Chapter 416

Sun Wukong dove headfirst into that thick dark side.

There was no earth-shattering collision as anticipated.

Nor was there any explosive sound of energies blasting against each other.

He only felt that he instantly became Fèi le.

Fiery Golden Eyes directly became mere decoration.

The golden divine fire that could once see through the Primordial Source of the Three Realms couldn't even spark here.

Everything in sight was black.

It was so black it made one's heart crawl.

He couldn't hear any sound.

Even his own rapid heartbeat was forcibly cut off by this darkness.

What's worse,

He felt he had "gone".

His supremely domineering Equal Heaven Path instantly crashed.

The Chaos Dao he had painstakingly forged, even sacrificing half his life.

Here, even a drop of water hitting a dry desert would make a bigger commotion than this.

Not even a ripple formed.

Completely silent.

This darkness directly ignored all his defenses and laws.

"Light up, damn it!"

Sun Wukong bellowed madly at the top of his lungs.

He wanted to use his spiritual power to illuminate even an inch of distance.

But his roar couldn't get out at all.

The instant his sound left his throat, an invisible force completely smoothed it away.

This is a place that devours people and doesn't spit out their bones.

No up or down.

No left or right.

No past.

No future.

Even the words "time" and "space" are stripped bare here.

Besides black, nothing remains.

Just as his whole body tensed to the point of bursting,

A voice sounded.

This voice did not come from outside.

It penetrated straight through flesh and blood.

It welled up from the gaps in Sun Wukong's bones, from his blood.

"Welcome to my realm."

That was the voice of the Original Mistake.

It carried a condescending laziness and teasing.

He regarded Sun Wukong as an ant fallen into a frying pan.

"Here, existence itself is Yuanzu."

These words, like a rusty blade, scraped at Sun Wukong's nerves bit by bit.

"Get out!"

Sun Wukong clenched the Chaos Dao iron with both hands.

He spun around in the darkness like a madman.

He couldn't find a target.

He couldn't find a direction.

All around was a pool of Dead Water.

"Don't waste your effort."

That voice sighed.

It exuded the boredom of a cat toying with a mouse.

"You lowly defective products."

"You always like to measure truth with your pitiful little cognition."

"Do you really think charging in here can overturn my Heaven?"

"Do you really think your hot blood and unwillingness can change the ultimate course of this Universe?"

The Original Mistake's laughter was full of contempt.

"You're too arrogant."

"Then I'll give you a lesson first."

"Let me teach you what rules mean in the face of the unchallengeable void."

Just as the voice fell.

Sun Wukong only felt his left shoulder lighten for no reason.

He directly lowered his head to look.

His head buzzed loudly.

The golden armor he wore, which had followed him through the havoc in Heavenly Palace and survived countless life-and-death battles without breaking.

The left shoulder plate was gone.

It wasn't smashed by force.

Nor was it melted by extreme heat.

It simply vanished into thin air.

This armor never had a left shoulder piece from start to finish.

Along with the Chaos Dao laws covering the shoulder plate.

Those were also scooped out.

This is a thorough "deletion"!

No trace of a physical attack.

No fluctuation of spiritual power.

As long as the other party has a single thought.

Your things are no longer yours.

Even directly erased from the underlying logic of this universe, leaving not a trace.

Fear.

A fear ten thousand times more terrifying than facing death.

It crawled straight up his spine to Sun Wukong's forehead.

This isn't an injury at all.

Sun Wukong has never feared injury or bleeding; at worst it's just death.

But this is a deletion!

He felt his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

"Discovered?"

The voice from the bone cracks laughed happier and happier.

"Physical laws here are a complete joke."

"I don't need to expend effort to defeat you."

"Because you're not worthy to be my opponent."

"I just need to delete your erroneous code in my settings."

Sun Wukong's scalp went numb.

He watched helplessly as the heart-protector mirror on his armor also disappeared.

His chest was directly exposed to the lifeless air.

Next came his right leg's battle boots.

Then the phoenix-wing purple gold crown on his head.

One piece after another.

His whole body was gradually turning into a transparent puzzle piece.

A puzzle piece being casually tossed into a trash bin.

"You old bastard!"

"I fuck your ancestors!"

Sun Wukong went completely mad.

He gripped the Chaos Dao iron tightly with both hands.

He wildly smashed in all directions.

"Come out and fight me, old man!"

"What's the point of hiding your head and showing your tail!"

One strike after another.

The staff shadows were like wind.

Each strike carried all his strength and hysterical unwillingness.

But it was completely useless.

He couldn't hit anything.

He couldn't hit anything at all.

The force of the swung staff landed entirely on a big clump of soft cotton.

His strength was completely unloaded.

Not even a whisper of wind was raised.

He is now just an untrained mortal.

Deprived of all supernatural abilities and magic.

Then cruelly thrown into an invisible, intangible void prison.

All his attacks were merely against the air.

The more he raged, the faster his stamina drained.

The force trying to erase him completely became a bone-deep infection, clinging tightly.

His left arm began to go numb.

The golden fur and flesh covering his arm were losing their tangible substance.

It faded bit by bit.

He was about to fall behind the battle armor.

Don't waste your effort.

Your Monkey Heart, which you thought invincible under heaven, isn't worth a fart here.

Accept this great void.

Just let me erase you, and you won't suffer anymore.

Mocking voices came without end.

It penetrated everywhere.

Sun Wukong panted heavily, gasping for air.

He had fought the Heavenly Court in his lifetime.

He had contended with Ling Shan.

He had cleaved the heavens-full of gods and buddhas.

He had never known what fear felt like.

But this time.

This monkey, who feared neither heaven nor earth, was truly driven to the edge of a cliff.

An unknown terrifying beast clamped its jaws tight on his throat.

He became a beast locked in a dark iron cage.

His mind was full of rage.

All was despair.

He couldn't even locate his enemy.

He didn't even understand how to defend.

He could only watch helplessly as he was erased bit by bit.

No!

I won't accept it!

Ahhhh!

Sun Wukong let out a heart-rending, lungs-splitting mad roar.

He charged forward recklessly.

Even if it meant death, he wanted to bite a chunk of flesh from his opponent.

Even if he smashed his head to pieces, he would make a dent in this unbreakable iron cage.

He ran and collided blindly with his eyes shut.

He had completely lost his reason and sense of direction.

He couldn't tell whether he was running forward or just running in place.

The feeling in his left hand grew fainter and fainter.

It spread from his fingertips up to his elbow.

That domineering erasing force was about to reach his chest.

Once it entered his meridians,

Sun Wukong would truly vanish from this Universe.

Was he really going to meet his end here?

He hadn't even seen the old man's face.

He hadn't even avenged Yao's grudge.

Had he just worn himself out to nothing?

The bloody taste in his mouth made him nauseous, wanting to vomit.

His consciousness began to blur.

His whole body became a broken-string puppet.

He struggled on, fueled only by his last breath of Unyielding to lose.

Darkness was about to swallow him whole.

At the critical moment of Qiān jūn yī fā.

His wildly flailing right hand.

Touched something hard and solid.

In this vast emptiness where nothing existed, not even the laws remained.

And yet a tangible thing appeared.

Sun Wukong shuddered all over.

His whole body froze in place.

The frenzy and Fear Heart Demon in his mind were forcibly cut off.

He summoned his courage.

With his remaining feeling‑right hand, he grabbed that thing and pulled it hard into his chest.

A warm, moist sensation came from his fingertips.

It was very solid.

It was a stone that, even after burning in blazing fire for millions of years, never changed color.

What's even more deadly is.

This thing is jumping.

Thump.

Thump.

Very weak.

So weak that even a slight breeze could drown it out.

But it stubbornly keeps jumping.

One beat after another.

Neither rushed nor leisurely.

Carrying a stubborn temper that refuses to yield.

In the darkness, a wisp of extremely familiar scent slipped into his nostrils.

Sun Wukong's eye sockets instantly turned red.

Tears poured down uncontrollably.

He will never mistake this beating rhythm.

That is the old man's aura.

That is Master's Dao Heart of No Regret, which has endured countless ages and still refuses to bow!

It is truly still alive!

It lies right in this man-eating dark abyss.

It has stubbornly endured until now!

Sun Wukong clutched that Dao Heart tightly, cracking his dry lips as he burst into wild laughter.

"Old man……"

"I've caught you."