Chapter 56: The Three Pure Ones Arrive Together, the Primeval Wilderness Changes Hands

Sun Wukong's voice echoed in the sky above Kunlun Mountain.

Arrogant.

Overbearing.

Yet no one dared to answer.

The celestial beings of the Chan sect wished they could bury their heads in the snow, fearing that the monkey would see them.

At that moment.

The void atop Kunlun Mountain began to shift.

One east, one west.

Two utterly different yet equally boundless auras descended.

The eastern aura was serene and effortless, as if merged with Heaven and Earth, omnipresent yet without trace.

The western aura was razor‑sharp, a sword intent soaring to the heavens as if to cleave the entire sky in two.

The Three Pure Ones arrive together.

A flash of cyan sword light streaked by, and a Daoist in a cyan Dao robe with an unrestrained face appeared on the scene.

He didn't even glance at the Yuanshi Tianzun buried in the snow, but instead examined Sun Wukong and the broom on his shoulder with keen interest.

"Hahaha!"

The Daoist laughed aloud, his laughter full of delight.

"Well! What a mischievous monkey! What a Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

"Your temper suits my appetite!"

Tongtian Jiaozhu.

The head of the sect, most upright in temperament.

He admires any being that dares to challenge authority.

Sun Wukong tilted his head and looked at him.

"So you are Tongtian?"

"Correct."

"You want to stand up for him?" Sun Wukong weighed the broom in his hand.

Tongtian Jiaozhu smiled and shook his head.

"His skill is inferior, that's his own fault."

"I am merely here for the spectacle. You, monkey head, are even more reckless than I was back then."

"To use a broom to make my second brother's Dao Heart unstable—throughout history, you are the first."

As the words fell, another figure slowly solidified in the scene.

It was an elderly man riding a green ox, his beard and hair all white, his face plain, holding a dust sweeper, his gaze as calm as if without a ripple.

Taishang Laojun.

The foremost among the ancestors of the Dao.

The elder glanced at the snow pile and sighed softly.

With a flick of the dust sweeper, a gentle force surged, pulling Yuanshi Tianzun out of the snow.

At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun's Dao crown was askew, his robe torn, his face mottled blue and purple, bearing no trace of saintly dignity.

Seeing his elder brother and third brother arrive, his face instantly flushed to a pork‑liver hue.

"Elder brother! Third brother! You..."

"Second brother, say no more."

Taishang Laojun cut him off, his tone even.

"You have lost."

Yuanshi Tianzun's chest heaved violently, yet he could not refute.

Yes, he had lost.

Lost utterly.

Taishang Laojun turned, looked at Sun Wukong, his gaze lingering on the broom for a moment, a hint of awe unseen by outsiders flashing in his eyes.

He drew a purple‑gold gourd from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Great Sage, I have a gourd of Nine‑turn Golden Elixir here, consider it an apology to my second brother."

"As for today's matter, shall we end it here?"

His attitude was extremely modest.

This was no longer peer discussion but a proactive goodwill, acknowledging defeat.

Sun Wukong took the gourd, opened it and sniffed; a refreshing elixir fragrance drifted out.

He nodded with satisfaction and slipped it straight into his chest.

"Since old master you say so, then I, Old Sun, will give you face."

He cast a glance at the pallid Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Today we'll spare him once."

"But..." Sun Wukong's tone shifted, his eyes sharpening, "My rule is the rule of the Three Realms."

"The demon court shall be established, all beings equal."

"You Daoist sects, from now on meddle less in trivial matters."

"Especially you," he pointed at Yuanshi Tianzun, "if you dare speak of those with fur and horns again, I'll pluck all the hair from your Kunlun Mountain."

Yuanshi Tianzun trembled with anger, but Taishang Laojun's glance halted him.

"Fine."

The Supreme Lord Laozi slowly nodded and uttered a single word.

"Good."

The Tongtian Patriarch also smiled in agreement.

The Three Saints bowed before the myriad beings of the primordial chaos.

This signifies that, since the Dao Ancestor Hongjun united the Dao, the era in which the Three Purities Saints led the order of the Three Realms has completely ended.

A brand‑new era belonging to the demons has arrived.

Sun Wukong could feel that, with the Three Purities' declaration, the invisible shackles that had enshrouded the entire demon race's qi were completely shattered.

The qi‑golden dragon of Mount Huaguo let out a dragon's roar that shook the Three Realms, and its size swelled dramatically again.

Meanwhile, his own Mixed Origin Dao Fruit, after this victory, became thoroughly stabilized, with a faint hint of further advancement.

He put away the broom and carefully placed it back into his Original Spirit.

Then, he drew his Golden Cudgel.

Seeing the Tiěbàng that had accompanied him all the way, Sun Wukong felt a stir in his heart.

He recalled his Master Bodhi's "Dao" that transcended all laws.

He remembered the flavor of all dharmas returning to emptiness when that broom swept.

A flash of enlightenment surged to his mind.

He poured his freshly stabilized Mixed Origin Sacred Power, together with his newfound insight into "strength," unreservedly into the Golden Cudgel.

"Hum—"

The Golden Cudgel emitted a violent tremor.

On its originally jet‑black shaft, dark‑gold mysterious patterns began to appear.

Those patterns were identical to the markings on his body when he awakened the true form of the Chaotic Demon God.

An ancient, vast aura that surpassed the primordial spirit treasures emanated from the staff.

Chaos Spirit Treasure.

It became so.

Sun Wukong weighed the new staff in his hand with satisfaction, feeling it far more comfortable than before.

He hoisted the staff and cast one last glance at Kunlun Mountain.

"Leaving now."

A flash of golden light vanished into the heavens.

Only the three Saints, each with a different expression, and a heap of wreckage remained.

……

Mount Huaguo, before Water Curtain Cave.

Myriad demons gathered, lanterns and ribbons strung.

Bull Demon King, Peng Demon King, Jiao Demon King and other demon saints, leading the demon kings who had rushed from all corners of the Three Realms, waited respectfully.

When that golden light descended, cheers roared like mountains and seas.

"Welcome the Great Sage's triumphant return!"

"Great Sage, mighty!"

Sun Wukong's return also brought a news that shook the Three Realms.

The Three Purities yielded, acknowledging the demon court's status.

From then on, the Fómén retreated, the Heavenly Court closed itself off, and the Dao Sect yielded.

The entire Three Realms now had no force that could contend with Mount Huaguo's demon court.

Sun Wukong had become the true uncrowned king of the Three Realms.

That night, Water Curtain Cave hosted a grand banquet.

The guests were not only from the demon race.

The Four Sea Dragon Kings presented the most precious dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

The Ten Court Yama of the Underworld also dispatched Judge Cui with congratulatory gifts.

Even some scattered immortals who survived the divine sealing tribulation, having read the wind direction, also prepared lavish gifts to offer congratulations.

For a moment, Mount Huaguo revived the splendid scene of the past when the Jie Sect's ten thousand immortals paid tribute.

After three rounds of wine.

Sun Wukong sat on the highest throne, while Kong Xuan, in a splendid five‑coloured feathered robe, quietly peeled grapes for him.

He watched the lively scene below, seeing the monkeys and their offspring's faces beaming with smiles free of fear, and felt a deep peace.

Protection, it turned out, felt like this.

He rose and lifted his wine cup.

The noisy great hall fell silent in an instant.

All eyes turned to the new ruler of the Three Realms.

"Everyone!"

Sun Wukong's voice rang throughout the hall.

"Before, others set the rules for us."

"From today onward, it's our turn to set the rules for others!"

"Drink!"

All demons shouted in unison, their cries shaking the heavens.

Sun Wukong downed the drink in one gulp and slammed the cup hard onto the ground.

"I, Old Sun, once went to the Western Heaven, and only then did I realize that the so-called 'true scriptures' are just a deceitful trick."

He looked around the crowd, his eyes flashing with fervent light.

"Now, those bald donkeys of the Western Heaven are no longer a threat."

"I've decided!"

"Let's go again!"

The demons were stunned.

"Are we still going to get the scriptures?"

Sun Wukong grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and spoke a sentence that shook the entire Three Realms.

"But this time, I'm not going to get the scriptures."

"It's to spread the scriptures!"

"We'll go the opposite way!"

"Go to the chaos gods and demons beyond the primordial wilderness and tell them about my Equal Heaven Path!"