Chapter 371: The Golden Hooped Staff Needs an Upgrade

Sun Wukong slowly withdrew his gaze.

The supreme will in that void, after he nibbled at it like a tonic, fell completely silent.

Like an angry young wife who can do nothing about it.

Sun Wukong couldn't be bothered with it anymore.

His feeling now was better than ever before.

The newborn Chaos Dao inside him was like a well-fed giant dragon, lazily coiled in his limbs and bones.

The gold, gray, and black Dao rhythms flowed slowly, forming a perfect, self-contained cycle.

He felt that with a single thought he could reverse the Milky Way and reshape all Dao.

This feeling was a hundred times more exhilarating than when he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace back then!

His gaze slowly moved downward.

Finally, it landed on the iron staff lying quietly beside his foot.

After Hongjun's Primordial Source of Order was filtered through the gate, this iron staff turned pure gray-white.

Cold, solid, filled with the aura of absolute Fixed Number.

Sun Wukong bent down and picked it up.

In hand, it felt like a pure conceptual weight.

It felt as if he weren't holding a staff, but the entirety of the universe's rules.

He hefted it.

"Tsk."

A sound of disdainful lip-smacking rang out especially clear in this deathly silent Wanshen Fenchang.

"Just having order isn't enough."

Sun Wukong shook his head, as if evaluating a defective tool.

"Too rigid."

"Stiff as an old stubborn mule, completely boring."

He recalled his Master's "table leg wedge" Dao.

That was an unreasonable utilitarianism, a bastard logic that would overturn any board to achieve its goal.

And this staff, full of Hongjun's essence, was the very epitome of "reasoning."

This won't do.

It's not cool at all.

"Since you're following me, Old Sun, you've got to take on my color."

Sun Wukong grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

That smile was full of ill intent.

The next moment.

He extended his left index finger to his lips and, without hesitation, bit down!

"Pfft!"

A drop of unusual blood seeped from his fingertip.

That drop of blood was not pure gold.

But a miniature chaos vortex!

Within it lay the defiant crimson gold representing Equal Heaven!

There was the icy gray-white representing Order!

And there was the deathly silent black representing Termination!

The three extreme forces, in that tiny drop of blood, wildly tangled and spun, yet strangely maintained a delicate balance!

Chaos Dao Blood!

This is the essence of Sun Wukong's Dao Fruit!

He flicked his finger.

That drop of Chaos Dao Blood slowly drifted toward the gray-white iron staff.

Finally, it landed lightly on the staff's surface.

There was no earth-shaking boom.

Only a sound……

"Voom——!"

A scream of agony and resistance, as if from the depths of the soul, exploded from within the staff!

The whole iron staff, like a living thing splashed with strong acid, shuddered violently!

Gray-white light flashed wildly, a pure force of Order at its extreme,

transforming into countless fine rune chains that desperately tried to repel the invading drop of Chaos Dao Blood!

It resisted!

It struggled!

Hongjun's Dao, even though its master is dead, its imprint deep in the treasure's "purity" will not allow any "impurity" to contaminate it!

"Heh!"

"You dare to throw a tantrum at me?"

Seeing this, Sun Wukong not only didn't withdraw, but let out a cold laugh.

That smile was full of the teasing thought, "Let's see how long you can hold out."

He suddenly stretched out his big hand and seized the violently trembling iron staff!

The moment his palm made contact, it felt like grasping billions of violent bolts of lightning!

That resisting force was so powerful it could instantly tear apart a Saint!

Give face, don't be shameless!

Sun Wukong raised his brow, and his gaze instantly became overbearing to the extreme.

The Chaos Dao within his body rumbled into motion!

The majestic chaos force, fusing three ultimate powers, like a burst star river, poured frenziedly and savagely along his arm into the iron staff!

Let me—merge!

A domineering low growl!

This was no longer refining a magical treasure.

This damn thing, it's simply using the most brutal method to carry out an inhumane "thought reform"!

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz—!

The iron staff's wail became sharper and more mournful!

Its color began to alternate frenziedly at a dizzying speed!

At times, it was the icy bone‑chilling gray‑white representing Order!

At times, it was the all‑consuming pitch black representing End!

At times, it was the defiant, untamable crimson gold representing Equal Heaven!

Three colors, three Dao rhythms, inside the tiny staff, collided frenziedly, tore, and conquered!

It seemed as if three utterly different worlds inside were waging an endless apocalyptic war!

The entire Wanshen Fenchang was thrown into chaos by the terrifying aura leaking out!

Countless demon gods' corpses, in the aftermath of this power, turned to dust!

Still pretty stubborn.

Sun Wukong paid no heed, merely increasing the force.

In his eyes, the chaos vortex spun wildly, and his No Regret monkey heart beat like a war drum, "thump thump"!

An even more overbearing, irrational will crushed all resistance within the iron staff!

Aren't you pure?

I'll just muddy you up!

Aren't you one to follow rules?

I'll let you taste what it means to be unreasonable!

Sun Wukong was like a stubborn bully pressing a proud scholar, forcing him to roll in the mire together!

Gradually.

Perhaps a day.

Perhaps a year.

The iron staff's struggle began to weaken.

The alternation of those three colors was no longer sharply distinct, but began to show hints of blending and blur.

Finally.

After a long, mournful wail as if all strength had been exhausted.

All light gathered in.

All struggle ceased.

The once‑world‑shaking Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff, the gray‑white iron staff fused with Hongjun's order, fell utterly still at this moment.

Sun Wukong released his grip.

The iron staff hovered silently before him.

It was no longer dazzling gold.

Nor was it cold gray‑white.

Nor was it deathly silent black.

It became a kind of… indescribable color.

It was a kind of ancient stone hue, as if washed and settled over eons.

It had no luster.

It had no Dao rhythm.

It had no energy fluctuations.

It simply hung there, looking like a random broken stone stick picked up from some unknown wilderness—plain and unremarkable.

Ordinary.

Commonplace.

Tossed by the roadside, no one would give it a second glance.

Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff, no.

Now, perhaps it should be called…

【Chaos Dao Iron】.

This divine weapon, born in primordial times, glorious in myth, and companion to Sun Wukong throughout his life, after undergoing the utmost splendor and the most thorough reforging,

finally returned to its original, and ultimately ultimate, form.

A lump of stone.

A lump, the most unreasonable stone.

Sun Wukong reached out his hand and lightly grasped this broken Stone Staff.

That conceptual heaviness was gone.

Nor was there that bone‑chilling icy cold.

The feel in hand was warm and moist, substantial, as if it had completely merged with his bloodline, his Monkey Heart.

He could feel it.

Within this ordinary Stone Staff lay dormant a power capable of overturning everything.

That was the cornerstone of Order.

That was the edge of Termination.

That was the arrogance of Equal Heaven.

These three, he forcibly fused with his No Regret will into a perfect whole.

It was no longer a weapon.

It was the extension of Sun Wukong's Dao.

It was the manifestation of his will!

"This feeling……"

"Now that's the taste!"

Sun Wukong grinned, casually shouldering this Chaos Dao iron on his shoulder.

He slowly turned around.

His gaze once again fell upon the massive gate not far away, still impregnable, emitting a strange gold‑and‑black light.

His eyes became unprecedentedly bright, and also unprecedentedly… dangerous.

"Before, it was this old monkey's ignorance that made you so sturdy."

As he spoke, he loosened his wrists, and his joints cracked with a 'patter‑patter' sound.

The Stone Staff on his shoulder emitted a faint hum, as if excitedly growling.

"Now……"

Sun Wukong's mouth curled into a roguish yet extremely overbearing arc.

"I'll use an even more unreasonable method……"

He paused, and sharp light burst from his eyes!

"I'll tear you down with my own hands!"