Chapter 364

Sun Wukong knelt in that expanse of nothingness.

He knelt there, motionless, like a stone weathered by time.

His gaze, empty, stared ahead at the ultimate prison he himself had reinforced, now blazing with golden light and divine majesty.

Every divine chain of order within it was like a poison‑dripping mockery, brutally branded upon his divine soul.

He did not cry.

He could not cry.

He merely laughed.

A silent laugh, more desperate and ugly than any wail.

His shoulders shuddered violently, his chest emitting a hoarse, bellows‑like "hah‑hah" sound.

On the face that once defied heaven and dared to scorn the gods of the Three Realms, now only twisted, near‑spasmodic muscles remained.

He lost.

He lost.

He lost utterly.

He lost in a ridiculous, laughable way.

Sun Wukong, this Great Sage Equal to Heaven who thought he had stepped beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements,

had merely become the most perfect, most obedient final link in the enemy's plan.

He was not some breaker of the stalemate.

He didn't even qualify as a pawn.

He was a craftsman.

A diligent craftsman who exhausted his lifeblood, using his lifetime Dao Fruit to forge for the enemy the most perfect prison… a foolish craftsman.

Is there anything more laughable than this?

Is there anything more humiliating than this defeat?

Humiliation!

An unprecedented feeling of humiliation, like a hundred million red‑hot volcanoes erupting simultaneously within his chest!

That magma, capable of scorching heaven and boiling the sea, madly struck his limbs and bones, searing every inch of his divine soul!

He wanted to go mad!

He wanted to roar!

He wanted to detonate his already shattered body, to blast this damned burial ground,

this blinding golden prison, and everything in heaven and earth, to smash it all to pieces!

But…

He no longer had the strength to lift a single finger.

His Dao Heart, shattered.

When he personally slipped that iron rod into the lock, when he saw the myriad divine chains being reforged,

the monkey heart he relied on for survival—fearless of heaven and earth—was utterly reduced to powder.

Now the only thing sustaining his body was boundless regret and a deep‑bone loathing of himself…

At that moment.

"Kieh kieh kieh…"

A thought, a thought brimming with endless mockery and teasing, like an invisible breeze,

from all sides, slowly, gently, brushing past Sun Wukong's ears.

That voice carried no emotion, yet it was colder than the world's most vicious curse.

"Look."

"What a perfect work of art."

That thought seemed to adopt Sun Wukong's perspective, admiring that golden‑light prison, its tone filled with genuine praise.

"A prison of despair forged from hope."

"A shackle of eternity polished by struggle."

"And you…"

The "gaze" of that thought slowly fell upon the kneeling Sun Wukong, carrying a hint of amusement,

a hint of appreciation, a hint of pleasure as a creator feels toward his finest work.

"My most outstanding craftsman… Sun Wukong."

"Boom!!!"

Those lightly spoken words were like an invisible hammer weighing billions of jun, striking hard,

without flourish, smashing onto his already shattered Dao Heart!

"Pfft—!"

Sun Wukong could no longer hold back, another mouthful of golden divine blood spurted out!

He jerked his head up, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the empty void, seeking the source of that voice.

But he could see nothing!

The enemy, not even deigning to reveal his true form before this defeated wretch!

And something even more terrifying happened!

As his Dao Heart utterly collapsed, the mockery from the hidden hand behind the scenes acted like a catalyst,

completely detonating the latent, most deadly "bomb" within him!

That gray "rust spot" on his arm!

At this moment, it is no longer lurking, no longer devouring!

It has gone mad!

It was like a shark that had smelled blood, and in a previously unseen frenzy, it began to spread wildly across Sun Wukong's entire body!

"Zila——"

That is the sound of the Dao being corroded!

Sun Wukong watched helplessly as, upon his Dao body that had once been indestructible through eons and Vajra indestructible,

Patch after patch of gray spots spread rapidly like the most venomous moss!

He felt his Way of the Equal Heaven being "corroded"!

He felt that his will to fight Heaven and Earth was losing its "meaning"!

He felt his unyielding pride was becoming "ridiculous"!

He felt...

He felt himself being denied from the root!

All that he had been, all that he had resisted, all that he had protected……all that he had once taken pride in,

All the things he had fought for tirelessly, under this terrifying power of "Negation", quickly faded, turned pale, and became worthless!

He was being assimilated!

He was turning into a pile……of meaningless, cold……scrap iron!

Consciousness, began to blur.

Divine Soul, began to sink.

He felt an unprecedented fatigue.

Just like this.

If you lose, you lose.

Anyway……it's also meaningless.

Better……just go to sleep like this.

Just as his eyelids grew heavier, about to be completely swallowed by that boundless darkness.

A soft, faintly dream‑tinged glimmer came from behind him.

That……was Yao?

He instinctively turned his head.

He saw it.

In the valley formed from the ribs of a demon god in the distance, within the nine hundred ninety‑nine golden seals he had set up,

Yao lay there quietly, her breath weak, sunk into a deep coma.

On her face still lingered the pallor caused by the exhaustion of the Primordial Source.

Even in her coma, her brow remained slightly furrowed, as if worried about something.

Sun Wukong's gaze froze.

His consciousness, about to sink, jerked to a halt at the moment he saw Yao.

A thought.

A simple to the point of being absurd thought, almost laughable, went mad,

Without any regard for Principle, it burst forth from the depths of his mind, which was about to fall into utter Deathly Silence!

I……if I were gone……

Who will protect her?

This thought was so weak.

Yet it was also……resolute!

It was like a nail!

A red‑hot steel nail, burning with endless obsession, was driven fiercely into his mind, which was about to collapse and fragment,

It became……

The sole support!

Boom!!!

As if Chaos Realm had just begun, as if Heaven and Earth were being reset!

Sun Wukong's scattered pupils, at this moment, reconverged!

The flame named "will," which was about to be extinguished, was reignited at this moment in a manner that could be called savage!

He can't just end like this!

He can lose!

He can die!

But he cannot just be pathetically 'rusted' to death by the enemy in this way!

"Ha……"

A low, deep growl, as if coming from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, was forced out of his throat with difficulty.

He suddenly lifted his head!

In his eyes, there was no longer emptiness and despair, but instead they were filled with endless blood-red, a towering madness and ferocity!

"You…… want…… me…… to admit defeat?"

His voice was hoarse, like two rusted iron plates scraping against each other.

You damn...

Dreaming!!!

An earth-shattering roar exploded in this deathly silent Wanshen Fenchang!

He did not resist the force of 'Negation' that was madly eroding his Dao body.

Because he knew, resistance was meaningless!

He instead...

He did something that even the behind-the-scenes black hand found shocking, an action crazy to the extreme!

He no longer resisted!

He actually proactively and thoroughly opened his own shattered Divine Soul!

Like a man starving for eons who finally sees the Manchu-Han feast, the Taotie,

Toward that gray force trying to 'rust' him into scrap iron, he sent out the wildest invitation!

Come on!!!

Sun Wukong's eyes blood-red, his expression mad, he let out a hysterical roar at the formless void!

Not enough!!!

Your weak strength! Are you just scratching an itch for Old Sun!

Come! All of you, come over to me!

Let Old Sun... taste your flavor!!!

He's gone crazy!

He's completely crazy!

He actually wants to proactively embrace this 'Negation' capable of destroying everything!

He wants to...

He swallowed it!!!