Chapter 363: with translation of chapter title

That beam of light was neither gold nor gray.

It was a Color that mixed brilliant golden radiance with Deathly Silence's ashen defeat, an utterly bizarre hue!

Within the light lay two utterly opposing yet perfectly fused terrifying Dao Rhythms!

One kind, it was the supreme Order from Hongjun that Sun Wukong hated most right now!

The other was the most fundamental Negation of everything—Absolute Malice—inherent in this battlefield, this gate, and even the mastermind behind it!

This gold‑gray shockwave, the moment it burst forth from the gate, had already Suǒdìng its target!

Its target was not the Sun Wukong who had become a stray dog, his Dao Heart shattered.

Rather, it was the entity before the gate, formed from endless resentment and chaotic malice, the most 'unstable' and least 'Order' existence—the stitch‑monster!

"What……"

The stitch‑monster's manic Smile on its face froze solid the instant that light blazed forth!

Upon its hundreds of millions of distorted faces, for the first time there appeared a pure shock and Fear Heart Demon rising from the depths of its Línghún!

Run!

This was its sole thought!

This thought was not even generated by itself, but was the whisper of Absolute Malice that formed its core,

When facing such a nemesis‑like power, it was the most instinctive shriek it let out!

It wanted to move!

It wanted to tear open space and flee this place!

But it horrifiedly discovered that its massive form, composed of countless divine‑demon resentments,

At this moment it was as if poured into ancient profound ice, unable to budge even a bit!

A supreme Order power, like an invisible shackle, nailed it firmly to the spot!

To it, this power was nothing less than deadly poison!

It is formed from the most chaotic resentment and the most disordered malice.

Its very existence is the greatest provocation and desecration of the word 'Order'!

And now, this purest Order, even empowered by Negation, descended as divine punishment!

Snicker—

There was no earth‑shattering Cànjiào.

There was no strained struggle.

Not even a trace of resistance.

When that gold‑gray light, like a silent wave, lightly brushed over the stitch‑monster's massive form.

An unbelievable scene occurred.

That horror monster, said to be immortal in this graveyard, formed from the resentment of three thousand demon gods and the desperate stitching of countless Sun Wukongs.

Just like a handful of dirty snow under the scorching summer sun.

At a speed beyond reason, it began to rapidly, silently…… melt!

Its flesh, its bones, its resentment, its malice……

All traces of its existence, beneath this gold‑gray light, were thoroughly 'purified',

Wiped clean from existence, causality, time, and every level!

Not even a speck of dust remained!

Pfft!

The ripple of that energy, like a leaf in a gale, fiercely swept Sun Wukong.

His already tottering body could no longer hold up, and he flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

Boom—he slammed heavily into a distant bone mountain piled from demon god corpses, shaking loose countless huge bones that shattered and flew apart.

Another mouthful of golden Divine Blood spurted out, dyeing the white bones beneath him a blinding gold‑red.

But he could not even begin to care about that heart‑piercing, bone‑aching pain.

He merely stared wide‑eyed, dumbfounded at the empty void ahead, his mind a total Blank.

Dead?

That indestructible monster that had driven him to desperation…… just…… died like that?

Having been…… taken out by him…… in the most stupid, ridiculous way……?

What is this?

What the hell is this supposed to be?!

An enemy that I had schemed against with all my wits, even burning my Dao Fruit to no avail, could not be harmed in the slightest.

But in the end, it was accidentally cleared away because of my own colossal mistake, one worthy of lifelong regret?

This feeling……

Like someone who tries to shoot himself, misses, but accidentally kills the enemy who has always wanted him dead but could never be killed!

Absurd!

Ridiculous!

Laughable to the extreme!

A feeling of suffocating frustration and bewilderment, impossible to put into words, lodged painfully in Sun Wukong's chest, almost making him cough up blood again!

After the energy impact, the entire blood‑stained battlefield once again fell into that suffocating Deathly Silence.

Hum……

A soft chime.

The gray-white Tiěbàng that had triggered all of this, after completing the "charge" and "recoil," actually flew out slowly from the groove at the center of the gate.

It traced a lonely arc in the air, and with a soft "pat" it fell not far from Sun Wukong, kicking up a handful of reddish-brown dust.

Sun Wukong's gaze locked tightly onto that Tiěbàng.

His eyes were infinitely complex.

There was hatred, anger, regret…… but more than that, it was a Fear Heart Demon that sprang from the depths of his marrow.

He could clearly feel it.

This Tiěbàng, after undergoing that strange "operation" just now, seemed to have undergone some subtle changes he could not put into words.

If we say that the Order power belonging to Hongjun inside it before was a turbulent, raging river full of impurities and Hongjun's personal will.

But now!

This river, as if that terrifying gate had used it as a "filter," had been brutally purified!

All impurities, all of Hongjun's imprints, were completely filtered, absorbed, and devoured!

What remained was the purest, most primordial, and coldest…… Order!

This power was even more terrifying and pure than when Hongjun himself controlled it!

This Tiěbàng had become stronger.

But Sun Wukong's heart sank deeper than an endless abyss.

He struggled, crawling up from the pile of corpses.

With every movement, his bones groaned under the strain, and the dense cracks on his Dao foundation sent out heart-rending pain.

But he seemed to feel nothing.

Step by step, with great difficulty, he walked to the front of that Tiěbàng.

He reached out his hand, wanting to pick up the Tiěbàng.

But his hand trembled violently in mid‑air, hesitating to drop down.

He was afraid.

He was truly afraid.

He feared that if he picked up this Tiěbàng, he would again do something irredeemably foolish!

But in the end, he still took a deep breath and gripped it tightly in his hand!

A cold sensation came.

That extremely pure Order power flowed along his palm and surged into his body once again.

This time, it was not violent as before, but rather gentle, like a domestic dog,

and it was clearly distinct from his shattered Equal Heaven Path Primordial Source, neither infringing on the other.

But Sun Wukong's heart was colder than being frozen in ten‑thousand‑year ice.

The battlefield once again returned to absolute Deathly Silence.

That troublesome gate‑guarding beast was dealt with by him in the most outrageous way.

Now, the entire Wanshen Fenchang had only him left.

A broken Dao Heart, an exhausted lamp‑oil failure.

And there was still…

which he had personally reinforced into an impregnable ultimate Prison so sturdy that even gods and buddhas would despair.

Sun Wukong slowly raised his head.

His gaze pierced the air thick with blood and death, once again falling upon the golden gate standing at the ends of heaven and earth.

There, radiant golden light shone, exuding divine majesty.

Countless strands formed by the combined power of Order and Negation constituted the supreme divine chain,

like awakening golden dragons that bound the gate tightly, leaving no gap.

Not to mention opening it.

Sun Wukong even felt that even if ten thousand copies of himself at his peak came,

bombarding this Prison for hundreds of millions of years would likely leave not a trace on it.

He looked at the Tiěbàng in his hand.

Then he looked at the distant gate, as solid as gold and moat.

Despair.

Boundless despair, like the darkest tide, completely engulfed all his thoughts and spirit.

He wanted to cry.

But his eye sockets could not shed a single tear.

He wanted to laugh.

But the curve of his mouth turned up was more sorrowful than the world's most mournful wail.

Finally.

This was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who once caused havoc in Heaven and shattered the Lingxiao.

This was the victor who had just, by the most absurd means, eradicated an immortal great enemy.

On his face, slowly, slowly, there appeared a smile that was uglier than crying by countless folds.