Chapter 412

The withered arm clenched tightly around that mass of void's true form.

The Original Mistake was raging.

Soundless screams tore wildly through the sky above Wanshen Fenchang.

Sun Wukong could clearly see that mass of black shadow twisting and deforming.

It wanted to sever causality and flee back into the depths of the dimension.

It was too late.

That scar-covered arm was like an iron clamp.

It firmly sealed off all its escape routes.

Sun Wukong's feet sank deep into the dark red soil.

He gripped the Chaos Dao iron tightly with both hands.

His whole body leaned forward.

He firmly braced against the ultimate gate that had been blasted open into a black hole.

He was panting heavily, gasping for air.

The Chaos Monkey Heart in his chest beat with extreme violence.

"Old man!"

Sun Wukong shouted at the door, raising his voice.

"I've caught the rat and dragged it in for you!"

"Kill it!"

From the endless darkness beyond the door came a feeble cough.

The old man's voice was tinged with an irreparable fatigue.

"It can't die."

"As your master, this old body of mine can barely seal it."

"This gate… must be opened from the outside."

A murderous glare flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes.

Veins bulged on his hands.

He violently pulled the Chaos Dao iron outward.

"Opening the door isn't that hard!"

"I'll smash it into pulp!"

Having said that, he twisted his waist.

He poured all three-colored Primordial Source into the Stone Staff.

With the force to split the Milky Way, he slammed the gate again.

A string of sparks burst forth.

Space cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Sun Wukong, however, was forced back three large steps by a recoil force.

Both arms were numb and sore.

The web between his thumb and index finger had split open, oozing beads of blood.

He stared fixedly ahead.

The black hole on the gate was closing at a visible speed.

The gate, constructed from the law of absolute negation, was undergoing logical self-consistency.

The gap just smashed out had already been filled halfway.

Pure destructive force had no effect on it whatsoever.

The harder you smash it, the faster it repairs itself.

It is negating your destructive act.

Sun Wukong planted the Stone Staff into the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"This damn thing is still pretty tough."

From beyond the door, the Bodhi Patriarch's voice sounded again.

"Foolish child."

"A seal of this level of law cannot be opened by brute force."

"You need a key."

"A key that can tear apart causality and overturn concepts."

Sun Wukong furrowed his brows into a tight knot.

"Where to find it?"

"Shall I turn this graveyard upside down?"

There was no response from beyond the door.

Only the withered arm and the energy storm produced by the fierce clash with the Original Mistake remained.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath.

He forced himself to suppress the frenzied killing intent welling up inside.

He sat cross-legged directly on the dark red soil.

Turbulent energy swept across his face.

He didn't even blink.

Key.

Rend cause and effect.

Reverse concept.

Where in this world can you find something so weird?

If such a thing exists.

That damned Original Mistake had long been crushed by the old man thousands of times.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes.

He sank his divine sense into the depths of his mind.

He was searching his own memory.

Searching through his short and stifled life.

He recalled that study.

He recalled that cup of steaming clear tea.

He recalled the old man's broken turtle shell used to prop up the table leg.

He also recalled the jade slip that had rolled to his feet at the time.

The jade slip bore the two characters "void".

That was the Grand Dao the old man had devoted his life to deducing.

Sun Wukong's heartbeat gradually calmed.

He began to carefully ponder those obscure characters he had seen back then.

The old man back then believed that void did not at all represent an end.

Within the void lay endless possibilities.

It is the ultimate container capable of encompassing all the messes in this universe.

Inside this container.

All broken things can start anew.

All living beings that had been obliterated can breathe again.

This is the old man's Dao.

He is using his own strength to embrace all suffering.

He is adding to this fucked‑up universe.

This is called creation.

Sun Wukong opened his eyes.

He lowered his gaze to his hands, covered in old calluses.

And what about him?

What Dao is it that he cultivates?

Equal Heaven Path.

Sounds pretty imposing.

Put bluntly, it's just four characters.

If you don't accept it, then fight.

Since the day he burst forth from the stone on Mount Huaguo.

He has been fighting ever since.

He couldn't stand the lofty airs of the heavenly court.

He took issue with the bald donkeys of Ling Shan who mouthed benevolence and morality.

He wanted even more to slay the mastermind who treats all beings as toys.

His path is paved with bones and blood.

When encountering injustice.

Smash it.

When encountering bullshit rules that block the way.

Tear it up.

When encountering this damned truth of conclusion.

He simply flips the game board into utter ruin.

The words "gentle" have never resided in his nature.

His innate power carries a brutality that destroys everything.

He has constantly been subtracting those disgusting things from the world.

This is called destruction.

The feral light in Sun Wukong's eyes exploded fully.

He figured it all out.

No wonder he felt awkward back then in the study when looking at that jade slip.

The old man is the board's guardian.

He, Sun Wukong, is just a hooligan who smashes the board.

Two extremes.

Completely opposed.

They repel each other.

Sun Wukong straightened his body.

He raised his left hand.

His five fingers spread open.

A Dao Seed emitting a soft halo appeared in his palm.

This is the emptiness passed down to him by the old man.

The light was extremely warm and moist.

Within the halo, it seemed that vibrant little worlds were being born.

Carrying the purest Creative Force.

Immediately after.

He raised his right hand.

He clenched his five fingers tightly.

A phantom heart beating with crimson-gold light manifested.

That was his Equal Heaven Monkey Heart.

Flames raged wildly around the phantom.

It burned the surrounding space, causing piercing wails.

This was the ultimate will of destruction.

Creation and destruction.

The two most irrational primordial forces in the universe.

Now he had them both pinched in his hand.

"Old man."

Sun Wukong coldly laughed at the ultimate gate before him.

"Your biggest loss in this life is being too rule-abiding."

"Tolerance is useless."

"To deal with this irrational bastard."

"You have to use means darker than his."

Sun Wukong's arm muscles suddenly tensed.

He gritted his teeth.

Controlling both his left and right hands.

Little by little, they moved toward the center.

Just as they got within less than an inch.

The two absolutely opposing forces directly exploded into an energy storm before his chest.

Sun Wukong's armor shattered in a large piece on the spot.

Metal fragments pierced into his flesh.

He winced in pain.

But he refused to retreat even a step.

"Union!"

He squeezed out a roar from his throat.

Both hands pressed together with all their might.

The joints ground, emitting a grating sound that made teeth ache.

The halo and flames fiercely clashed between his palms.

One inch.

Another inch.

The Creative Force desperately smoothed space.

The destructive force frantically tore space apart.

The collision of these two forces directly caused a conceptual collapse in this area.

Around them, the sleeping demon god bones turned to powder in sheets under this wave.

Even the soil of Wanshen Fenchang was being stripped away layer by layer.

Sun Wukong's eyes were filled with bloodshot.

Blood from the corner of his mouth flowed down his chin.

His Dao body endured the torment of a thousand cuts.

These two forces could never merge at all.

This defied all universal principles.

"I say what goes!"

Sun Wukong roared angrily.

He directly drained the last trace of Primordial Source from his body.

All of it was added onto his arms.

Even his bones emitted a cracking sound of breaking.

His flesh was scorched black by the powerful energy.

But he didn't care at all.

He forcibly filled in that last bit of distance.

Pop.

A faint tapping sound.

His left palm and right palm finally pressed together.

All sounds in the Wanshen Fenchang vanished at that moment.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Nor was there a blinding light.

Everything was extremely quiet.

It was quiet to the point of exuding an eerie deathly silence.

The storm capable of destroying a star system evaporated out of thin air.

Sun Wukong went limp and half-kneeled on the ground.

He gasped heavily, breath after breath.

He slowly loosened his tightly clasped hands.

He lowered his head and looked over.

Right in the center of his blood-stained palm.

Something lay there quietly.

This was no dazzling divine artifact.

Nor did it emit any world-destroying pressure.

It was merely a very antiquated key.

It looked as if it had been casually carved from an ordinary broken stone by the roadside.

Its surface even had some rough granules.

Dull and dingy.

Completely unremarkable.

But when Sun Wukong's gaze fell upon it.

His rebellious monkey heart actually skipped a beat uncontrollably.

He could clearly sense it.

Inside this ordinary stone key.

Wrapped within was a crazy setting capable of formatting all old rules.

As long as there is life.

There is death.

As long as there is destruction.

There must be rebirth.

This is a perfect absolute closed loop that allows no questioning.

Even this door built from negation laws can no longer be found with any logical loophole.

This is precisely the sole solution that overturns concepts.

Sun Wukong cracked his dry lips open.

He laughed.

He laughed somewhat wildly.

He laughed until the corners of his eyes felt sore.

The path the old man back then couldn't make it through.

Today he let him walk it to the end.

He extended two fingers.

He firmly gripped that stone key.

He straightened his body again.

Sun Wukong raised his head.

He directed his icy gaze toward the ultimate door that was rapidly healing.

The black hole on the door was now only fist-sized.

The panicked struggle of the Original Mistake was also blocked to the point of being almost inaudible.

"Damn thing."

Sun Wukong strode forward, gripping the key.

"I'm here to open the door for you."

He walked to the door.

Without any hesitation.

He directly pressed the stone key in his hand onto the monkey-head pattern on the door.

He didn't even bother looking for a keyhole.

The moment the stone key touched the door panel.

A layer of extremely fine gray ripples spread out.

This door that had blocked all hope couldn't even hold for a second.

The chains of laws inside the door that maintained negation emitted a sharp wail.

Click.

A clear, pleasant unlocking sound echoed throughout this Deathly Silence space.

The surface of the originally indestructible ultimate gate.

It was covered with dense cracks.

These cracks quickly spread.

In the blink of an eye, they covered the entire gate surface.

Immediately after.

From the gate gap gushed out a large patch of eye‑striking bloody red water.

The blood water was viscous enough to make one nauseous.

Before Sun Wukong could react.

From the blood water extended a terrifying beast claw covered in golden scales, sharp as a blade.

This claw ignored spatial distance.

It grabbed Sun Wukong's throat in one grip.