Chapter 339: A Warning from Outside the Lock

"Death Triple Combo" big set?

Upon hearing Sun Wukong's contemptible proposal, the faces of Ji and the withered monk were beyond ugly.

It is the ultimate humiliation and rage—being slammed to the ground by someone's most vicious scheme and having a huge lump of feces shoved into one's mouth.

One embodies an end, the other embodies denial.

Both are terrifying beings at the top of the multiverse's food chain.

When did we get spun around by a monkey using such underhanded tricks?

Ji's Dao heart, that eternal silent ice plain, has now been cracked with countless bottomless chasms.

Within it surges only Sun Wukong's damned, unreasonable fighting spirit.

The withered monk's "Gospel" domain has completely turned into a mental asylum.

Inside are nothing but lunatics stirred up by Sun Wukong's unwilling will.

They no longer seek peace, but scream to smash everything, even the greatest prison—life itself!

These two Dao, after being "modded," have been forcibly welded together!

Fighting, is not an option.

Not fighting, is not an option either.

They realized for the first time that this monkey, who seems to only speak with fists, when he plays dirty tricks, is more disgusting than anyone.

Seeing Ji and the withered monk's constipated expressions spanning eons, Sun Wukong's heart blossomed with joy.

His scheme today is actually as simple as it can possibly be.

Don't you both like to keep the world "quiet"?

Sure!

Then I, Old Sun, will let you two start fighting, making this universe even more "noisy"!

Let you experience firsthand what it feels like to have the thing you hate most!

"How?"

Sun Wukong took the golden hoop staff from his shoulder, lightly tapping one end in the void, sending out rippling shockwaves.

He glanced sideways at the two figures whose faces were black enough to drip ink.

"Out of words?"

"Or should I, Old Sun, give you another demonstration?"

"Guaranteed honest and thorough service!"

These words are like tossing a lit match into two gunpowder barrels about to explode!

"Enough!"

In Ji's icy voice, for the first time, an unstoppable, violent killing intent appeared.

"Noisy monkey..."

The withered monk also slowly lifted his head; his black-hole eyes no longer held pity, but pure coldness, wanting to reduce everything to "nothing."

At the moment when they both prepared to sacrifice anything, even if the Dao were tainted, to utterly exterminate Sun Wukong, the troublemaker.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

An indescribable will, surpassing the comprehension of all present beings, descended.

This will bears no malice.

Nor does it bear kindness.

It even lacks emotion.

It is like a lofty programmer reviewing three buggy programs on his screen.

Ji's "Apocalypse" domain instantly solidified, all its violent fighting intent reduced to primordial particles, daring not to move an inch.

The withered monk's "Gospel" domain receded like a tide, all its rebellious anthems bowing their heads in shame before this will.

Sun Wukong's golden hoop staff, borne on his shoulder, became as heavy as a mountain, nearly crushing his breath.

He felt as if stripped naked, his soul and every hair laid bare for all to see.

No secrets remain.

Yet, under this gaze capable of shattering a saint's Dao heart, Sun Wukong felt no fear at all.

His very blood boiled instantly!

Here it comes!

Damn!

Finally, it's here!

The one hidden behind countless chains, even his master finds troublesome, the true mastermind!

The one outside the "seal"!

This is the true enemy he has been seeking!

The withered monk and Ji also, before this will, rarely showed expressions of utmost gravity.

Obviously, they also know the origin of this entity.

Even they themselves are extensions of this will, or rather... tools.

The next moment.

A message, without passing through any language or divine sense, suddenly,

was directly imprinted into the deepest souls of Sun Wukong, Ji, and the withered monk.

【Farce, ends here.】

These five words are icy, indifferent, devoid of any feeling.

Yet it harbors an absolute, indisputable, irresistible majesty.

It was like a supreme chess master extending a finger, lightly tapping three pieces on the board, warning them not to move again.

Sun Wukong felt the icy brand in his Divine Soul, yet instead of being intimidated, he grinned and smiled silently.

He laughed with boundless arrogance, boundless defiance.

A farce?

What a farce!

In the eyes of those lofty beings, his all‑out struggle, everything he guarded, turned out to be merely a farce.

Very good.

Excellent!

One day, this old monkey will smash your chessboard, along with you, the player!

Unlike Sun Wukong's arrogance, the withered monk, that monster cloaked in the Tathagata's skin,

Upon receiving this message, his zombie‑like face actually showed a trace of almost reverent awe.

He faced the endless void, slowly and respectfully performing a Buddhist rite.

That posture was like a humble devotee worshipping his supreme god.

After completing the rite, his form began to fade gradually, like ink dissolving in water, eventually vanishing completely.

In Deathly Silence, he did not perform the rite.

On his ice‑mountain face, no emotion could be seen.

He merely stared deeply, deeply at Sun Wukong.

That gaze was very complex.

It held icy killing intent, resentment at being interrupted, and a hint... of barely perceptible wariness.

Afterward, he raised his head and glanced at the empty void.

In the end, he said nothing.

Grasping the long blade named End, he turned and took a step.

His figure vanished like a stone dropped into a lake, disappearing without a trace within the rippling space.

A disturbance capable of shaking the entire Multiverse was forcibly halted by a greater power.

The entire battlefield once again fell into Deathly Silence.

Only Sun Wukong remained, and that invisible, intangible yet omnipresent Supreme Will.

Sun Wukong bore the Golden Cudgel, standing still like an eternal statue.

He knew those two fellows had merely been driven away.

And he was the true protagonist of this 'farce'.

Next, it was his turn.

Indeed.

After Deathly Silence and the withered Tathagata departed, that scrutinizing will focused all its attention on Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong felt the pressure on his body increase a hundred‑million‑fold in an instant!

The void beneath his feet began to crack inch by inch, as if unable to withstand this 'gaze'.

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, the Way of the Equal Heaven within him running wild, golden aura surging skyward, desperately resisting that pressure.

He held his neck stiff, like a stubborn bull that would rather die than yield, his eyes full of provocation.

Come on!

If you want to fight, then fight!

If you want to kill, then kill!

Don't just hide behind like a voyeur!

However, that will did not act against him.

It merely sent another icy message.

This message was no longer aimed at everyone, but directed solely at Sun Wukong.

【Variable……contaminated.】

Sun Wukong's pupils contracted sharply!

He instinctively looked at the grayish 'rust spot' on his arm!

Contamination!

That word struck his heart like a heavy hammer!

That lofty being knows!

It knows the origin of that 'rust spot'!

It knows Absolute Malice!

Before Sun Wukong could recover from his shock.

That will then gave its 'diagnosis'.

Four icy words, leaving no room for negotiation, like a final verdict, were brutally branded onto his soul.

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