Chapter 365: Master's Study, Collapsed

Sun Wukong's utterly mad roar actually made that omnipresent,

The thought full of mockery and ridicule actually showed a momentary stagnation.

It had never seen such a failure.

After being completely eroded by the power of Negation and the Dao Heart utterly collapsing, instead of a wail,

Not begging for mercy, but rather… wanting to… devour this force?

This monkey is truly mad.

Or rather, he has never been normal!

However, this astonishment lasted less than an instant.

The next moment, that cold thought once again became playful.

"Interesting."

"What an interesting struggle."

"Then… as you wish."

"Let you eat your fill."

Boom!!!

It seemed to have received some command, and the gray Negativity force that had been slowly eroding Sun Wukong suddenly surged a hundred million times!

It was no longer permeation, no longer corrosion!

It turned into a gray ocean vast enough to engulf the entire Multiverse, carrying the Terrifying Will to devour everything, to negate everything,

It fiercely poured into Sun Wukong's openly opened Divine Soul!

"Ugh ah ah ah ah——!!!"

Indescribable intense pain instantly burst!

That was not bodily pain.

Nor was it the pain of the Divine Soul being torn apart.

That was a kind of… 'existence' itself being forcibly erased, the ultimate torment!

Sun-Wu-Kong, these three characters, are being erased from the root of the Great Dao!

Great Sage Equal to Heaven, this title, is becoming a meaningless joke!

His memories, his emotions, his pride, his everything… are all in that gray ocean,

Being melted, broken down, reduced to the most primitive, a void!

Sun Wukong's divine awareness, under this terrifying impact, almost would be scattered on the spot!

His remaining sliver of will is like a tiny boat wildly spinning in a raging storm, ready to capsize at any moment!

No!

Cannot be here!

Here, he can't even sustain a breath!

The only… the only refuge…

At the moment before consciousness completely dissipated, Sun Wukong exerted his last strength, forcibly tearing his shattered divine awareness from his flesh!

Return!

Return to…… the deepest part of the Sea of Consciousness!

Return to…… the solitary Study left by his Master!

Hum!

A wave of the world spinning!

When Sun Wukong's divine awareness re-coalesced, he had already returned to that familiar place.

But the sight before him made his already broken heart sink again.

Study…… is collapsing!

With his Dao Heart completely shattered, this mental world built from his thoughts and his Master's Dao Rhythm also reached the brink of destruction.

Boom—rumble!

A row of towering bookshelves reaching from heaven to earth collapsed with a roar!

On it were hundreds of millions of jade slips recording the birth and death of countless universes,

Like fragile tiles, they crackled and shattered everywhere, turning into the darkest dust.

Crack!

The beams overhead snapped one after another, huge wood chips and rubble pouring down like a rainstorm.

The whole world was heading toward its end.

All were returning to Chaos.

And the source of that destruction was precisely the eerie blank scroll hovering in the center of the Study!

That Blank representing Absolute Malice is now frantically expanding!

It was like a greedy black hole, devouring the bookshelves, devouring the jade slips, devouring the beams…… devouring everything in this mental world!

Sun Wukong watched this scene, his mad expression gradually fading.

In its place came an extreme, deathly-silent self-mockery.

"Heh……"

He let out a light laugh.

Even the last refuge, the last thought, are they to be taken away?

That's fine.

Fine.

Anyway, it's all a loss.

Anyway, it's all meaningless.

He simply gave up all struggle, lying face-up on the icy, continually cracking ground like a puddle of mud.

He was too lazy to even look at the blank screen frenziedly devouring everything.

He just lay there, his eyes dull, watching the roof as it split apart, preparing to quietly watch his inner world descend into utter destruction.

Let it be like this.

Tired.

Boom!

Another huge beam crashed down, landing not far beside him.

But strangely, it didn't hit the ground.

It landed on an ordinary desk.

Then, the beam, harder than Divine Iron, shattered like tofu upon hitting the desk, silently turning into sky‑filling powder!

And the desk remained unmoved.

Sun Wukong's hollow eyeballs twitched slightly without thought.

His gaze fell upon the desk.

That…… desk once used by his Master.

He saw it.

In a doomsday scene where the whole world collapses and all things are devoured by the power of Negation.

Only that desk……

Only that desk, which looks utterly ordinary and even a bit worn……

And……

And that piece of tortoise shell, casually taken by his Master to prop up the desk's short leg, broken, dust‑covered……

The two of them just stood there quietly.

The surrounding space twisted and shattered.

The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank.

But they seemed to exist in another dimension, as stable as Mount Tai, as solid as a rock, utterly unaffected by this doomsday scene!

It was like……

Like an immovable reef amidst raging waves!

Sun Wukong's breath halted.

His mind, on the verge of total silence, felt as if struck by a bolt of creation‑lightning!

A thought.

A thought absurd to the extreme, yet so real it made his scalp tingle, shot up wildly from the depths of his mind!

Why?

Damn it…… why is this?!

Why is the whole study about to collapse, yet this broken desk and this rotten tortoise shell are completely unharmed?!

His eyes, devoid of all spirit, widened suddenly!

He no longer lay waiting to die!

He struggled, using his elbows and knees, exerting the last shred of his strength,

Like a fish out of water, he painfully inched his way toward the desk!

On the ground, the shattered bamboo‑slip fragments lacerated his divine soul, yet he felt nothing.

He simply stared, stared hard at the desk!

Staring at that…… tortoise shell he'd previously been too lazy to glance at a second time!

Finally, he reached the desk.

He lay prone on the ground, like a devout believer gazing up at his deity.

His gaze, like two red‑hot awls, pierced the tortoise shell!

Before, he thought his Master's words "Vitality lies in the tortoise shell" referred to the shell itself!

It could be a map!

It could be a magic treasure!

It could be an invincible weapon!

So he focused all his attention on the shell's "function"!

He wondered how to "use" it!

But now……

He watched the strange sight before him.

Watching the tortoise shell standing unmoved amidst the doomsday.

Watching it…… serving as a desk‑leg prop, utterly humble, plain, and utterly unremarkable!

A single overlooked keyword, like billions of thunderclaps, exploded simultaneously in his mind!

His Master's original words were……

"The sole vitality…… is that piece, I used to prop the desk leg…… tortoise shell!"

Prop! Desk! Leg!

Boom!!!!

Sun Wukong's brain, at this moment, completely blew up!

A blank!

He understood!

Damn it, he understood everything!

Ridiculous!

I, Sun Wukong...... am truly the most ridiculous fool under Heaven!!!

He was wrong!

He was wrong from the very beginning!

Master's hint wasn't at all pointing to some earth-shattering use for this turtle shell!

Master's meaning was never the turtle shell itself!

But rather......

But rather the act of 'propping up the table leg'!!!

It's this action he couldn't even be bothered to look at, the most humble, most down-to-earth action!

This is truly the genuine, unique…… solution left by Master to break the deadlock!!!