Chapter 415: Master's Trap

Sun Wukong's breath completely stopped.

He half-kneeled on the cracked red mud ground.

His blood-stained hands clenched tightly onto the hard soil layer.

The knuckles split open with several blood cracks from excessive force.

The mocking sound scraped past his ears over and over.

Welcome to my stomach.

Those few short words turned into a bone-scraping steel blade hacking at his nerves.

Wrong.

Completely wrong.

Sun Wukong strained to lift his head, staring straight ahead.

All he could see was an impenetrable thick darkness.

No energy fluctuations.

No law operation.

Only a void like a pool of dead water.

He originally thought smashing the door would release the old man.

He thought the Original Mistake was just a shadow hiding outside the door, pretending to be mystical.

The fact is completely wrong.

This cannot even be called a prison.

This is the enemy's lair.

This all-encompassing shadow itself is the true form of the Original Mistake.

The stomach indicates he has long been wandering inside its interior.

Sun Wukong felt a surge of fishy sweetness rising from deep in his throat.

He could no longer hold it back.

He spat out a large patch of dark red bruised blood.

Blood drops fell onto the stone staff beside him, making a faint sizzling sound.

Deception.

Sun Wukong forced these two words out from between his teeth.

His furry face was covered in horrifying red blotches.

It's all a damn deception.

He leaned on the stone staff and staggered to his feet.

His joints crackled under the weight.

You hiding here pretending to die is fun, huh?

He raised the staff and pointed forward at the rolling darkness.

The anger burning in his chest filled his eyes with red light.

Come out and let me kill you with understanding.

This rage-filled howl carried far.

Yet deep within the darkness there was no counterattack.

Instead, an extremely eerie laugh came from it.

Why get angry?

This sound makes one's whole body goosebump.

I merely went along with you a little.

As soon as the words fell.

From the thick black water, a towering hand slowly emerged.

The fingers idly fiddled with the scattered door fragments around.

I have to admit.

The way you smashed the door just now was truly mighty.

So brave that even I couldn't help wanting to applaud.

The teasing in the words was about to condense into substance.

Sun Wukong's muscles tensed to the limit.

The fur beneath his armor stood on end.

You're seeking death.

He stomped heavily with one foot, preparing to swing the staff and lunge.

Yet the towering hand leisurely snapped its fingers.

It forcibly interrupted his forward momentum.

You monkey, temper big but brain not working.

The hand in mid-air crushed a broken rune.

Do you think you've done a tremendous great deed?

You really think the door is meant to lock me up?

Sun Wukong's steps stalled in place.

Fiery Golden Eyes locked tightly onto the hand.

The stone staff in his hand was squeezed out of shape.

Besides the arranged Golden Body Dharma Aspect outside the door, there were also order chains flying everywhere.

The big hand waved dismissively.

For my nonexistent concept, it's nothing but trash.

Who would use trash to imprison the void?

This door could never trap me.

The voice suddenly became extremely vicious.

The door is meant to protect you.

These words became a blade that pierced Sun Wukong's heart.

His Dao body shook uncontrollably twice.

Protection.

He muttered to himself.

How could this be possible.

The old man was clearly locked up because of a plot.

The big hand's wild laughter grew even more wanton.

Your master is indeed a tough nut to crack.

He long ago saw that the outside world cannot stop me.

So he made the most reckless decision.

Black water droplets dripped from the big hand.

On the ground it corroded, forming deep pits.

He was not defeated.

He long ago saw that the outside world cannot stop me.

Upon hearing this truth, Sun Wukong froze in place.

His inner organs convulsed violently.

He took the No Regret Dao Heart you taught him as the final seal.

He turned himself into an unsolvable shackle.

The big hand raised a forefinger and shook it.

He used his own indestructible will.

He forcibly pinned my indestructible source in place.

Each word carried immense penetrating power.

Sun Wukong felt his vision blur.

His forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

The old man did not lose.

He deliberately offered himself to the demon.

He turned himself into a nail driven into the enemy's heart.

Seeing his state, the big hand laughed even more gleefully.

Your master's move is truly brilliant.

He knew that sooner or later a fearless fool would come to rescue him.

So he made this seal a dead end.

Taking the Dao Heart will shatter the seal instantly.

Destroying the Dao Heart will also cause the seal to collapse.

The big hand's fingers slowly closed.

A deadly trap aimed at all who claim to be saviors.

This old man had factored everything in.

The voice here turned into hysterical ecstasy.

I really have no way to deal with this nail.

Every day his obsession makes me sick.

But who could have expected.

The huge hand wildly slapped the surrounding space.

Stirring up waves of space storms.

You've come.

You came running, full of fervor, to be a hero.

Sun Wukong's hand gripping the stone staff began to tremble.

His whole arm twitched irregularly.

He widened his bloodshot eyes.

He gritted his teeth to keep from crying out in pain.

You not only killed the emissaries outside who helped me divert pressure.

You also personally smashed this crucial lock.

The big hand gave Sun Wukong a thumbs-up.

You squandered the advantage your master bought with his life.

I really should thank you properly.

Great Sage.

These heart‑accusing words struck heavily at Sun Wukong's soft spot.

The situation he had painstakingly set up.

The trump card he would risk his life to play.

In the end, it merely accelerated the monster's unsealing.

All his efforts became merely a catalyst.

He himself became an accomplice who personally stripped his mentor's defensive armor.

This realization is deadlier than any physical blow.

Sun Wukong's vision went black.

He spat out a large pool of heart's blood.

His knees buckled and he fell heavily to the ground.

His head drooped helplessly.

His hands sank deep into the earth.

His fingernails broke.

Fresh blood mixed with sand filled the gaps between his fingers.

Everything was destroyed.

The world suffered a second irreversible collapse.

In the Dream Pure Land, Yao's final sacrificial light.

Before this iron‑clad cruel fact, it became the most ridiculous embellishment.

It's all because I tried to be too clever.

The surrounding environment began to collapse.

Lost the restraining pressure of the final seal.

The dark aspect that can devour concepts finally broke free of its bonds.

Surging ink poured forth from the boundless void.

Carrying the ultimate will of negation, it swept across the eight directions.

Wanshen Fenchang faced its doom.

The earth's soil, upon touching the ink, would silently dissipate.

Even space itself was being erased.

These demon god remains piled up like mountains.

Under the ink's cover, not even dust remained.

There was no explosion sound.

There was no light or shadow of magical resistance.

Their very purpose was severed at the root.

In the blink of an eye.

The ink had already spread to the vicinity of Sun Wukong's knees.

It was only half a step away from climbing onto his war boots.

A great hand loomed high above, looking down on all this.

Do you see it?

This is true helplessness.

Stop struggling.

The great hand emitted a pitying, alluring whisper.

Give up resistance.

As long as you close your eyes now.

I will then show great mercy and not torment you.

Directly let you return to nothing in your sleep.

You'll no longer have to bear this pain.

Isn't that good?

Every word erodes the listener's will to live.

Sun Wukong kept his head bowed, motionless.

He seemed truly crushed by this insurmountable mountain.

As long as you give up, it won't hurt.

Close your eyes and you can escape this hellish battlefield.

But.

Deep in his mind.

In the innermost corner of his primal consciousness.

A gaunt silhouette gradually solidified.

The old man would even pour his life into protecting him.

He would rather spend tens of millions of years in the black water of a sunless darkness.

Yao even ignited her own soul to guard the gate.

Turned into a cluster of light that lit up the dark night.

This blood debt hasn't been settled.

This immense resentment hasn't been avenged.

Retreat.

Fuck retreat.

The black ink just licked his shoe.

Instantly burned a grayish-white deep hole.

The corrosive piercing pain surged along the nerves straight to the crown of the head.

Just as that big hand thought it could reap the fruits of victory.

A burst of extremely hoarse laughter suddenly rang out.

Hehe.

Sun Wukong's shoulders began to twitch slightly.

The laughter grew louder.

Soon it turned into uncontrollable hysterical laughter.

He laughed so hard that tears mixed with blood poured down.

The big hand paused for a moment.

His tone carried a hint of astonishment.

What are you laughing at?

You've already lost even your underwear.

Sun Wukong stopped his laughter.

His hunched back was forcibly straightened inch by inch.

His joints emitted a grating sound that made teeth ache.

His corroded right foot stomped hard on the ground.

The domineering power directly shattered the ink that had crawled up.

He raised this wild face smeared with blood and grime.

His pair of blood-red eyes were filled with uncontainable brutality.

With one hand he picked up this plain-looking stone staff.

He casually slung it onto his shoulder.

He stared at the big hand in midair with the gaze of one looking at a corpse.

Lost everything.

Sun Wukong bared his mouth, revealing two rows of stark white fangs.

I still have this worthless life.

This roar instantly shattered the law fragments within a hundred-li radius.

The shattered remnants of his already battered armor flew in all directions.

A frenzied aura driven to desperation shot straight up to the clouds.

In Old Sun's dictionary.

Never has the word 'run' existed.

The old man dares to sacrifice his life as a nail.

Yao dares to burn herself to ashes to guard the gate.

What do I have to fear?

Crimson-gold flames madly erupted from between his fur.

Not spiritual power.

Not law.

It is his pure-blood battle intent, igniting even his soul together.

This battle intent forced the encroaching ink back three feet.

Only then did the big hand realize what was happening.

This madman never collapsed at all.

He was using the extreme resentment of collapse as fuel.

Madman.

The big hand, flustered, formed seals in midair.

Even if you enter, you'll be reduced to ashes.

Sun Wukong couldn't be bothered to say even half a word of nonsense.

Fuck being reduced to ashes.

Fuck truth.

He bent his legs and pushed hard against the ground.

The earth beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

The powerful recoil thrust his whole body forward.

Without a hint of hesitation.

Leaving no retreat.

He transformed into a streak of crimson-gold light, decisive to the extreme.

Both hands gripped the Chaos Dao iron tightly.

Facing the rolling ink ahead.

He actively plunged into this endless dark realm capable of devouring concepts.

I will definitely overturn your Heaven today.