Chapter 414: The Door Opened, Then What?

Sun Wukong stared dead at the white‑haired old man holding a teacup behind the broken wooden table.

The black dog at his feet, emitting a Yao‑like sound, wagged its tail joyfully.

This white space exuded a warm feeling that made the scalp tingle.

Sun Wukong slowly clenched his fist.

The violent streak in his bones surged wildly at this moment.

"Old man never drinks cold tea."

"Yao will never turn into a hair‑losing dog."

A fiercely grim curve twisted at Sun Wukong's mouth corner.

"Bringing a corpse to disgust me?"

"You're damn too comfortable alive!"

He didn't use any magical power at all.

Relying solely on raw physical strength, he swung the Chaos Dao iron.

He smashed the broken wooden table with a single, brutal strike.

There was no earth‑shaking explosion.

The warm scene before his eyes was shattered by that single blow.

Space Debris rained down in a clatter, covering the ground.

Sun Wukong's vision twisted violently before him.

Once again, the air filled with the howling law Storm from Wanshen Fenchang.

Dark‑red soil still pressed beneath his feet.

The space and the so‑called vortex just now were all false.

It was the ultimate portal's mental contamination poured into his mind just before it collapsed.

He never moved a single step from his original spot.

He lowered his head to look at his right hand.

His mind was a total Blank.

Blank.

The stone key he had been gripping vanished.

The gray‑gold specks of light had long since dissipated completely.

The ultimate portal before him still stood there, dead and stagnant.

No crack.

No collapse.

Even the monkey‑head graffiti he had just drawn remained intact.

Sun Wukong's blood turned ice‑cold in an instant.

Failed?

He had forcibly crushed the old man's creation Dao Seed and his own Equal Heaven Monkey Heart.

The ultimate trump card he wagered his life on.

It vanished without even a splash of water?

"Hahaha!"

A hysterical burst of maniacal laughter erupted over Wanshen Fenchang.

In the void's depths, an indescribable black shadow rolled violently.

"Foolish creation!"

The voice of the Original Mistake carried an uncontainable glee and post‑catastrophe survival.

"I thought you could actually pull out something that defied the Universe's natural laws!"

"Is this all?"

"You, a monkey that only knows tricks!"

The black shadow solidified in the void into an exaggeratedly huge human face.

It looked down from above at Sun Wukong.

"You destroyed your Master's final Great Dao Primordial Source."

"You also Fèi le yourself."

"You once again personally destroyed all of your hopes!"

The Original Mistake's mocking tone was unbearably sharp.

Every sentence tormented Sun Wukong's nerves to madness.

"Now you have no trump cards left."

"What can you fight me with!"

The massive human face opened a mouth like a black hole.

It began to wildly converge to erase the laws.

In this instant it would wipe Sun Wukong and the cemetery beneath his feet into void.

Sun Wukong clenched his teeth to death.

His mouth filled with the metallic taste of rust‑laden blood.

He gripped the Chaos Dao iron with both hands.

He stared deathly at the huge, laughing face looming overhead.

Did you lose?

He didn't believe it.

I've never lost so miserably in my whole life!

Just as Original Mistake was about to unleash its destructive strike.

That harsh, mad laughter suddenly caught in his throat.

The black giant face hovering above Wanshen Fenchang underwent a severe distortion.

Sun Wukong keenly sensed the panic in the opponent's emotions.

He immediately turned his head to look at the ultimate gate ahead.

The gate changed.

A change completely defying physics and the Dao's ordinary principles was occurring.

The thickly coiled divine law chains wrapped around the gate panels began to spasm as if gone mad.

The golden order divine chains representing Hongjun's will lost their luster.

The black negation law representing Original Mistake also lost its intimidation.

They were directly stripped of their foundations by an overwhelmingly domineering force.

Zizi—

A golden order divine chain snapped right in the middle.

No energy leaked from the break.

It turned directly into the finest powder.

Zizi—

Another black negation divine chain disintegrated.

The speed of this disintegration grew ever faster.

It became impossible to stop.

One.

Ten.

Ten thousand.

The seal lock chains covering the entire gate rotted into sky‑floating dust in just a few breaths.

Original Mistake let out a terrified howl.

"No!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"What are you doing?!"

It frantically mobilized the power of the void to stitch together those broken laws.

No matter how much energy it poured in,

it all vanished the moment it touched the gate panels.

It could not be repaired at all.

Sun Wukong watched this unbelievable scene before him.

His dry, cracked lips slowly split open.

The madness in his eyes instantly turned into utmost clarity.

He understood.

That key left by the old man was never meant to open a lock from the start.

There wasn't even a keyhole on the gate.

The way this Dao Key, which fuses creation and destruction, works is by deletion.

It directly erased the very concept of a lock from the deepest level of how the universe operates!

Where there is life, there is death.

This is an unbreakable closed loop.

Since the gate's purpose is to seal things away,

then when the concept of a lock is forcibly erased,

the gate becomes a complete joke.

This is what you call flipping the table!

Sun Wukong threw his head back and burst into a laugh even more arrogant than Original Mistake's.

"You old bastard!"

"Aren't you fond of lecturing me about rules?!"

"Today I'll rip your rules out by the roots!"

Sun Wukong pointed his staff at the terrified giant face in the void.

"You damn well open your dog eyes wide and look clearly at me."

"My trump card is how I'll wreck your stage!"

Just as his words fell,

The ultimate gate, bereft of all its law‑binding chains, let out a deep, mournful wail.

The gate panels did not swing open to either side.

It began to collapse downward from the very edge of its frame.

The falling debris vaporized instantly in mid‑air.

The door panels, once extremely sturdy, became incredibly loose and fragile.

The mocking monkey-head graffiti turned to ash first.

Then the entire black door surface crumbled inch by inch.

There was no explosion.

There was no energy shock.

It was simply the cleanest, most decisive cessation on the physical level.

The Original Mistake had gone completely mad.

It desperately drove the erasure law to smash against the gate.

It tried to use destruction to halt this collapse.

It was useless.

All attacks that passed through the collapsing door structure hit nothing but air.

This is the domineering nature of conceptual strikes.

You cannot defend against a process that does not exist.

Soon.

The towering, cloud‑reaching giant gate collapsed into a field of emptiness.

The final obstacle blocking Sun Wukong's path was cleared away.

After the gate fell,

The scene ahead was fully exposed to Sun Wukong's sight.

There was no dark‑red soil.

There was no sky‑filling flying sand.

There was only a expanse of thick, lightless darkness.

This darkness does not reflect light.

It emits no aura whatsoever.

It lies stretched across the deepest reaches of the universe.

That is a prehistoric beast whose blood‑filled maw is already gaping open, waiting for prey to walk in.

Sun Wukong stared fixedly at that darkness.

His palms, gripping the iron staff, were drenched in sweat.

How long has that old man been locked up in this damned place?

Is this a place where a living person can stay?

He clenched his back teeth, gripped the staff, and prepared to charge forward.

At the instant his heel left the ground,

A tiny pinpoint of light sparked in the depths of the lightless darkness.

That point of light was only as big as a soybean.

Its glow was so faint it could go out at any moment.

Sun Wukong's eye sockets instantly turned red.

That was the old man's aura.

It was the Dao Heart of No Regret, which would rather suffer defeat through all ages than bow its head!

It is still alive!

It has endured until the day it shatters the gate!

The faint point of light drifted with difficulty through the darkness.

Its speed was extremely slow.

It struggled to move toward the direction where Sun Wukong was.

It sensed the disciple's aura.

The light even flickered hastily twice.

Sun Wukong felt a sour ache at the tip of his nose.

All the blood in his body boiled in that instant.

"Old man!"

"I'm coming!"

Sun Wukong flung away the Chaos‑Dao iron staff in his hand.

He exerted violent force with both legs, stamping a large pit directly into the ground.

His whole body turned into a golden streak of light.

He threw himself recklessly toward that point of light.

The distance grew ever closer.

One hundred zhang.

Ten zhang.

Three zhang.

Sun Wukong clearly felt the weary yet reassuring warmth emanating from the Dao Heart.

He stretched out his hands in wild joy.

He splayed his fingers wide, exerting all his strength to meet that Dao Heart.

Even if it meant sacrificing his life.

He also absolutely would not let the old man suffer any injustice.

The fingertip was only half an inch away from that ball of light.

An anomaly suddenly arose.

This soundless, lightless darkness came alive.

There was no omen.

There was no energy fluctuation.

A black, bucket‑thick tendril shot out from the deepest darkness.

This tendril was pitch‑black all over.

Its surface was covered with dense, strange eyeballs.

It was entirely condensed from the most malicious thoughts in the universe.

Its speed exceeded Sun Wukong's comprehension.

Pa!

A dull thwack sounded.

The black tendril viciously lashed Sun Wukong's chest from the side.

His sturdy protective aura shattered instantly.

Sun Wukong's ribs emitted a series of cracks.

His chest caved in a large section.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood.

His body flew backward uncontrollably.

Just as he was blown away,

That eyeball‑covered black tendril flipped back in mid‑air.

It clenched tightly around the faint Bodhi Dao Heart.

The light on the Dao Heart struggled violently.

The eyeballs on the tendril burst forth with greedy red light.

It paid no heed to Sun Wukong, who had crashed to the ground.

It dragged the Dao Heart at extreme speed back toward the dark center of the Abyss.

Put it down, old man!

Sun Wukong slammed heavily onto the ground, too busy to wipe the blood from his mouth.

He frantically scrambled up, wanting to rush over and seize back the Dao Heart.

Too late.

That tendril had already retreated into the dark depths.

The faint light was completely swallowed by the boundless darkness.

Not a trace remained.

Wanshen Fenchang returned to its former emptiness.

Sun Wukong stood where he was.

His chest heaved violently.

His eyes, from extreme fury, had turned blood‑red.

He stared fixedly at the endless blackness ahead.

A strand of extremely viscous thought, laced with endless mockery

Directly transmitted from that darkness into Sun Wukong's divine soul.

What a deeply moving reunion of master and disciple.

What a pity.

Do you think breaking open the door means you've won?

That thought was filled with maddening mockery.

Welcome to……

…my stomach.