Chapter 337: The Monkey's Sun Plot

Sun Wukong feels like he's about to be squeezed to bursting.

On the left is the irrational "End" domain of Ji Na,

as if it will freeze his very existence into a lump of ice and then shatter it.

On the right is the yin‑yang‑odd "Gospel" domain of Lao Tu Lu, like countless sticky hands,

trying to drag him into a warm, fetid mud pit to rot inside.

The two utterly different ultimate forces, both pointing toward "Death," revolve around him as the collision center, crazily smashing each other.

And he is the bean clamped between the two grinding stones.

To make matters worse, the gray "rust spot" on his arm glows comfortably, as if soaking in a hot spring, occasionally belching a full gulp.

These two bastards fight, and in the end it's his own damn parasites that get fed!

A indescribable fury, mixed with the ultimate resentment of being toyed with like a fool, Boom— ignited Sun Wukong's mind.

"Balance your head!"

"Error your ghost!"

A stone‑shattering roar burst from Sun Wukong's throat, laced with unabashed contempt and rage.

"Two cemetery salesmen, and they dare act superior?"

"One insists on dragging others to death, the other persuades others to die—what's the difference!"

"They're all just jealous of anyone living well!"

Sun Wukong ranted wildly while his mind raced at faster‑than‑light speed.

He can't win.

He definitely can't endure a straight‑up stand.

These two forces are too bizarre—one physical annihilation, one Concept Deletion; facing either alone is enough to choke him, let alone being sandwiched from both sides.

Run?

Where to run? The domains of these two guys have already locked this slice of spacetime.

In that split‑second flash, a thought as vile, as mad, and as utterly "Sun Wukong" as anything,

like a black lightning, tore through the Chaos of his sea of consciousness.

Got it!

Damn!

The golden flame in Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly narrowed, replaced by a near‑mad cunning.

He didn't choose to attack either side, nor did he try to burst the seal with his own power.

Instead he inhaled deeply and poured out, without reservation, the massive Way of the Equal Heaven power that fused Fixed Number and Variable.

Then, under the almost‑gasping, horrified gaze of Yao on the distant Dream Ark, he performed a move no existence could comprehend.

He stomped hard, ripping his own Way of the Equal Heaven in half!

"Give me… Rage!!!"

One half of the Way of the Equal Heaven power instantly transformed into the purest, most savage, utterly irrational "Battle Will" born solely for combat and destruction.

That golden torrent of Battle Will roared like a maddened demon dragon, charging straight into Ji Na's pure‑black "End" domain!

"Give me… Unyielding!!!"

The other half of the Way of the Equal Heaven power he condensed into the most stubborn, defiant "Unyielding" will that disobeys Heaven, Earth, and any rule or destiny!

This will became a twisted gray lightning, mocking all that is "rightful," and slammed into the gray swamp spreading the "Gospel."

Boom!!!

The entire battlefield instantly changed its taste.

Yao, watching from afar, was dumbfounded, her mind a blank.

She doesn't understand!

Completely doesn't understand!

What the hell is Wukong doing?

Is he annoyed he didn't die fast enough?

He's giving both enemies who want to kill him a simultaneous buff!

Isn't that like cleaning his own throat and handing the executioner two sharper knives?!

Crazy!

Wukong must be crazy!

As Yao expected, Ji Na, now infused with Sun Wukong's "Battle Will," changed its entire aura.

If the previous Ji Na was a peerless murderous blade sheathed, now the blade is drawn!

Moreover, flames blaze along the blade!

His pure‑black "End" domain no longer freezes everything coldly, but becomes fiercely aggressive!

A black Storm began to rage, each black gust carrying Sun Wukong's raging Battle Will, no longer "letting" you freeze but forcibly "hitting" you into stillness!

All things are enemies! All things can be slain!

That force that forced everything to solidify surged more than tenfold in an instant!

On the other side, the gaunt monk's "Gospel" domain also underwent an even stranger change.

After merging Sun Wukong's "Unyielding" will, that gray swamp which originally emitted a sweet, rotten stench,

began to spawn countless twisted, reverse logical vortices inside!

It no longer simply urges you to give up, to lie flat.

Instead, it implants a lethal logical virus deep in your soul.

Since all is suffering, why must one obey life's pain?

Since the destination is "nothing", why must one endure the process that exists?

They say this is "fate"? To hell with fate!

Rebel! Even the greatest injustice, "life", you don't dare to resist?!

The "gospel" that originally coaxed you to abandon resistance has now become a rebellious hymn inciting you to defy everything, including "life" itself!

That allure of "death" has likewise surged severalfold, becoming even more insidious and even more unstoppable!

The two death forces that Sun Wukong "remixed" are like two prehistoric beasts injected with rabies, crashing into each other fiercely once more!

Then, something that both Ji and the withered monk never saw coming occurred.

Ji's "End Realm" rampaged forward, trying to freeze that gray swamp along with the newly spawned "rebellious hymn" into slag.

But he was horrified to discover that he could solidify matter, solidify energy, even solidify laws.

Dammit, he can't solidify that Unyielding will!

That will, like a virus, rampages through his domain, cursing all the while,

mocking that his Balance is a joke, that it's just a higher form of Obedience!

This made Ji's ancient, still Dao Heart ripple for the first time with a disturbance named "irritation"!

At the same time, the withered monk was also stunned.

His "gospel" spread everywhere, trying to "persuade" that black Storm infused with Sun Wukong's battle intent.

But he found that his proud Principle, that "Ultimate Liberation" theory that could move the Universe's truths, was completely useless against this black wind.

Because that black wind has no "brain" at all!

It is a pure, Irrational "War! War! War!".

You try to reason with it?

It only wants to tear you apart!

On the withered monk's eternally unchanged zombie face, a humanized, ghost‑like expression appeared for the first time.

In the battlefield's center, Sun Wukong grinned, showing two rows of stark white teeth, laughing like a monkey that had swallowed three thousand jin of bananas.

Done!

He bet correctly!

The paths of these two guys seem unsolvable, but actually each has a fatal flaw!

Ji's "End" seeks absolute, impurity‑free "stillness".

Then Old Sun will add the most ferocious "Movement" to you, so you can't stay still!

Lao Tu Lu's "gospel" relies on logic and the Principle's "persuasion".

Then Old Sun will stuff you with a "madman" who never reasons with you, leaving you to persuade Ji in solitude!

I added "Fury" to Ji's power!

I added "Chaos" to Rulai's power!

I made these two death forces become each other's most hated, most disgusting, most incomprehensible forms!

Sun Wukong laughed, trembling all over.

He wants these two guys to disgust each other to death!

This is Sun Wukong's overt scheme!

Unyielding?

Then I'll fight until you obey!

Irrational?

Old Sun is more Irrational than you!