onto Sun Wukong with deadly determination.

One came from Stillness.

On his unchanging ice‑mountain face of ten thousand years, for the first time a clear displeasure appeared.

It seemed as if Sun Wukong's behavior was a rude move that disrupted his chessboard.

"You are……"

"Obstructing 'Balance'."

His icy voice carried no emotion, yet it held a will to end that could freeze one's Divine Soul.

The other gaze came from that withered monk.

He slowly turned his head; in his black‑hole‑like eyes, it was no longer the ideological clash he had when facing Stillness,

but rather reignited the fundamental Negation aimed at Sun Wukong.

"Noisy monkey."

His hoarse voice, however, struck like a heavy hammer, slamming hard onto Sun Wukong's Dao Heart.

"You are forever creating 'Error'."

"Guarding these processes that ought to have passed will only bring the Universe more pain and chaos."

"Your very existence is the greatest Error."

Boom!!!

One is the will of forced annihilation of everything, the 'Termination' will.

The other is the will that negates all meaning, the 'gospel' will.

Two utterly different yet equally lethal death Daos, at this moment, somehow in sync,

simultaneously abandoned their mutual struggle, directing all pressure and all spearheads toward the forcibly intervening Sun Wukong!

Sun Wukong's whole body suddenly sank; he felt as if two mountain ranges representing the Universe's ultimate death were squeezing him from left and right.

He became the focus of the entire field.

He also became the sole enemy.

Damn it!

Sun Wukong gritted his steel teeth, realizing he was actually caught between two kinds of death.

No matter which side he chooses, it's a dead end!