Chapter 345

"Master...... Father......"

A sound not like a human voice, more like a dying beast squeezed from the deepest part of its throat—a hoarse, broken howl that Sun Wukong struggled to spit out from his mouth.

In that voice lay endless anguish, sky‑high despair, and a kind of… the bewilderment of a child who cannot find home.

Plop.

One drop.

Another drop.

Golden liquid rolled down from the corners of his blood‑red eyes.

That was not tears.

That was his Dao Heart, torn apart at this moment, spilling out Primordial Essence Blood!

Yao was completely stunned.

She had never seen Sun Wukong like this.

This monkey who fears neither heaven nor earth, who dares to smash the Heavenly Dao with a single blow,

now he is like a child abandoned by the whole world, kneeling there, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

And just at this moment.

Sun Wukong, he understood everything!

Those mysteries that had long troubled him, those clues he could never figure out,

at this instant, like streaks of black lightning, wildly linking together in his mind,

Finally piecing together a bloody truth that froze his very Divine Soul!

Master...... did not die!

He also did not turn into some damn cornerstone of the world, nor become some omnipresent Vitality!

Those are all fake! All lies!

The truth is, Master he...... was defeated in the showdown with the final black hand lurking behind the scenes!

Utterly, utterly defeated!

His Dao body was destroyed, his Divine Soul scattered!

Only this remains: the Dao Heart bearing his lifelong belief, eternal and indestructible, yet suppressed here by the enemy with such vicious, despicable means!

Using an entire civilization's "Heart-Dead" as chains!

Using the eternal stillness of countless Living Beings as a prison!

To imprison him for eternity!

To grind him away bit by bit, completely erasing him!

And all that Master left behind……

That lonely Study!

That cup of icy cold tea!

Those files recording countless failures!

That maxim: "Defeated here, yet No Regret!"

All of this is neither a trump card nor a weapon!

That is clearly Master, after his defeat, expending his last strength to give this foolish disciple of his,

leaving behind a bloody, guiding testament to the truth…… a last will!

Last will!

These two characters, like a red‑hot branding iron, were seared fiercely onto Sun Wukong's Divine Soul!

"I……I damn……how could I be so stupid!!!"

Sun Wukong suddenly lifted his head and slammed a fist hard into the void before him!

Crack!

Space, like a mirror, shattered instantly at the sound!

Endless regret and fury, like a bursting cosmic flood, instantly overwhelmed Sun Wukong's reason!

He hated!

He hated himself for being so stupid!

He hated himself for being so foolish!

Master had already laid everything before him, yet he was like a blind man, understanding nothing!

He still arrogantly fought those damn arbiters and damn apostles outside, to the death!

He also smugly thought he had uncovered some earth‑shaking conspiracy!

He even personally laid the strongest seal upon this Prison that confined Master!

What has he done!

He is nothing but an idiot!

A ridiculous, foolish, great idiot under heaven!

"Ahhhhh—!!!"

Sun Wukong raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl; in that voice, there was no longer any of his former arrogance and recklessness.

Only endless sorrow, endless regret, and a murderous intent vast enough to ignite the entire Multiverse!

Yao was shaken by this roar, stumbling back repeatedly, her Pale Complexion like paper.

She watched the maddened Sun Wukong, watched the golden blood‑tears streaming from his eyes; her heart felt as if gripped by an invisible hand, painful enough to steal her breath.

She finally understood what that imprisoned heart truly meant for Sun Wukong.

Ong—!

At the moment when Sun Wukong's killing intent rose to its peak!

A staff, its entire body showing an eerie gray-white hue, as if it had absorbed all the light in the world, appeared silently in his hand!

It was, the Golden Cudgel!

This staff, which had accompanied him his whole life, had followed him to storm the Lingxiao heavens and had also followed him to wreak havoc in the underworld, was made of Divine Iron,

At this moment, it seemed to also feel its master's heart-rending pain and fury!

The gray-white staff began to tremble violently!

It emitted wave after wave of a high-pitched hum, like a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl!

Sun Wukong slowly rose from the ground.

He straightened his spine, which had never bent before any existence.

He raised his hand, and with his rough hand back, fiercely wiped away the golden blood-tears on his face.

His motion was slow, and he exerted great force.

As if to completely wipe away all weakness and regret from his face!

When he lifted his head again, his blood-red eyes held not a trace of sorrow.

Only one thing remained: pure to the extreme, icy to the extreme… killing!

"No matter who you are…"

Sun Wukong's voice was hoarse and low, yet like a series of poisoned daggers,

Piercing through endless spacetime, it firmly Suǒdìng the dark void that bound his master's Dao Heart!

"No matter where you hide in a dark corner!"

"Today!"

"I, Old Sun, will drag you out alive from that son-of-a-bitch ditch!"

"I will crush your bones, inch by inch!"

"I will grind your Divine Soul to nothing, thread by thread!"

"I will… you…"

"Crush! Corpse! Ten thousand! Sections!!!"

Those last four words were almost spat out from between his teeth, one word at a time!

The moment his words fell!

He moved!

But he did not go to smash those damned Living Chains that bound his master's Dao Heart.

Because he knew, that would be useless!

Those chains, the entire world, and the souls of the countless Living Dead are all connected!

As long as this world does not perish, as long as those souls do not scatter, the chains will never break!

To save his master, there is only one way!

That is… to overturn the table!

Smash this whole damned chessboard, together with that self-important bastard who thinks he's playing, into utter ruin!

Boom—!

An unprecedented aura, terrifying enough to make myriad Dao wail, erupted with a roar from within Sun Wukong, shooting straight up!

He poured all of his strength!

He poured his lifetime's Dao Fruit!

He poured everything he had into the Golden Cudgel in his hand at this moment, without reservation, wildly!

That unruly 【thing】, which wants to let this Heaven no longer cover his eyes, is the Way of the Equal Heaven!

That which carries his master's will of Creation and Protection, the Void Seed!

That which was forcibly devoured from Old Man Hongjun, representing the absolute Fixed Number, the Primordial Source of Order!

And……

That stone-born 【monkey】, who from birth defied Heaven, Earth, gods, and Buddhas,

who defied any rule, any fate, the purest, most stubborn, most lawless…

Monkey Heart!

Variable!

Fixed Number!

Creation!

Protection!

Unyielding!

Stubborn!

All of everything, all Dao, all thoughts, at this moment, were forcibly blended together by him in the most overbearing, Irrational way!

Poured into that gray-white iron staff!

Ong-ong-ong-ong—!

The Golden Cudgel emitted an unbearable intense hum, and upon its gray-white body began to appear golden, profound, chaotic patterns!

That was the Variable and Fixed Number clashing!

That was Creation and Destruction colliding!

That was the ultimate composition, written by Sun Wukong with his whole life, the wildest, most chaotic, and also the strongest!

Yao had already watched, entranced.

She could feel that Sun Wukong was doing something, incredibly, incredibly dangerous!

He was forcibly pressing together water and fire, light and darkness, life and death—these things that could never coexist!

One slip, and he wouldn't even need an enemy to act—he himself would be blown apart by this terrifying force, not a trace of his true spirit left!

Yet on Sun Wukong's face, there was not a hint of hesitation, nor a hint of fear!

He simply stared fixedly ahead, his blood-red eyes burning with resolute madness!

He knew, this was the final, and also the most difficult, exam left by his Master!

No hints!

No answer!

All there was, was this prison before him, imprisoning his Master's Dao Heart—a desperate cage!

And he would use this staff to submit his final answer!

Finally!

All his power was perfectly poured into the Golden Cudgel!

That grayish-white iron rod stopped trembling.

It hovered silently in Sun Wukong's hand, looking utterly ordinary.

Not a trace of aura leaked out, like the most ordinary firewood stick.

But Yao knew, within this iron rod's interior, lay a force capable of shattering this multiverse,

together with its past, present, and future, utterly smashing them into nothingness—this ultimate power!

Sun Wukong slowly, slowly, raised the iron rod in his hand high.

His gaze pierced the giant statue, pierced the imprisoned heart, pierced the endless void.

Finally, it settled upon that figure—still alone, standing in the darkness, as if bearing the weight of the whole world—his Master's back.

"Master..."

He whispered softly, his voice carrying a hint of childlike longing.

"Watch closely..."

"The skills you taught me, I, Old Sun, use them like this!"

The words fell.

The muscles in his arm, raised high with the iron rod, bulged instantly.

He exerted all his strength, all his lifelong will, aiming at the darkness ahead that imprisoned everything.

He smashed down, hard and hard!

"Give! Me! Break!!!"