Chapter 451: Crushing the Void!

One strike, one little friend!

The void beneath his feet suddenly split open.

Not that kind of slow, tearing rift.

It exploded open directly.

A huge mouth surged up from below.

Its mouth was packed with grayish-white fangs.

Each tooth bore runes capable of tearing apart concepts.

It opened wide.

It lunged straight for Sun Wukong's waist to bite.

Its speed was absurdly fast.

The voice of the Original Mistake came from all directions, accompanied by a savage laugh.

"Monkey, you thought I only know how to dodge?"

"Try this!"

"I forged this void beast from the grudges of three thousand demon gods!"

"It eats only living things!"

The suction of the huge mouth was terrifyingly strong.

The surrounding void debris was sucked in.

Even light was distorted.

Sun Wukong lowered his head and glanced at the huge mouth.

Then.

He laughed.

That roguish, smirking laugh.

"Eat living things?"

"Perfect."

"I'll add you a meal."

He didn't dodge.

Instead, he kicked his foot into that huge mouth.

He kicked straight into its throat's depths.

The beast's swallowing motion seized up on the spot.

Sun Wukong's other foot stood firmly on the void.

The foot he had kicked in began to glow.

Crimson-gold light.

That was Chaos Dao blood.

It surged wildly out from the soles of his feet.

Like a faucet turned on.

Chaos Dao blood poured into the beast's throat.

The beast's body began to swell.

It grew larger and larger.

From the outside, one could see that blinding ball of gold light inside its belly.

The Original Mistake's laughter cut off abruptly.

"Wait!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Stop quickly!"

Sun Wukong ignored it.

He increased the output.

The amount of Chaos Dao blood increased tenfold.

The beast's body was stretched to its limit.

Then.

Boom!

The whole thing exploded.

It wasn't the kind of slow disintegration explosion.

It exploded from inside to out in one go into fragments.

Grayish-white chunks of flesh and blood flew through the void.

Each piece was emitting black smoke.

Then they were quickly burned to ash by the Equal Heaven Path power within the Chaos Dao blood.

Sun Wukong retracted his foot.

A bit of grayish-white slime clung to the sole of his shoe.

He flicked it away disdainfully twice.

Then he used the recoil from the explosion.

His whole body turned into a crimson-gold streak of light.

Directly charged toward the direction of the third anchor point.

Speed was even faster than just now.

The void behind him was struck, leaving a long golden trace.

It was as if someone had slashed a black cloth.

In the distance.

Original Mistake watched as the void beast he had painstakingly refined just disappeared.

All of existence froze.

That was something it had mixed the grudges of three thousand demons with countless spacetime Debris and refined for tens of thousands of years.

Just like that.

Gone?

Kicked apart by a single kick?

Its voice carried a hint of tremor.

"You!"

"What kind of trick do you have, you monkey!"

"Why aren't you afraid of any move!"

Sun Wukong had already reached the third position.

He stopped before a more expansive void.

There was nothing around.

Not even a reference point could be found.

But he knew.

An anchor point lay hidden beneath this area.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath.

The red-gold long staff spun twice in his hand.

"Why aren't you afraid of any move!"

He grinned.

"Because my Master taught me."

"Not being afraid is just not being afraid."

"Even if afraid, one must still go forward."

Having said that.

Dharma Aspect Heaven Earth opened again.

A Golden Body tens of thousands of zhang tall rose from the ground.

The Tiěbàng grew larger as well.

Thick as a star.

Sun Wukong lifted the Tiěbàng.

Aimed at the area beneath his feet, spanning a hundred thousand li.

"You don't like to hide, do you?"

"Then I'll overturn the whole land for you."

"Let's see where you can hide now!"

The Tiěbàng came crashing down.

Boom—

This strike was fiercer than the previous two combined.

The entire void was smashed flat.

Not a metaphor.

It was truly flat.

All undulations disappeared.

All the cracks were shattered.

Those hidden in the interlayers had no time to react.

They were just pulverized.

The third anchor point flew out from the shattered space.

Just as it was about to flee.

Sun Wukong backhanded swung the staff at it.

Pa!

The anchor point instantly shattered into dust.

Immediately after.

From the distance came a more shrill Cànjiào.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Original Mistake's voice even cracked.

That cry was filled with disbelief and rage.

Sun Wukong shrank back to normal size.

Carrying the staff.

He shouted at the void.

Old thing!

Your speed won't do!

I've already smashed three!

You haven't even farted!

He finished speaking.

His figure flashed.

He then rushed toward the fourth point.

The Original Mistake really panicked this time.

Its aura began to fluctuate violently.

The calm, calculating feeling was gone.

It was replaced by an almost mad fear.

It realized it was wrong.

A huge mistake.

It thought it had lost Bodhi's Dharma eye.

Then the monkey couldn't find the anchor point.

But it forgot one thing.

The monkey doesn't need to look for it.

He just needs to overturn the whole ground.

This unreasonable fighting style.

It had never encountered this before.

The gray‑white mist began to churn wildly.

The Original Mistake's voice came.

This time with a hint of appeasement.

"Monkey!"

"Wait!"

"We can talk!"

Sun Wukong had already reached the fourth point.

He stopped.

He turned and looked toward the gray‑white outline deep in the void.

"Talk?"

"Talk about what?"

The Original Mistake's voice became hurried.

"Three Realms!"

"I can split the Three Realms evenly with you!"

"Do you want east or west?"

"Take your pick!"

"As long as you stop smashing the anchor points!"

Sun Wukong finished listening.

He fell silent for two seconds.

Then.

He spat.

The spit fell onto the void.

A wisp of white smoke rose.

"Three Realms?"

He sneered.

"I have no interest in the Three Realms."

"I just want to twist your head off and kick it like a ball."

He finished speaking.

He raised the iron staff.

Aimed at his feet.

Boom!

The fourth anchor point shattered.

Immediately after.

His figure flashed.

He rushed toward the fifth point.

His speed increased.

The Original Mistake completely collapsed.

"No!"

"Don't come over!"

"I was wrong!"

"I really was wrong!"

Sun Wukong simply ignored it.

The fifth position has arrived.

Tiěbàng was raised.

Boom!

The fifth anchor point shattered.

Two Cànjiào rang out almost simultaneously.

Original Mistake's void domain began to violently shrink.

The surrounding darkness receded like a tide.

Revealing a expanse of gray-white void below.

That is the area where its true form resides.

It has already shrunk to only one-third of its original size.

In the distance.

Bodhi leaned against the broken cliff.

He sensed the changes on the battlefield.

A hint of satisfaction appeared on his gaunt face.

Then.

He casually picked up a broken gourd beside him.

He took a sip of the northwest wind.

Hmm.

He nodded.

This monkey.

He finally grew up.

Ahead.

Sun Wukong stood in the void.

His gaze Suǒdìng the distant, ever-shrinking gray-white silhouette.

Three remain.

He shouldered the staff.

A curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Can't run away.

Original Mistake's aura was completely disrupted.

It knew it had no retreat left.

Anchor points fewer than three.

It cannot stand firm in this space.

If it can't stand firm, it can't run.

If it can't run, it can only face that monkey head-on.

Face to face.

Then it will get beaten.

Moreover.

Behind this monkey is a half-dead old monster that could deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

It is destined to lose.

But.

It is unwilling.

The gray-white mist began to contract wildly.

Original Mistake mobilized all its remaining power.

It is going all out.

In the depths of the void.

The three anchor points still faintly flashing suddenly began to move.

They approached each other.

Then.

They merged together.

Three-in-one.

A terrifying surge erupted from the fusion point.

Immediately after.

A huge shield appeared in the void.

The shield was covered densely with runes.

Each rune represents the despair of a civilization that has been erased.

Gray-white light flowed across the shield's surface.

It exuded a chill that could freeze everything.

Original Mistake's voice came from behind the shield.

This time it's not to flatter.

But it's filled with madness.

"Monkey!"

"You think you've won?"

"I'll tell you!"

"As long as this shield exists!"

"You'll never be able to touch me!"

"This is the ultimate defense forged from the despair of countless civilizations!"

"Not even the innate supreme treasure of Hóngjūn Dàozǔ can pierce it!"

"Your broken staff."

"Even more impossible!"

Sun Wukong stopped.

He raised his head and looked at that huge shield.

He remained silent for three seconds.

Then.

He laughed.

That fervent, battle‑filled laugh.

"Can't break through?"

He gripped the Tiěbàng with both hands.

Crimson‑gold light surged from within his body.

Madness poured into the Tiěbàng.

The Tiěbàng began to glow.

It grew brighter and brighter.

The light carried an aura that made even the void tremble.

That was the intent of No Regret.

The Dao that Sun Wukong had comprehended in his lifetime.

It all resides in this strike.

"Can't pierce it."

He grinned.

"Then I'll smash it through!"