Chapter 409: Dissecting the Great Dao

"Old thing."

Sun Wukong stared at the figure lying on the rattan chair at the end of his line of sight, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan.

He didn't lose his footing.

A mocking curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You change your appearance and think you can take advantage of me?"

"You don't even pee on your own face to see that face of yours."

The face on the rattan chair, identical to Bodhi's, slowly opened its eyes.

The old man gave him a kindly smile.

That smile was laced with lofty contempt.

Sun Wukong decisively severed his divine thought.

He doesn't say a single useless word to the dead.

The real battlefield is not in that illusion at all.

That is entirely the Original Mistake disgusting him.

He lowered his head.

Staring intently at the black meat ball forcibly compressed in his palm.

This chaotic pile of wreckage was squeezed together.

It still thumped wildly in his hand, unaware of life or death.

Emitting a nauseating putrid smell.

"You try to frighten me with this junk metal."

Sun Wukong's left hand clenched its five fingers sharply.

"Today I'll strip this layer of skin off you completely!"

The gray Order Primordial Source spewed out from his palm.

It shed the brute-force attribute used for physical attacks.

It became the most precise, coldest scalpel in the Universe.

He is about to launch an unprecedented Great Dao dissection!

He will dismantle this pipe linking the mastermind behind the scenes with crystal clarity.

"Pfft!"

The gray‑white light blade thrust violently into the interior along the meat ball's fissure.

The black meat ball emitted a soul‑rending Cànjiào.

It struggled wildly.

The surface tumors burst one by one.

Spewing large streams of foul‑smelling green acid water.

These acid waters fell into the void.

Corroding the spatial barrier into basin‑sized black holes.

Sun Wukong stood still, not moving a muscle.

The acid water splashed onto his chainmail Golden Armor.

It emitted a harsh hissing sound.

"Is that all you can do?"

Sun Wukong mobilized the power of Negation.

A black aura completely enveloped the meat ball.

This force became the most domineering anesthetic.

It forcibly erased its concept of resistance and self‑destruction.

The meat ball instantly froze dead in midair.

Even that nauseating thumping was paused.

A blazing fire lit in Sun Wukong's eyes.

His Fiery Golden Eyes operated at full power.

His gaze turned into a sharp carving knife.

The first layer of flesh was cruelly stripped away by the gray‑white light blade.

What fell were the chaotic impurities from the demon god's remnants.

The rotten flesh hit the ground and was instantly burned into nothingness.

Next came the second layer.

His sight pierced those decayed bones and flesh.

Sun Wukong, in a blood‑red mental quagmire, saw countless faces.

They were faces so familiar they made him want to vomit.

There were the mischievous monkeys burned to charcoal in the alchemy furnace.

There were pilgrims on the Western Heaven road whose heavenly spirit caps were smashed by a single blow from the Six-Eared Macaque.

There were the Victorious Fighting Buddhas forced to don the Golden Cudgel, kneeling before the Thunder Sound Temple begging for mercy.

Millions of failed Sun Wukongs.

Millions of resentful selves crushed in parallel universes.

These images slithered into his mind like poisonous snakes.

Attempting to tear his Dao Heart.

"So noisy!"

The blue veins on Sun Wukong's forehead throbbed violently.

But he didn't even blink an eye.

"If you lose, just obediently lie in the graveyard and shut up!"

"You were dug up to be used as a gun, yet you still whine here!"

The Order light blade in Sun Wukong's hand surged again.

The gray light turned into a merciless meat grinder.

It shredded these vexing resentful illusionary images into pieces.

The remnants turned to ash under the scorching true fire.

"I've come this far, and I've long stopped recognizing the word 'regret'!"

As layer after layer of resentment was brutally stripped away.

Sun Wukong completely uncovered the details of these apostles.

There was no profound, unfathomable divine power at all.

"Original Mistake," that immortal old fool, doesn't generate any power at all.

He doesn't even have the ability to create an ant.

This is a processing plant hidden in a dark corner, collecting junk!

It specializes in gathering the despair of every failure across the Universe.

It also picks up the resentment that others discard.

Then it kneads these disgusting emotions together.

It dons the apostle's skin and is thrown out to bite people wildly.

"Even a trash‑picker dares to pose as a deity?"

Sun Wukong muttered.

His hand movements grew faster.

The gray light blade sliced the meat sphere into millions of tiny fragments.

What he seeks is hidden in the deepest part.

The black heart, formed from pure malice, was fully exposed.

Blood‑red veins crawled densely across its surface.

Sun Wukong's gaze locked onto the exact center of the heart.

There was a thread there.

A gray thread a hundred thousand times thinner than a hair.

If not for Fiery Golden Eyes and the dual blessing of Order Primordial Source,

no one could ever detect its existence.

The thread pierced the barrier of the temporal dimension.

It extended into the boundless depths of Endless Darkness.

"Got you."

Sun Wukong grinned a cold smile.

This has long transcended the scope of the law of cause and effect!

This is the Stitching Monster's energy supply line!

It is also the control line of that Shrunken Turtle's puppet!

Sun Wukong showed no hesitation.

He projected a strand of his strongest divine thought.

Following this ultra‑thin thread,

he plunged straight into that unknown dimension.

It is a reckless surge across Endless Darkness.

There was no light around.

There was no sound.

Even the concept of space fails here.

For each inch the divine thought advanced,

he could feel a suffocatingly massive malice.

That malice hovered at the apex of the darkness.

It gazed down from above.

"Original Mistake"'s cold thought detonated directly in the depths of his spirit.

"Inferior monkey."

"You are probing the blind spot of truth."

The thought carried unabashed mockery.

It laughed at his overreach.

It laughed at him like a moth flying into flame.

"Your mother's fart!"

Sun Wukong cursed outright on the level of consciousness.

"You're just a stink bug hiding in the gutter, picking up big dung!"

His divine sense transformed into a burning scarlet-gold Tiěbàng.

He smashed that mocking will to pieces on the spot.

"Wash your neck clean and wait!"

"I'll immediately follow the network line over and chop you!"

Scarlet-gold light tore through layers of darkness.

The speed kept increasing.

Finally, he broke through the last layer of the spatial barrier.

The sight before him gave his whole body a violent jolt.

The end of the line.

No old man waving a palm-leaf fan.

No indescribable monster's lair.

Only Wanshen Fenchang!

Only that enormously huge gate, tightly bound by black chains, the Ultimate Seal gate!

That gray line supplying energy to the stitching monster.

The other end is actually firmly stuck on this great gate!

Sun Wukong only felt his scalp go numb.

An extremely crazy thought suddenly exploded in his mind.

All the clues were now strung together.

He understood everything!

The withered monk was luring living beings into suicide.

The stitching monster was devouring the interstellar federation.

Pangu's offspring was slaughtering newborn civilizations.

These apostles were wreaking havoc outside as if they had gone mad.

Creating panic.

Reaping despair.

Where did all this endless negative energy go?

All of it was sent back along these fine threads to Wanshen Fenchang!

They were charging that damned gate!

They were reinforcing the seal!

Each slaughter.

Each destruction of a civilization.

They would all transform into the black divine chains of law on the gate.

The Original Mistake lay in the tragic deaths of countless Living Beings.

To suppress the remaining Dao Heart of the Master behind the gate!

This bastard is playing with the fate of the entire Universe!

Using it as a grindstone to grind the Bodhi Patriarch to death!

And I, just now outside, exhausted myself chopping these flies.

Killed one.

The despair they collect grows heavier by one each time!

Panic will only spread further!

This processing plant is just using all negative emotions to drain blood.

This is a total dead loop!

Sun Wukong's eyes turned completely scarlet-red.

His divine sense hurriedly retreated along that line.

He opened his eyes.

The meatball in his hand had been sliced until not even ash remained.

Only that thread, thinner than a hair, floated in midair.

It stretched all the way to the distant Wanshen Fenchang.

"Well schemed!"

Sun Wukong squeezed these four words out from between his teeth.

His voice was so cold it could freeze the entire starry sky.

"Take the lives of those outside!"

"Grind my Master's life!"

He slowly raised the Chaos Dao iron in his hand.

The gold, gray, and black three-colored light on his body no longer repelled each other.

Instead, they merged into one under extreme fury.

Before, he was led by the nose to fight fires everywhere.

He saved one world.

And ten worlds were destroyed.

I'll never be able to match their speed at collecting junk.

"You like being a processing plant, don't you?"

Sun Wukong stepped his right foot back.

He assumed a stance ready to swing a staff and smash.

"You like using this broken line as a power bank, right?"

The murderous intent in his eyes condensed into a tangible blade.

Now that I know how these skulking rats eat.

It becomes easy.

"Today I'll smash all your rice bowls!"

Sun Wukong clenched the Dao iron with both hands.

The sight locked the invisible energy channel in Mid-Air tightly.

He intends to break that conduit with a single staff strike!

His arm muscles bulged.

He was about to strike down with full force.

A sudden anomaly erupted.

The gray filament before his eyes suddenly expanded violently!

Within the originally pitch‑black, viscous despair energy,

a faint, yet blindingly bright scarlet‑gold light forced its way out!

Sun Wukong's brain exploded with a booming crack.

He's too familiar with this!

That is the half of the Chaos Realm Monkey Heart Primordial Source he left for Yao to extend her life!

Original Mistake, that old scum.

It not only absorbs the despair of the entire Universe.

It even follows this channel.

to devour the last bits of bone and blood Yao left!

"How dare you eat her?!"

The blood vessels on Sun Wukong's forehead burst.

He tossed the Tiěbàng away outright.

He lunged forward like a mad demon.

He opened a blood‑filled maw bristling with sharp teeth.

He clamped his jaws around the energy line leading to Wanshen Fenchang!