Chapter 55: You know nothing about power

That broom.

Plain and unremarkable.

Even a bit worn out.

Primordial Heavenly Venerable gazed at that broom; the Nine Dragon Sandalwood Palanquin trembled slightly.

The muscles on his face twitched.

It was not because Guang Chengzi was struck down to life or death unknown by a single blow.

But because the style of that broom awakened a memory sealed within him from the Chaos Realm ages.

A memory of listening to the Dao.

A memory of a mysterious venerable who, with an identical broom, swept away Chaos Realm dust and also swept away the arrogant memories of these demon gods in their hearts.

That person, they reverently called him "Teacher".

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

That existence had long perished in the Great Cataclysm of Opening Heaven; how could it be related to this monkey?

This must be a coincidence.

Or perhaps that reckless monkey picked up this rubbish from somewhere, putting on a show.

"You…"

Primordial Heavenly Venerable's voice was a little hoarse.

"Do you think, relying on a counterfeit object, you can act recklessly before me?"

His pride, his dignity as the Pangu Orthodoxy, would not allow him to retreat.

Especially under the gaze of the Twelve Golden Immortals and the entire Primordial Wasteland.

"Counterfeit?"

Sun Wukong shouldered the broom and scratched his cheek.

"I don't know."

"I only know, the things Master gave are all useful."

He grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Old man, why don't you try again?"

"Courting death!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerable was thoroughly enraged by this disrespectful attitude.

His reason as a Saint was consumed by boundless anger.

"Hum—"

The Pangu Banner fully unfolded in his hand.

Not a sway, but an unfolding.

Visible black cracks, with the banner surface as the center, spread across the entirety of Kunlun Mountain.

Heaven, was torn open.

The entirety of the Primordial Wasteland could see the void above Kunlun Mountain, shattered like a spider's web.

Endless Chaos Realm sword qi spewed from the banner's surface; each strand could easily slay a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"Today, I will let you vanish in both body and spirit, and let your so-called master also turn to calamity ash!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerable poured all his mana, all his Saint Dao Fruit, into this strike.

He intended to use the Pangu Banner's supreme lethal power to completely erase that broom, along with that monkey, from this world.

Myriad strands of Chaos Realm sword qi converged into a gray torrent; wherever it passed, time, space, and law were utterly annihilated.

The entirety of Kunlun Mountain moaned and sank under this force.

The Twelve Golden Immortals had long been forced to prostrate on the ground by this pressure, lacking even the courage to lift their heads.

Facing an attack capable of reigniting earth, fire, water, and wind.

Sun Wukong merely tilted his head.

"Master said, when sweeping the ground, one must sweep from inside out."

He muttered a sentence.

Then, he gripped the broom with both hands.

There was no mana fluctuation, no holy might manifested.

So plain and unadorned, he lightly swept inward to outward against that gray sword-qi torrent.

The motion was very gentle.

Like sweeping fallen leaves in a courtyard.

"Pa."

A soft sound.

Not a collision, not an explosion.

Just the sound of the broom tip sweeping something.

That gray torrent capable of destroying the Primordial Wasteland stalled before the broom.

Immediately after.

It was as if it had never existed.

It dissipated.

Without a trace.

The wind and snow persist.

Kunlun Mountain is still that same Kunlun Mountain.

It seemed as if that world‑shattering strike just now was merely an illusion.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was stunned.

He clutched the Pangu banner, trembling.

He could feel the banner's spirit wailing in sorrow, in Fear Heart Demon.

Sun Wukong stared at the unscathed broom, his eyes growing brighter.

He happily patted the bamboo handle.

"Good treasure! Truly a good treasure!"

"Master didn't lie to me!"

He hoisted the broom, looked up at the still‑stunned Primordial Celestial Venerable, and the Smile on his face turned somewhat unfriendly.

"Old man, it's my turn now."

Before the words finished.

Sun Wukong's figure vanished on the spot.

In the next instant, he appeared at the side of the Nine‑Dragon Agarwood carriage, brandishing the broom and slapping it toward the Primordial Celestial Venerable's face.

"Take my broom!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable startled awake, and the Saint's instinct made him instinctively sidestep to dodge.

"Pa!"

The broom struck the dragon‑head carving of the agarwood carriage.

That Saint's carriage, forged from Chaos Realm rarities and impervious to all laws, had its dragon head hit and instantly turned to powder.

"How dare you!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable, both shocked and angry, swung the Pangu banner to block.

"Clang!"

The Pangu banner collided with the broom.

There was no rule to counteract, only pure force.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable felt an irresistible great force surge from the banner, flinging him and the carriage a hundred li away.

"Why run!"

Sun Wukong, relentless, stepped on empty air, lifted the broom, and chased after.

"Your banner wasn't pretty strong, was it? Show me again!"

An unimaginable chase among the Three Realms' beings unfolded atop Kunlun Mountain.

One, brandishing a broom, leapt up and down, face full of excitement.

Another, driving a broken carriage, was in a pitiful state, heart full of grievance.

"You reckless monkey! How dare you insult me like this!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable roared, brandishing the Three Treasure Jade Ruyi, striking at Sun Wukong's face.

Sun Wukong swept back with his hand.

"Pa!"

The Three Treasure Jade Ruyi flew back, slamming onto the Primordial Celestial Venerable's own forehead, causing stars to flash before his eyes.

"Beast! I'm going all out against you!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable, hair disheveled, looking frantic, summoned the Celebratory Cloud Golden Lamp, releasing ten thousand golden lotuses to shield his body.

Sun Wukong grinned, swinging the broom in a wide arc.

"Let me smash it!"

"Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!"

The broom transformed into countless phantoms, falling like raindrops onto the shield of the Celebratory Cloud Golden Lamp.

Each strike caused a golden lotus, famed as 'All Evils Recede, All Laws Unpenetrated,' to shatter.

In the blink of an eye, all ten thousand golden lotuses were swept clean.

"Puff!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable could no longer hold on, spitting out a mouthful of Saint's blood, his aura waning.

"Old man, you can't do it."

Sun Wukong stopped, hoisting the broom, his face full of disappointment.

"Even the Tathagata wouldn't dare strike."

The Primordial Celestial Venerable trembled with anger, pointing at Sun Wukong, unable to utter a single word.

He, a lofty Heavenly Dao Saint, the patriarch of the Chan Sect, was today chased and beaten by a monkey wielding a broom.

That face was thrown into the Chaos Realm.

"Boring."

Sun Wukong, seeing his state, also lost interest.

He gave one last glance at the pitiful Primordial Celestial Venerable, raised the broom, and gently swept toward the direction he stood.

The motion was as if sweeping trash into a dustpan.

A gentle yet irresistible force lifted the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

"Ah—!"

The lofty Saint let out a Cànjiào, and his whole body was swept away from the agarwood carriage, plunging into the millennial snowdrift on the cliff below.

Only one butt was still exposed, kicking the leg helplessly.

Kunlun Mountain was dead silent.

The Twelve Golden Immortals and those Chuan Sect disciples all lay on the ground, playing dead.

Sun Wukong casually gathered up that battered Nine-Dragon Agarwood carriage.

"This cart's not bad, I'll haul it back for the monkey kids as a toy."

Having done all that, he slung the broom over his shoulder and stood in the center of the ruined square.

His gaze pierced the wind and snow, staring into the endless void.

A domineering aura of a Primordial Saint surged skyward.

"Pierce Heaven!"

"Me!"

"Who else is Unyielding?"

"Today old Sun is free, you can all go together!"