Chapter 400: The Heaviest Entrustment

Sun Wukong watched helplessly.

Those millions of jet-black chains were like a flock of vultures that had caught the scent of blood,

They gave up gnawing at the gate, turned direction, let out a piercing shriek, and fiercely plunged into that dreamlike majestic city!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact felt like a heavy hammer, not striking the city walls, but directly pounding Sun Wukong's heart!

He could feel it!

Through that vague connection, he could clearly feel the pain Yao was enduring!

This was not physical harm.

But rather, the soul was being torn apart bit by bit, the will worn away inch by inch—a torture!

On the city walls, the radiance formed from the beautiful dreams of millions of living beings, the moment the chains pierced it, turned into the most twisted, most terrifying nightmare.

Children's smiling faces turned into wails.

Heroes' triumphal songs turned into mournful cries.

Lovers' embraces turned into mutual tearing at each other as enemies.

These pollutions, these pains, ultimately like a bursting flood, washed over Yao's divine soul without reservation!

"Ugh..."

From Sun Wukong's throat came a suppressed, extreme low growl.

His fists clenched tightly, his hard nails already deeply embedded in his palms.

One drop.

Two drops.

Golden, containing his primordial source Dao rhythm blood, it slowly dripped through his fingers, dissipating into the void.

He didn't notice.

His chaos eyes stared fixedly at the Dream Pure Land, which was violently shaking yet still stubbornly standing.

His heart was clenched tightly by an invisible giant hand, crushed, then ruthlessly trampled underfoot.

He wanted to rush back.

He wanted to smash that damn city with a single blow!

He wanted to drag that disobedient, self-assertive stupid woman out from inside and give her a hard spanking!

Then tell her, even if the sky falls, I've got it covered!

You just need to hide behind me and watch peacefully!

But...

He cannot.

He knows that if he returns, everything Yao has done will be in vain.

They will fall again into that unsolvable deadlock.

He will be trapped here to die, watching helplessly as his master's Dao Heart is worn away, watching helplessly as the Three Realms are destroyed, watching helplessly as those apostles run rampant through the universe.

And Yao will ultimately exhaust her spirit because her dream realm is polluted, fading away point by point before his eyes.

That outcome would be ten thousand times more cruel than now!

So...

He can only watch.

Like a prisoner nailed to a cross, forced to watch his most precious thing be defiled, yet powerless.

This is the deepest, most bone-deep helplessness Sun Wukong has felt since his birth!

Time, at this moment, seemed infinitely stretched.

Every second is a lingering death.

Finally.

Sun Wukong slowly, heavily, nodded.

That motion seemed to exhaust all his strength.

That was not agreement.

But a trust, condensed from blood and tears, the heaviest entrustment.

He didn't say another word.

One more word, and he feared he would completely collapse.

He abruptly turned his back, facing away from the lone city that bore everything for him.

He stepped out!

His figure was about to vanish into the spatial rift leading to the real universe.

However, at the very last moment of his departure.

Sun Wukong made a move that no one noticed.

A thought stirred in his mind.

The bead within him, formed by the fusion of the three extreme forces—Variable, Order, and Negation—just stabilized Chaos Monkey Heart, suddenly trembled!

Half!

A full half of the Chaos Dao's primordial source!

Was forcibly torn from his Dao Heart by him in a decisive, almost self-destructive manner!

What kind of pain is that?

It's like tearing one's own soul apart alive into two halves!

Sun Wukong's body violently trembled, and a trace of uncontrollable golden Divine Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

But he merely wiped it away with an expressionless face.

The clump of separated Primordial Source transformed into a stream of light intertwined in gold, gray, and black.

It made no sound, nor caused any energy fluctuation.

Like the most loyal shadow, it silently crossed the distance of space.

It penetrated the walls of the 【Dream Realm】, penetrated that sea of light formed by gathered hope.

Finally, precisely, it merged into the absolute core of that city.

It merged into Yao's illusory Divine Soul that was under frantic attack.

Aren't you supposed to protect?

Good.

Old Master, I'll accompany you!

This is the strongest protection he can give Yao—his final and strongest guard.

This is the promise of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, his most silent yet most overbearing vow.

After doing all this.

Sun Wukong had no more reluctance.

He shouldered the Tiěbàng and dove headfirst into that violent space-time turbulence.

That step, he felt as if he were bearing the weight of three thousand universes.

Each step felt like stepping on his own heart that was dripping blood.

Pain.

Heart-rending pain.

But his gaze grew ever colder.

All the pain, all the reluctance, all the helplessness, at this moment he forcibly suppressed them, transforming them into the purest, coldest killing intent toward that hidden mastermind.

……

Inside the 【Dream Realm】.

Yao's body was violently trembling.

The simultaneous attack of countless chains made her feel as if her Línghún were being thrown into a meat grinder.

Every thought was being torn apart.

Every inch of will was being corroded.

She felt she could barely hold on.

Just as her consciousness was about to blur.

A surge of power, immensely familiar, immensely overbearing yet tinged with clumsy gentleness, erupted without warning from the depths of her Divine Soul.

That…… was Wukong's power!

The golden power of the 【Variable】 instantly added a handful of dry tinder to her soon-to-be-extinguished flame of hope.

The gray power of the 【Order】, in an indisputable manner, forcibly stabilized her collapsing Dream Realm structure.

And the black power of the 【Negation】, even more overbearing, began to reversely devour the negative energy invading her Dream Realm.

The originally tottering 【Dream Realm】 shuddered violently at this moment, and miraculously steadied.

Yao felt the power surging through her entire body, felt the will implicit within it.

A scalding tear finally slid down the corner of her eye.

Yet the corner of her mouth slowly curled into an immensely reassuring, brilliantly radiant Smile.

This idiot.

This foolish monkey.

She lifted her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through layers of spatial obstruction, looking toward the direction Sun Wukong had departed.

Go on.

My peerless hero.

Bring our child back.

……

Meanwhile.

In a starfield long reduced to ruins.

Space was violently torn open by a domineering force.

A figure emerged, shouldering a Tiěbàng flashing with three-colored divine light.

It was indeed Sun Wukong.

He hovered in the cold vacuum of the universe, looking around.

This was the nascent world where he had once seen the birth of a magical civilization.

But now.

Here, nothing remained.

The planets still existed.

The cities still existed.

But there was not a single living thing.

All Living Beings had turned into statues with relieved Smiles on their faces, standing silently in place.

The entire world was like a gigantic tomb that had been put on pause.

Deathly Silence

Eerie

Sun Wukong looked upon this scarred and wounded earth.

Watching those innocent Living Beings who self-terminated in the "Gospel".

In his Chaos Realm eyes, there was no pity, no sorrow, not even anger.

Only a single, icy chill that seemed capable of freezing the Universe.

That was a kind of intent that had transcended emotion, becoming a substantive, pure killing intent.

He, has come to collect the debt.