Chapter 410: The Craziest Decision

Sun Wukong's fangs fiercely pierced that invisible energy conduit.

His upper and lower jaws, imbued with violent force, slammed together fiercely.

A grinding, teeth‑like screech sounded beside his ear.

He bit through the conduit linking the universe's despair and Wanshen Fenchang in one mouthful.

The frantic Primordial Source of Chaos Dao exploded directly in his mouth.

He forcibly bit through that nauseating blood vessel.

A stench assailed his nostrils as a thick, ink‑black slurry sprayed over his head and face.

Yet he didn't even blink.

Expressionlessly, he chewed the fragment in his mouth stained with crimson‑gold light.

He tasted an extremely bitter, astringent flavor.

That was half a bone‑blood left by Yao after she expended her last trace of Divine Soul.

These scum not only devour the universe's dead qi,

nor let even this last glimmer of light go.

Sun Wukong swallowed the nauseating thing in his mouth mixed with saliva in one gulp.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down once.

He slowly lowered his head.

The cape on his locked golden armor fluttered loudly in the void storm.

His shoulders began to shudder uncontrollably.

At first, only a few muffled hoans were squeezed from the depths of his chest.

Like a beast driven to the brink of losing control.

Immediately afterwards, the commotion grew louder and louder.

That urge to laugh could no longer be suppressed.

"Hahaha……"

"Hahahahahaha!"

A burst of both desolate and mad laughter exploded violently above this star‑field turned to ruins.

The laughter mingled with sound waves that shattered the star river.

Around him, the floating wreckage of warships and boulders crumbled into powder in patches under the laughter.

He laughed so hard he couldn't straighten his waist.

He laughed until crimson bloodshot seeped from the corners of his eyes.

It's really fucking hilarious.

He laughed at himself for being a complete idiot.

He laughed at having been made to wear a ring through his nose and play with for so long.

He also laughed at the gods and buddhas of the Three Realms who arrogantly claim to be high above.

He laughed at this hopeless, utterly miserable universe, a ruined mess.

It turns out this is called the Great Harvest.

It turns out this is the bottom card of that unreasonable old immortal.

He brandished his staff and ran around like a mad dog.

In this star system he fought desperately against Pangu's pile of broken machinery.

In that world he locked horns with the Tathagata's false old façade.

He felt he was quite capable.

He felt he was a savior.

He put out fires everywhere.

He rescued people everywhere.

So what was the result?

It's all just a fucking joke in a chain of traps.

It turns out all their resistance doesn't even amount to a fart.

All their passion and sacrifice ended up being nothing but a wedding dress for others.

The harder they struggled,

the more panicked the slaughtered living beings became.

Panic and resentment brewed the universe's most intense despair.

These despairs followed along that broken net line just now.

They continuously streamed back into Wanshen Fenchang.

This stuff is the best cement and steel rebar.

Processed into law‑binding chains.

Used to reinforce the ultimate prison that locks up Master.

This is simply a perfect vicious cycle that devours people without spitting out bones.

The more they resist,

the deeper the panic,

the thicker the despair,

the tighter the lock on the door becomes.

Behind the gate, the heart of Master Bodhi Patriarch was being squeezed tighter and tighter.

You killed an apostle.

How big a commotion it could cause.

That's how much energy could be sent to that door.

Defense?

Protection?

None of it meant anything anymore.

It's all bullshit.

Sun Wukong fiercely wiped away the black blood on his face.

His chest heaved violently.

As long as that damned seal remains planted in the Wanshen Fenchang.

As long as the "Original Mistake", that turtle that hides its head, can still lurk behind the scenes.

Contentedly drawing despair from the entire universe as a power bank.

They would never have a chance to win.

They could never turn the tables in a lifetime.

No matter how they chose, they would lose.

Saving people is like locking the door.

Not saving people is like welding the door shut.

This is the most vicious conspiracy.

Sun Wukong's laughter slowly faded away.

The muscles on his face tensed up bit by bit.

All of his fury and viciousness miraculously vanished completely at that moment.

In their place came a blandness that made one's skin crawl at a glance.

He turned his head.

He glanced at the clump of stitched-together monster in his palm, its energy conduit severed.

This thing had lost its master's pull.

Yet it still clung on, madly howling.

Countless failed monkey souls' resentful heads tore at each other.

Spitting out rotten flesh and sour liquid from its mouth.

Desperately trying to break free from that gray-white net of order.

Making one's eardrums ache from the noise.

But Sun Wukong didn't even spark this time.

He looked at that pile of rotting meat.

A flash of profound insight crossed the depths of his eyes.

It's just like a monkey show.

Strike the gong once and you do a somersault.

Now he's smashed the gong.

"Thank you."

Sun Wukong spoke softly to the monster in his palm.

His tone was light and airy.

There was not a trace of killing intent in it.

"I really have to thank you, you scum."

"Let this old monkey finally understand how this deadly game works."

The instant his words hit the ground.

Sun Wukong clenched his five fingers together.

He squeezed his palm hard inward.

The tri-color gold, ash, and black light in his palm suddenly collapsed inward.

The power of the Chaos Dao crushed down from all directions.

Not even a basic scream escaped.

Not a drop of acidic liquid splashed outward.

That clump of monster, which had just been invincible, was outright wiped out from this universe.

It wasn't smashed.

It was erased completely from existence.

Clean and tidy.

Not even a scrap remained.

Sun Wukong casually shook his empty left hand twice.

He hoisted the dull, grimy Chaos Dao iron rod back onto his shoulder.

He lifted his head.

His Fiery Golden Eyes pierced through the layers of nebula.

Within the Equal Heaven Path's sensory network, countless mournful wails could still be heard.

That countless civilizations like Blue Star are suffering a catastrophic disaster.

Wails and cries gathered into a sea.

The thought of seeking rescue could burst a person's brain.

If it were before an incense stick burned.

Sun Wukong would have long ago shouted curses and charged over to fight.

But now he hasn't even twitched his shoulder.

He doesn't care anymore.

Whatever.

He no longer pays attention to those broken copper and iron gone mad in every corner of the universe.

Let those apostles run rampant.

Let those planets be ground into powder.

Useless.

Slay ten apostles.

That old fox, the Original Mistake, could create a hundred of them.

As long as the workshop of that old nest isn't shut down.

These deadly flies can't be killed off completely.

He won't be led by the nose around the universe anymore.

I'm not playing hide-and-seek with you guys today.

Now he wants to do something more important.

Something that could overturn this game together with the table.

Sun Wukong violently lifted his right leg.

He stomped heavily onto the empty space before him.

The void emitted a sound that could not bear the weight.

He forcibly kicked open a pitch-black spacetime turbulence channel.

He strode in, carrying his staff.

The frenzied spatial blades slashed his battle armor, sending sparks flying.

Not a single monkey hair of his was harmed.

Unknown how many dimensional faults he passed through.

That familiar, nauseating feeling of deathly silence washed over him again.

Sun Wukong's figure.

Once again appearing above the desolate, oppressive Wanshen Fenchang.

The ground is littered with god and demon bones like small hills.

The sky is an eternal, undispersible deathly gray.

The air is filled with the rancid stench of unwillingness and vicious hatred.

He fell straight down from the heavens.

He stood firmly before the massive gate at the deepest point.

That is the final prison sealing everything of his master.

The black divine chains of law on the gate still writhe like poisonous snakes.

Just because he had bitten through one of its main conduits earlier.

Now its crawling speed is slightly slower by a bit.

But right in front of the gate.

There is also an extremely thin, faint light shield propped there.

That is Yao burning everything she had.

Transformed into the last hope barrier in this world.

It blocked all attacks from the outside.

Preserving a sliver of vitality for his master.

Sun Wukong stood before the light shield.

Even though killing intent surged within him.

When facing this layer of light.

His movements still uncontrollably slowed.

He extended his left hand, full of old calluses and scars.

His fingers slightly curled.

Through the air.

He lightly touched that final light shield belonging to Yao.

No temperature.

No sound.

Yao didn't leave behind even a trace of divine soul fragments.

This is merely a rigid energy shell.

Sun Wukong's fingers hovered on the halo for less than two seconds.

Then he efficiently withdrew it.

He closed his eyes.

He fiercely inhaled a big mouthful of the foul air in the graveyard.

When he opened his eyes again.

The last trace of reluctance that remained just then.

That bit of stifled frustration and sorrow that tormented his nerves.

All of it was burned to ashes by a fire.

In his eyes burst forth an unprecedented resolve and madness.

That was the beastly gaze of one who leaves himself no retreat.

Since no matter how you fight, it's just putting a lock on the door.

Since the Original Mistake wants to use this door as a bargaining chip to threaten me for life.

Since you all think I'll hold back for the old man's sake.

Then today I'll show you what it means to be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Sun Wukong abruptly turned around.

His back to the graveyard piled high with the bones of gods and demons like a mountain.

Facing the towering ultimate gate that reaches into the clouds.

He spread his feet slightly.

He planted his feet firmly in the dark red soil.

Both hands simultaneously gripped the iron staff of the Chaos Dao.

His waist suddenly exerted force.

The muscles of his back strained the Golden Armor, making it creak.

He raised the iron staff in his hand.

The three-colored Primordial Source wildly intertwined and roared upon the staff's shadow.

It tore apart all the surrounding spatial laws.

He did not go after those floating black chains.

Nor did he seek enemies possibly hiding in the heavens.

He took this staff that had gathered destructive power.

He pointed it straight at the seal gate he was supposed to guard with his life.

Guarding is bullshit.

I don't care anymore.

He won't wait for you to knock on the door.

He will take the initiative to attack.

He will take both the person and the gate.

He'll smash them into a pulp.