Chapter 413: The Dao's Key, the Heart's Lock

Bright red blood spurted wildly along the door crack.

The beast claw, covered in golden scales, clamped tightly onto Sun Wukong's throat.

The bones were forced to grind, emitting a piercing screech.

This is the final madness of the Original Mistake.

This is the monster spawned after making the Erasure Principle manifest.

It wanted to tear Sun Wukong's head off by force.

In order to stop him from fully pressing the thing in his hand inward.

Sun Wukong's face turned red from strain.

The veins on his neck bulged like red loaches.

He did not struggle.

【11> He simply lowered his head and stared fixedly at the stone key in his hand.

He just lowered his head, staring fixedly at the stone key in his hand.

This thing, forged by forcibly combining Creation and Destruction.

It is not at all pleasing to look at.

Dull and lackluster.

Its surface is entirely rough granules.

It emits no dazzling energy fluctuations.

But it is too heavy.

So heavy that it hardly seems like a physical object.

Sun Wukong supports it with one hand.

The bones below the knees of both legs are trembling violently.

The dark red soil under his feet was directly trampled into a huge pit.

Even the surrounding space was severely warped and deformed by this weight.

This thing bears the karma of an entire universe.

It is the hopes and despairs of all the deceased Living Beings.

Sun Wukong grinned wide.

His mouth was full of the black blood he had just coughed up.

He could clearly feel the pulse throbbing inside the stone key.

Half warm.

Half scorching.

The warm half is the old man's lifelong tolerance and wisdom.

That is the obsession forged by enduring all the universe's grievances, gritting his teeth and persisting.

The scorching half is his Great Sage Equal to Heaven's arrogance and madness that shattered Lofty Heavens.

It is the nature of that monkey who kills gods when meeting gods and kills Buddhas when meeting Buddhas.

"Old man."

Sun Wukong squeezed out a broken laugh from his throat.

"This is the first time we two have teamed up to fight,"

"Let these sons of bitches see."

"Just how formidable is the thing we master and disciple have created!"

He raised the hand holding the stone key.

He ruthlessly scraped the rough edge of the stone against the beast claw lodged in his throat.

Pfft.

Like a red-hot knife cutting into butter.

That beast claw, said to be able to erase the concept of all existence,

did not even have time to emit a single Cànjiào.

On the spot it turned into a puddle of foul-smelling black water.

Sun Wukong rubbed the bloody, blurred mark on his neck.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm with a "pui".

He supported the stone key bearing karma.

Step by step he walked toward that ultimate gate.

The ultimate gate, originally impregnable,

that iron wall forged from absolute Negation and rigid Order,

now it actually began to emit a low hum.

Hummm.

The sound grew louder and louder.

The dense black chains on the door panel were frantically knotting.

It was afraid.

This gate, representing the universe's highest law, trembled.

When facing its nemesis, it made an instinctive retreat.

With each step Sun Wukong took forward,

the vibration on the door panel intensified dramatically.

The Original Mistake hidden in the depths of nothingness could no longer be restrained.

Its sanity collapsed completely.

In its proud ultimate calculation result, this option simply did not exist.

It let out a roar that tore the universe.

One after another, visible yet invisible storms smashed down from the void.

This is the strongest power of Erasure.

Where the storm swept.

On Wanshen Fenchang, those incomparably hard demon god skeletons left not even dust.

Directly erased from both the physical and conceptual layers into nothingness.

The storm carried a roar that could destroy heaven and earth.

Like a giant mouth capable of devouring a star system, it lunged at Sun Wukong to bite him fiercely.

The great wind scraped against Sun Wukong's golden armor.

It tore the battle armor open in countless wounds deep enough to see bone.

But Sun Wukong didn't even blink.

His steps didn't slow by even half an inch.

The invisible storm, in the area within three feet of his body,

came to an abrupt halt.

A faint gray aura emanated from the stone key.

It was just this thin membrane that looked like it would break with a poke.

It directly forced the distortion of that storm capable of erasing everything.

The power of Erasure seemed to hit an iron plate that could never be gnawed.

It was forcibly bent off its course.

It slid around Sun Wukong's body, pulling apart to both sides.

The ground was plowed into two bottomless abysses.

Yet Sun Wukong stood unharmed in place.

The absolute law of the Original Mistake completely failed.

Sun Wukong directly ignored the ear-splitting roar of the law shattering nearby.

He walked to the front of the door.

He stopped before the huge monkey-head graffiti.

His Fiery Golden Eyes stared fixedly at the smooth, mirror-like door surface.

He no longer randomly smashed at the door.

He was searching for something that does not exist in reality.

A conceptual "keyhole".

This is the nexus where all of the door's negation laws and extreme malice converge.

As long as you find it.

This deadlock can then be completely overturned.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes.

In his crimson-gold pupils were reflected billions of intersecting black lines of law.

All those black lines ultimately converged strangely upon the left eye of the monkey-head graffiti.

"Got you."

Sun Wukong snorted coldly.

Just as he raised the stone key, ready to stab it in hard,

The void suddenly exploded with a mournful howl.

"Stop!"

"You damned monkey!"

The voice of the Original Mistake, for the first time, carried genuine panic.

Its eternal aloof, cold, and unfeeling emotion was utterly shattered.

It was afraid.

It could feel that if this key were inserted,

all its calculations and its very existence would be completely overturned.

Sun Wukong's hand halted in mid-air.

He tilted his head.

He dug at his blood-soaked ears.

With a mocking expression, he gazed at the endless void.

He grinned wide.

Revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

Like a thoroughgoing street rascal.

"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop?"

"Who do you think you are?"

The voice from the void actually began to stutter.

"No... can't open..."

"If you open it, this universe is finished!"

"I can let you replace me!"

Sun Wukong's smile vanished instantly.

It turned into extreme gloom and frenzy.

"Don't feed me that bullshit nonsense."

He deliberately drew out his tone.

Speaking with endless mockery.

"But..."

"If you're willing to get down like a dog and beg me."

"I might not open it then."

The void fell silent for a moment.

The Original Mistake is the embodiment of truth.

When has it ever suffered this humiliation of having its face pressed into mud and rubbed?

Humiliation and survival instinct clash wildly in its chaotic logic.

It finally gritted its teeth and squeezed out that word.

"Please..."

Too bad.

Sun Wukong had no intention of listening to the end.

He just wanted to disgust the other party.

After this brief pause.

He gripped that stone key tightly.

Veins bulged on the back of his hand.

Without any hesitation.

Without a shred of pity.

Viciously.

Resolutely.

He shoved that stone key into the concept's keyhole!

This strike.

It poured all his Sun Wukong's lifetime fury.

It poured all the Unyielding from his monkey heart that never turns back.

Clack.

The stone key slid into that illusory node and lodged firmly.

No earth-shaking boom.

No blinding light burst.

No flashy special effects.

Only an extremely faint sound.

"\"Click. \""

It's that sound, light as can be.

Yet it directly detonated on the soul level of all life.

This sound penetrated the Wanshen Fenchang.

It penetrated countless destroyed parallel worlds.

Crisp to the extreme.

All the black chains entwined on the door panel froze at this moment.

In the void, the Original Mistake's roar sounded like a rooster with its neck choked.

It stopped abruptly.

Sun Wukong released his grip.

He stepped back half a step.

His chest heaved violently.

He stared dead-eyed at the ultimate gate before him.

Ready to welcome the satisfying sight of the old man bursting out from inside.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Deathly Silence.

A deathlike stillness.

That door didn't budge an inch.

There was no sign it would open.

Sun Wukong's breathing halted.

He lunged forward.

But he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

That one-of-a-kind stone key.

At the moment he loosened his grip.

It instantly turned into specks of gold‑gray light.

Like snowflakes under a blazing sun.

Instantly melted away.

All of it merged into the black door panel.

It vanished completely, leaving no trace.

The key was gone.

The door didn't open.

Sun Wukong's facial muscles began to twitch wildly.

His trump card, painfully won at the cost of his life.

The ultimate cheat he forged by forcibly combining the old man's creation with his own destruction.

Just like that, it went down the drain?!

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Sun Wukong burst out cursing.

He raised the Chaos Dao Iron in his hand and was about to smash the door directly.

But just as the iron staff was about to strike the door panel.

An abrupt anomaly erupted!

The mocking monkey‑head doodle he had personally drawn on the door panel.

It unexpectedly sprang to life without any warning.

Its originally shut mouth suddenly flung open.

It turned into a bottomless vortex maw.

An irresistible eerie suction force directly grabbed Sun Wukong's limbs.

He didn't even have time to utter a single curse.

His whole body was swallowed whole by that vortex maw.

The world spun.

The laws of space went completely haywire.

When Sun Wukong staggered onto solid ground.

The iron staff in his hand slammed straight into the ground.

He gasped for breath.

He quickly scanned his surroundings.

There was no dark‑red soil of the Wanshen Fenchang.

There was no sky‑filling demon god bone debris.

All around was an eerie white space.

Pure white, without any blemish.

Nothing at all.

Even the Primordial Source of Chaos within him was completely suppressed by some force at that moment.

He couldn't muster a shred of magical power.

He had been utterly reduced to a mortal.

Sun Wukong clenched his fists.

He was about to open his mouth to curse.

A hoarse voice to the extreme suddenly sounded behind him.

"You're still as impatient as ever."

"Can't you let Master have a moment of peace?"

Sun Wukong's body stiffened abruptly.

That voice.

He would never forget it in this lifetime.

He turned around mechanically.

Before him appeared a chipped, broken wooden table.

Behind the table.

Sat an old man with a head full of white hair and clothes in tatters.

The old man held a cup of tea that gave off no steam.

He was smiling narrowly at him.

And at the old man's feet.

Lay a black dog whose fur was falling out.

That black dog lifted its head.

From its mouth came a clear sound belonging to Yao.

"Great Sage, you've finally come."