Chapter 338

Ji's face, for the first time, had an expression.

It was a feeling of wanting to vomit but being unable to, an extreme distortion.

He felt like he had swallowed a fly—a lively, jumping fly that was causing havoc in his belly like in the Heavenly Palace!

His pure black domain, representing absolute stillness and end, had devolved into a chaotic mess.

Inside rang with the clashing of weapons, thunderous war drums, and the unyielding roars of countless Living Beings on the brink of death!

All these sounds came from that damned 'battle intent' of Sun Wukong!

It was like a virus, contaminating his purest, most noble 'End' path!

On the other side, the withered monk's complexion had become as ugly as possible, his face already like a dried corpse,

Now it was wrinkled like a rag that had been stepped on a thousand times.

His 'Gospel' domain had also been completely corrupted.

Originally, it was a requiem that lured all beings to abandon hope and willingly walk toward 'liberation'.

But now, this song somehow got mixed with countless howls full of malice!

Who says I have to accept fate!

I refuse to submit!

Shatter this damnable cycle of rebirth!

Sun Wukong's innate rebellious 'Unyielding' will was frenziedly inciting those souls that should have been at rest, urging them to rebel!

Now his 'Gospel' is no longer about persuading surrender, but has turned into subversion!

Two utterly different deathly paths were both, by that meddlesome Sun Wukong, forcibly 'contaminated' into each other's most hated form!

What's more, making both feel their scalps tingle, this isn't even the worst part.

The worst part is that the power Sun Wukong injected all originates from the same source of the Way of the Equal Heaven.

Between these two contaminated deathly domains, a strange 'connection' actually arose!

It's as if two unrelated pieces of iron were forcibly welded together!

A tendril of energy radiating gold and gray light, like a malignant tumor, tightly bound the pure black 'End' and the ashen 'Gospel' together.

They can no longer be easily separated!

Damn it!

The withered monk could no longer maintain his compassionate facade, squeezing out two words from between his teeth.

He can't wait any longer!

If this continues, his 'Gospel' path will be hybridized by Ji's 'End' and Sun Wukong's 'battle intent' into some monstrous aberration!

The black-hole-like light in his eyes condensed, and he decided to feint a strike!

He no longer paid attention to Ji's domain, but gathered all of his own 'Negation' power,

condensing it into a single point, like an invisible poison needle, and viciously stabbed it at the most active 'battle intent' within Ji's domain!

As long as he severs this 'source of contamination,' he can cut that damned connection!

However, a shocking scene occurred.

Just as his 'Negation' poison needle approached, before he could launch the attack, Ji's contaminated 'End' domain actually moved on its own!

It behaved like a food-guarding beast, instinctively sensing the threat!

Crack!

A thick layer of black ice, imbued with ultimate 'stillness' power, instantly condensed in front of the 'battle intent',

freezing the withered monk's 'Negation' poison needle and all its laws in mid‑air, immobile!

It failed!

His prideful ultimate ability to negate the meaning of all things failed so easily!

The withered monk was completely dumbfounded.

His brain, comparable to the universe's ultimate processor, produced garbled code for the first time.

Ji's domain……is protecting Sun Wukong's power?

What a joke!

It's like a germ‑phobe in the final stage desperately protecting the cancer cells on his own body!

Idiot!

Ji also noticed this, and he likewise felt a wave of nausea and irritation rising from deep within his soul.

He of course also wanted to erase that damned 'battle intent,' but he wanted even more to erase the 'Unyielding' will that was jumping about and shouting curses inside his domain!

That will was like a hooligan, in his absolute 'stillness,' pointing at his nose and calling him a pretender, saying his 'Balance' was the ultimate cowardice!

This caused his Dao Heart to, for the first time, give rise to the emotion of 'wrath'.

He reversed his grip on the Blade of End and, aiming at the withered monk's domain, unleashed a slash capable of erasing an era!

He intended to slice that gray swamp, together with the 'Unyielding' will within it, into nothingness!

But the result was the same as for the withered monk.

His blade can sever laws, end life, and even erase concepts.

But damn it, he cannot sever that 'Unyielding' will!

That will is so pure it disregards any principle; its very existence is a negation of being cut off!

The blade's light passed through his body, causing no harm.

Now it was Ji's ice‑mountain face that froze.

The two stopped their movements in unison.

They looked at their own now‑bizarre domains, then glanced at each other, their eyes showing the same shock as if they'd seen a ghost.

They were completely bound together by Sun Wukong, falling into an unsolvable dead loop!

Can't fight anymore!

If they keep fighting, their Great Dao will really be crossbred by the opponent and Sun Wukong's power together!

One who sought the stillness of all things was forced to learn combat.

One who lured all things to abandon was forced to learn resistance.

This is simply preposterous!

Swish!

Swish!

Two gazes, enough to make a Saint's Dao Heart collapse, simultaneously tore through the void, firmly Suǒdìng onto the culprit's body.

And at this moment, Sun Wukong was boredly leaning on his Golden Cudgel.

He picked out the dirt from between his fingers, brought it to his mouth, and gently blew, sending out a string of tiny sparks.

His leisurely, self-satisfied air made the earth-shaking Dao contest just moments ago seem like a boring monkey show.

Noticing their gazes, he lazily lifted his eyelids, grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

"Yo?"

He gave a hehe smile, and, aiming at those two guys with faces as black as pot bottoms, he frivolously crooked his finger.

"Why aren't you fighting?"

"Keep going!"

"It's pretty lively, I, Old Sun, am having a blast watching!"

That contemptuous look almost made the silent and withered monk's anger erupt in substance.

Sun Wukong looked at their constipated expressions, as if they'd been constipated for eons, and laughed even more gleefully.

He straightened his body, hoisted the Golden Cudgel onto his shoulder, and nonchalantly shook his head.

"How about… I, Old Sun, add a little extra for you?"

His eyes sparkled with the excitement of hoping the world would stay in chaos.

"For example, let's mix in Hongjun's old fogey's 'order' as well?"

"One forces a shutdown, one urges you to commit suicide, and another sets your rules to die by."

"How about a 'Death Three-in-One' big combo?"