Chapter 377: Master, listen up!

Sun Wukong's sentence, "I reckon it's time to give this protagonist a close‑up,"

Like a red‑hot branding iron, it slammed fiercely onto the source of the Supreme Will!

He stared at the door trembling violently from fury, his smile growing brighter.

The feeling was like watching a mad dog locked in a cage, barking wildly at himself yet unable to touch even a single hair of his own.

Comfortable!

Damn comfortable!

He was about to add more punch, editing this guy's failure scene into a more spectacular, more shocking epic.

But just then, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

A thought, with no warning, struck like lightning into his mind.

Wait!

The "noise" I released here, the "MV" I made, that behind‑the‑scenes trash can be seen and heard.

That…

And what about the Master locked behind the door?

The Master's Dao Heart was also suppressed behind this door!

Doesn't that mean the Master himself could also "hear" these filthy noises and "see" these images full of humiliation and failure?

Sun Wukong's head buzzed!

He instantly recalled Hongjun's clueless face when spit was thrown at him.

He recalled the Tathagata's distorted expression after his failed multi‑level marketing attempt.

He recalled Ji, frantic and helpless, looking stifled.

These things are meant to be shown to the enemy! They are weapons to destroy his heart!

But the Master…

The Master, having exhausted countless eons, deduced innumerable universes, all to find that sliver of vitality, the hope belonging to the "variable".

His whole life has been spent alongside failure, struggling against despair.

How could I…

How could I pour this garbage representing "failure", "humiliation", and "absurdity" back into his ears?!

Isn't this deliberately adding trouble for the Master?!

A huge surge of regret and self‑blame instantly welled up in Sun Wukong's heart!

He felt he was nothing but a bastard!

He only cared about his own pleasure, forgetting that this door is both the enemy's cage and the Master's prison!

No way!

Absolutely not!

Sun Wukong's gaze changed in an instant.

That carefree, roguish aura vanished without a trace in an instant.

In its place came an unprecedented, exquisitely fine, absolute control!

"Split!"

He let out a low shout in his heart!

The Chaos Dao within him, which blended Order, Negation, and the Variable, surged forth in response!

Like a forked great river, his Dao was precisely split in two at this moment!

One half became more violent, more filthy, more irrational!

The other half shed all frenzy and cold, turning into a gentlest, purest, most resolute warm current.

The next second, Sun Wukong placed his palms again on that huge door.

A wilder yet gentler "performance" began!

Outward!

Aimed at the near‑mad Supreme Will in the void!

Noise, doubled directly!

"Boom boom boom! Ding ding ding——!"

The frantic war drums, the rigid beat, and absolute silence were switched by him at a more maniacal frequency!

One second it was clashing arms and iron horses, the next second a deadly Buddhist chant, then the next second all sounds ceased, as if the whole universe had died!

At the same time!

On that huge "projection screen", the images became even more stimulating!

Sun Wukong even turned on the "live commentary" mode!

"Hey hey hey! Everybody, look quick!"

"Old Hongjun's expression—see it? It perfectly illustrates what 'Who am I, where am I, who's hitting me' means!"

"As a Heavenly Dao Sovereign, you can't even dodge spit—do you think you're losing face? If I were you, I'd just find a tofu block and kill myself!"

"And this, Tathagata! Look at your conduct! If you're going to do MLM, just do MLM—why did you turn your clients into competitors? Your business skills are lacking, bro!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at Ji—his face is all green! He must be thinking, 'I just wanted the world to be quiet for a moment, why did a pack of mad dogs come to my house to throw a party?!'"

Sun Wukong's voice, empowered by the Chaos Dao, turned into the most venomous verbal needles, each one precisely piercing the most sensitive nerves of the Supreme Will!

"Ah ah ah ah! Shut up! You shut up for me!!!"

The Supreme Will's roar already carried a sobbing tone.

It felt its Dao Heart as if ten thousand monkeys were pressing it to the ground, rubbing it wildly with the coarsest sandpaper back and forth!

Burning pain!

Pain drives me mad!

And on the other side.

Inward!

Through that cold portal, through the countless chains of restriction, what reaches the Bodhi Patriarch's Dao Heart is a completely different scene.

All the noise has vanished.

All the images have dispersed.

What replaces them is a Dao Rhythm of No Regret, gentle to the utmost yet steadfast to the extreme.

That Dao Rhythm, like the warmest spring breeze, gently brushes the heart that has been tormented for endless ages and is already exhausted.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes.

He said nothing.

He simply took his whole life, which began when he sprang from the immortal stone of Mount Huaguo, turned all his experiences into the purest "story", and slowly narrated it to the Master behind the gate.

That was his first time opening his eyes, seeing the wonder and curiosity of this vast world.

That was when he was on Fangcun Mountain, his first time mastering the Seventy-two Transformations, feeling pride and triumph as he somersaulted ten thousand eight hundred li.

That was when he rampaged through the Heavenly Palace, recklessly and flamboyantly beating the myriad gods and Buddhas into a scattering.

Of course, there were also the bad.

That was his loneliness and stubbornness while being pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, enduring wind and rain yet never bowing his head.

That was his confusion and anger on the Xi Xing Lu, being misunderstood and plotted against again and again.

That was the heart‑wrenching pain and resentment when he realized he was merely a pawn.

Finally, it was the clarity and release he felt when he saw through everything, reforged his Dao Heart, and grasped the true meaning of No Regret.

The good, the bad.

Prideful, humiliated.

Radiant, dim.

He presented all of this, without reservation, exactly as it is, before the Master.

He is like a child who, after finishing an exam, returns home holding a report card.

Although the report card shows both perfect scores and failures.

But he wants to tell his parents.

He wants to tell that lonely old man who created him and placed all hopes upon him.

Look.

Look, Master.

The monkey you created, though quite foolish.

Though he took countless detours.

Though he caused countless troubles.

He was even foolish enough to reinforce your cage with his own hands.

But…

He has never regretted.

He has never, either, given up.

This thought of No Regret, pure to the utmost and sincere to the utmost, like a life‑giving spring, slowly pours into the heart bound by countless black chains.

Thump… thump…

The heart, which had been beating with difficulty, suddenly stuttered the instant it received this thought.

Immediately, its beat seemed a bit stronger.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

That sound is no longer a weary struggle.

But a drumbeat from the heart, full of power!

A faint yet crystal‑clear sense of satisfaction seeped out from that Dao Heart.

As if saying: Good child, the master… proud of you.

Boom!

Sun Wukong's Divine Soul jolted violently!

He felt it!

He clearly felt this appreciation and affirmation from the Master!

In that instant, Sun Wukong opened his mouth, smiling like a child who got candy.

While laughing, his eyes couldn't help but become a bit moist at the corners.

Worth it!

Everything he did, all the battles, all the struggles, after receiving the Master's silent affirmation, all became worth it!

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and power erupted from his heart with a boom!

And at the same time!

That roar, frantic and furious from the supreme dimension, continues to bomb his ears wildly!

"Monkey! You damned bug! I'm going to kill you! I must kill you!!!"

That voice, now in Sun Wukong's ears, is so… grating!

Sun Wukong's smile on his face slowly receded.

He slowly, slowly, turned his head.

Those eyes, which originally still carried a hint of warmth, Chaos-colored eyes, at the moment of turning his head, were completely submerged by endless, boiling, icy killing intent!

He gazed at that expanse of void, violently twisted by his fury, his voice hoarse, yet it held enough rage to freeze the entire Universe.

「You scum...... 」

「You disturbed me while I was telling Master a story! 」