Chapter 411

The air in Wanshen Fenchang ceased to flow.

The wind stopped.

The chaotic fragments of demon gods suspended in midair.

The whole world was deathly silent enough to drive one mad.

Sun Wukong gripped that dull Chaos Dao iron with both hands.

That end of the staff stared dead‑on at the ultimate gate wrapped in black chains.

That was the last line of defense his master Bodhi Patriarch bought with his life.

Outside the gate.

The Original Mistake lurking in the deepest dimension got stuck.

This monster, claiming to embody the Universe's ultimate truth, made its first miscalculation.

Its logic chain, composed of billions of absolutely correct elements, produced garbled code.

It calculated that Sun Wukong would fight desperately.

It calculated that this monkey would protect the gate frenziedly.

It calculated that Sun Wukong would sacrifice the entire Universe to save this gate.

Only this step it failed to calculate.

Is this monkey going to smash the thing he uses to protect his life?

What self‑destructive logic!

It's a losing deal no even the lowest‑tier intelligent life would make!

A thought brimming with shock and outrage rumbled across the entire necropolis.

"Inferior creature!"

"You're hastening your master's demise!"

That voice carried a lofty judgment.

It tried to suppress Sun Wukong's irrational act with despair.

Sun Wukong didn't even glance at it.

He spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm streaked with Bloodshot.

That glob of phlegm landed precisely on a writhing black chain.

It belched out a foul white smoke.

"Annoying fly."

"I'll deal with you later."

Sun Wukong lowered his stance.

The muscles of his waist and back pried open fine cracks in the chain-linked Golden Armor.

The veins in his hands gripping the staff bulged.

Power roared wildly through his meridians.

Just as he was about to bring the staff down with all his fate.

The thin light shield before the gate flickered violently.

That was Jade's last thought left for him.

Inside it was mixed with half of the Monkey Heart he had torn out himself.

Light and shadow twisted and intertwined.

From the shield's surface a phantom identical to Sun Wukong was squeezed out.

The phantom pointed at Sun Wukong's nose and shouted abuse.

"Are you crazy?!"

"This is the master's command!"

"This is the time Jade bought with her life!"

The phantom's eyes were bloodshot.

Its voice was hoarse enough to tear the Línghún.

It is the rationality that Sun Wukong divided out.

It is the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who wants to protect everyone behind him.

It will absolutely not allow this gate to be broken from within by one's own.

The light shield burst into blinding light.

It turned into a solid force field that firmly held the tip of the Chaos Dao iron staff.

Two forces of the same origin collided violently.

The void was squeezed out a piercing explosion.

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth.

Sweat mixed with black blood dripped from his forehead.

He stared fixedly at the phantom identical to himself.

A roar surging straight to the heavens burst from his throat.

"I'm not crazy!"

"I've never been this clear-headed before!"

Sun Wukong exerted force with both hands again.

The iron staff was shoved forward half an inch.

The phantom was pressed down to kneel on one knee.

Still stubbornly bearing that heaven‑destroying, earth‑shattering force.

"Awake?"

"Swing that staff and Master won't even have dregs left!"

"You let Yao Bai die!"

The phantom also roared.

Their shared memories and feelings collided wildly between them.

The ferocity in Sun Wukong's eyes showed no wavering.

He stared fixedly at that angry face.

"You think guarding this door is saving people?"

"Open your Fiery Golden Eyes and see clearly!"

Sun Wukong gripped the staff with one hand.

His other hand pointed fiercely at the endless streams of despairing black lines coming from all directions.

"The rules outside are all set by that damn old bastard!"

"Our stubborn defense here is just helping him watch the timing!"

"The more apostles they kill outside, the thicker the black energy they send over!"

"Guarding outside is just waiting to die!"

"Going out to play hide‑and‑seek with that bunch of scum is just suicide!"

These words smashed into the air above the graveyard.

The shock shattered those demon gods' bones into pieces all over the ground.

The phantom froze.

The hands gripping the staff trembled slightly.

The battle fire in Sun Wukong's eyes burned so fiercely that even the surrounding space twisted and deformed.

"He figured that Old Sun, I, value loyalty and righteousness."

"He figured I'd hesitate to act for fear of harming others, getting stuck by this door in this damned place."

"Old Man, I won't let him have his way!"

The phantom's pupils shuddered violently.

The half of the Monkey Heart's frenzied instinct is being quickly awakened by these words.

"What do you want to do?"

The phantom asked through gritted teeth.

Sun Wukong grinned.

Baring fangs stained with bloodshot.

That unruly Great Sage Equal to Heaven has returned.

"Outside is his turf; he calls the shots."

"He wants a war of attrition we can't afford."

Sun Wukong retracted the staff.

He then shouldered it.

Word by word, he forced the syllables out from between his teeth.

"Then let's flip this damn game board and the table together!"

"Drag the battlefield into this door!"

"Drag it into that absolute darkness and void!"

"There's nothing there!"

"There's none of his damn rules!"

"Old Man, I'll set a new rule in there!"

The phantom fell silent.

The light on the shield flickered unsteadily.

This is a gamble with no retreat at all.

Using the Master's Dao Heart as the stake.

Using the vitality of the entire multiverse as the stake.

This is nothing but a desperate, reckless dash by a doomed man!

If we lose the bet,

no one will even find a speck of residue.

Not even a lingering thought will remain in this universe.

This is also the only deadly path that can break the situation.

Sun Wukong looked at the silent phantom.

He lowered his voice and roared.

"Old Man, I'm asking you—will you do it or not!"

"Don't embarrass the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

The phantom lifted its head.

Looking at the battered yet still upright true body before him.

The blood flowing in that half of the Chaos Monkey Heart Primordial Source is originally the blood that fears neither Heaven nor Earth.

Even if we die, we must die on the road of charging forward.

To waste away miserably and die here.

Better to set this broken, rotten Universe ablaze with a fire and burn it clean!

The illusory shadow laughed out loud.

Laughing with extreme arrogance.

"Go to hell, your grandpa!"

"If we're going crazy, let's go crazy together!"

At the instant the words hit the ground.

That Yao's last light shield, bought with her life, together with that illusory shadow, gave up resistance.

Directly transformed into a mass of pure, blinding crimson-gold Primordial Source.

Sun Wukong opened his mouth.

He took a deep breath.

That mass of Primordial Source turned into a long rainbow.

It violently drilled into his five viscera and six bowels.

His desiccated meridians were filled once again.

His torn bones emitted a dense series of explosions.

That half-missing heart was seamlessly pieced together.

Thud!

A deep, muffled heartbeat boomed in this void.

This heartbeat drowned out the destructive wails outside in the Universe.

The flawless Chaos Monkey Heart reappeared.

Gold, ash, and black threefold power constructed a brand-new substantive battle armor on Sun Wukong's body surface.

His violent aura spread out in a ring centered on him.

All the black chains along the way were shattered into fragments by this aura.

This is the pinnacle!

This is the ultimate violence, free from any bonds!

Even that lofty Original Mistake emitted a harsh noise.

"Error!"

"Logic chain broken!"

"The target's danger level has exceeded the Universe's capacity limit!"

That black shadow finally moved from the deepest part of the dimensions.

It intends to personally intervene to stop this completely mad gambler.

A pallid giant hand, formed entirely of erased Concepts, tore apart layer after layer of space.

It reached down directly toward Wanshen Fenchang.

It aims to grind this monkey into nothingness before Sun Wukong smashes the door.

Sun Wukong felt the oppressive pressure from above that could destroy Heaven and Earth.

He didn't even lift his head.

He stared at the pitch-black gate before him.

Both feet sank deep into the dark red soil.

Both arms raised the Chaos Dao Iron.

His body drew a full moon longbow.

All of the Dao.

All of the Primordial Source.

All of fate.

All of it he compressed into this gray Stone Staff.

He faced the giant hand approaching above his head.

Facing the gate that represents despair.

Facing the whole damned Multiverse.

He let out his most violent battle cry ever.

"Old bastard!"

"You like to play, don't you?!"

He twisted his waist violently.

His bones crackled like frying beans.

The Iron Staff came down with unstoppable resolve.

"Me today!"

"I'll just play a big one with you!"

Boom—!!!!

The staff's end viciously bit into the center of the door engraved with a monkey head pattern.

There was no blinding light.

No sound shattered the eardrums.

At the moment of contact.

An extremely bizarre phenomenon occurred.

The door, hailed as the universe's sturdiest prison, was smashed open into a bottomless black hole.

This black hole emitted no energy.

It burst forth with a terrifying suction capable of tearing spacetime dimensions.

This suction defied all physical common sense.

It wasn't just sucking in physical matter.

It even let no intangible causal lines, rules, or laws go.

The pale giant hand that had just touched the cemetery's edge above was pulled by this suction into severe deformation.

From the eternally cold, unfluctuating consciousness of the Original Mistake came a piercing shriek.

"No!"

That voice was mixed with genuine panic.

This suction, along that giant hand, forcibly seized the Original Mistake's intrinsic causal line hidden deep within dimensions.

Sun Wukong clung tightly to his staff, bracing against the door.

His lower half had already sunk into the soil.

The fierce wind sliced his cheeks into intersecting bloody gashes.

Yet he grinned wildly laughing at the storm's center.

"Want to run?!"

"Get the hell in here, old man!"

He gripped his staff with both hands and violently stirred it deep into the black hole.

The black hole's suction surged ten millionfold.

Even the land of Wanshen Fenchang was uprooted and dragged into the door.

The Original Mistake desperately tried to sever its causal lines to escape.

Too late.

From within the black hole suddenly extended a desiccated, bone-thin arm.

The arm was wrapped in tattered cloth strips.

Emaciated like firewood.

This arm precisely and firmly gripped the Original Mistake's undefined true form.

An aged, weary yet wildly arrogant laugh came from the deepest darkness beyond the door.

"Good disciple..."

"This rat, Master has caught it for you!"