Chapter 466: Three-sided encirclement!

The saints strive to completely erase the variable!

The awakening thing in the deepest void makes the temperature of the whole battlefield plummet.

After Hongjun's runes explode, all light between heaven and earth dims at the same instant.

Zhunti flies back from 108,000 li away.

Half his face is swollen like a steamed bun, with golden blood still hanging at the corner of his mouth, but the black jade talisman in his hand has already shattered into powder.

The powder does not fall to the ground.

Instead, it turns into a black thread that flies toward the runes Hongjun drew.

Jieyin presses his palms together, chanting ancient Sanskrit so old that even the Tathagata cannot understand.

His qi and blood are rapidly draining, his complexion withering at a visible speed.

The Tathagata clutches the wound in his chest, climbs up from the ruins, gritting his teeth as he seals the spell.

Golden Buddha blood seeps from between his fingers, dropping one drop after another into the void.

The Jade Emperor tremblingly takes out a jade seal from his bosom, the foundation of Heaven's fortune.

He lifts the jade seal above his head, his face as white as paper.

"My Heavenly Court's fortune... I give it all to you!"

Four forces simultaneously pour into Hongjun's runes.

Heavenly Dao Primordial Source.

Xīfāng Jiào's foundation.

Fómén's ten-thousand-year fortune.

Heavenly Court's dragon vein.

All offered as sacrifice.

Boom!

In the exact center of the void, a rift tearing open heaven and earth appears, something reaching out from within.

It is a wheel.

Or rather, it is the manifestation of the concept "Destruction".

How big is the wheel?

Sun Wukong looks up and sees only its edge.

He cannot even see the edge fully.

As the wheel turns, wherever it rolls, time flows backward, space collapses, causality breaks.

It is not destruction.

It erases everything that has ever existed directly from the level of "having existed".

Hongjun's face is ashen as ash, but his eyes are full of mad delight.

"Bodhi!"

"Old man, I admit you are stronger than me!"

"But this thing is stronger than both of us!"

"It is the cleansing program of the Universe's Primordial Source! Everything targeted will be completely erased from history!"

"Leave no trace!"

"Not even memory will remain!"

The Wheel of Destruction slowly turns, crushing a piece of void.

That piece of void is not shattered.

It never existed.

Sun Wukong's hairs all stand on end.

His Chaos Dao frantically warns, his Monkey Heart beats violently, every cell in his body shouts the same thing.

Run.

Run fast.

But he does not run.

He grips the Iron Staff so hard it creaks, his knuckles turning blue.

He glances at his Master.

Bodhi still stands where he is, head raised, gazing at the wheel that covers the sky.

There is no fear on his face.

Only an indescribable expression.

Like helplessness.

Like resignation.

"Master, I'll block it!"

Sun Wukong steps before Bodhi, Iron Staff across his chest, golden-red light surging.

He knows he might not withstand it.

But even if he cannot, he must endure.

He owes his Master too much in this life; even if his body shatters, he must let the old man live another second.

However,

A withered hand reaches out and presses on his Iron Staff.

The force is not great.

But Sun Wukong was as if nailed in place, unable to move at all.

"Step back."

Bodhi's voice was faint.

"Just watch."

"Master?"

Sun Wukong panicked, "That thing can erase all existence! Your body hasn't recovered yet..."

Bodhi ignored him.

The old man loosened his grip and took a step forward.

Then he took another step.

On the third step, he stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the wheel of destruction up in the heavens that crushed everything.

Hongjun laughed wildly in the distance: "Bodhi! Kneel and beg for mercy while you still can! Hand over that monkey, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

Bodhi didn't look at him.

The old man lowered his head and glanced at his own tattered Daoist robe.

He had worn this Daoist robe for who knows how many ages.

Patched upon patched, the cuffs were worn white.

Bodhi spoke softly.

Only he could hear the sound.

"Enough."

"After hiding for so long, it's time to let them see."

The words fell.

The robe moved.

The patches peeled off piece by piece, turning to ash that drifted in the void.

But the robe did not tear.

Where the patches fell away, a gray mist welled up.

The mist grew thicker and denser, as if seeping from the cracks in Bodhi's bones.

The old man's white hair began to change color.

Starting at the roots, it turned bit by bit into pure gray-white.

His hunched spine straightened inch by inch.

The skin covered in age spots tightened, and the withered muscles swelled.

"Wrong!"

Hongjun's laughter cut off abruptly.

The image reflected in his golden vertical pupils made his blood run cold.

The aura emanating from Bodhi was changing.

Changing.

It was skyrocketing wildly upward.

Saint realm?

Past it.

Golden Immortal of the Great Luo?

Past it.

Heavenly Dao level?

Past it.

Still rising.

Still rising!

"Impossible!"

The Receiving Guide let out a shrill cry: "This aura is higher than the Heavenly Dao! Ten times higher! A hundred times higher!"

Zhunti's face was swollen, his whole body trembling, his legs could no longer support his weight.

The Tathagata collapsed straight onto the ground, the wound on his chest so severe he forgot to bleed.

The Jade Emperor's eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, and he fainted.

A hundred thousand heavenly soldiers collapsed in swaths.

They weren't kneeling.

It was that their leg bones couldn't withstand the pressure and snapped.

The wheel of destruction kept turning.

But its speed was slowing.

Before that aura emanating from Bodhi, even the cleansing program of the universe's primordial source hesitated.

Bodhi rose slowly into the air.

The tattered Daoist robe had completely turned into chaos mist, coiling around him.

He opened his eyes.

Those eyes held no golden flame.

Only endless gray depths, like a void leading to the nothingness before chaos first opened.

Hongjun was trembling.

He had never trembled in his life.

The Lord of Heavenly Dao, the ancestor of all laws, had never known what fear tasted like.

But now he knew.

"You… what exactly are you!"

Bodhi did not answer.

Behind him, the chaotic mist surged, expanded, and condensed.

A silhouette took shape in the mist.

That silhouette was boundless.

Just the phantom of a single arm was ten thousand times larger than the Wheel of Destruction.

Chaotic Demon God.

The Chaotic Demon God that existed before heaven and earth were split.

That phantom was still growing, still expanding, as if it wanted to swallow the entire universe.

Sun Wukong stood below, head tilted back, mouth gaping wide.

He looked at his master, who usually stooped, sipped cool tea, and would often smack him on the back of the head.

Now he hovered in mid‑air.

Behind him followed a phantom of the Chaotic Demon God capable of crushing the Milky Way.

"Holy shit…"

Sun Wukong could only force out those two words.

And Bodhi lowered his head, glancing down at Hongjun, whose face was already ashen.

"I said it."

"This monkey is my disciple."

"You just won't believe it."

The phantom of the Chaotic Demon God fully materialized behind him, a pair of eyes larger than stars slowly opening.

That gaze swept over the Wheel of Destruction.

The wheel stopped.

It wasn't slowing down.

It had been halted by fear.