Chapter 59: Pre‑Departure Instructions

In the Water Curtain Cave,

All the demons have retreated, and the clamor has ceased.

Only Sun Wukong and Kong Xuan remain.

The luminous pearl atop the cave emits a gentle glow, stretching their shadows long.

No one says a word.

In the air, only each other's clearly audible breathing and the waterfall's splashy roar outside the cave can be heard.

Sun Wukong sits on a stone stool, polishing that dark‑golden iron rod.

He polishes it very carefully, very earnestly.

As if he wants to etch every pattern on the rod into his heart.

Kong Xuan sits nearby, bathed in the pearl's light, doing something completely at odds with her status, power, and even temperament.

She is sewing a garment.

One needle, one thread.

It is a battle robe of black base with golden patterns, its style somewhat resembling the chain‑mail Golden Armor Sun Wukong usually wears, yet its material is extraordinary.

Those are the most Primordial Source five‑colored feathers she shed, twisted into thread.

Ground into powder with the Chaos Realm rare treasure "Heaven Star Stone," it was blended into the fabric.

Her movements are somewhat clumsy.

Obviously, this proud Peacock Great Bright King is stitching such needlework for the first time in her life.

Several times, the special bone needle pierced her fingertips, oozing dark‑red blood beads.

She pays no mind, wipes away the blood beads, and continues stitching.

Sun Wukong stops polishing, and simply watches her quietly.

He watches her drooping brows and eyes, watches her focused expression.

A soft spot in his heart is gently stirred.

"Are you being foolish?"

He speaks, breaking the silence.

"Using your Primordial Source feather as thread, should you face a strong foe, the power of your five‑colored divine light will be weakened by three points."

Kong Xuan does not look up, and her hands keep moving.

"Anyway, I can't move you anyway."

Her voice is soft.

"Besides, aren't all future fights your business? I'm a Demon Queen, I don't have to charge ahead."

Sun Wukong is momentarily at a loss for words.

The remark seems faultless.

He scratches his cheek, stands up, and walks to Kong Xuan's side.

He looks at the battle robe nearly finished, then at her pale fingers dotted with a few needle holes.

"Just conjure one with immortal arts, and that would suffice?"

"That's different."

Kong Xuan finally lifts her head, meeting his gaze.

In her eyes, the former pride and edge are gone, leaving only an inextricable tenderness.

"Things conjured by spells have no warmth."

She finishes the final stitch, bites off the feather thread, then lifts the battle robe and hands it to Sun Wukong.

"Put it on and try it."

Sun Wukong takes the battle robe.

It feels warm to the touch, yet unbearably heavy.

He can sense that within this garment lies Kong Xuan's Primordial Source power and her heartfelt effort.

Following the suggestion, he removes his armor and dons the new battle robe.

Neither too big nor too small, just right.

The black lining makes him appear even more heroic.

The golden patterns, under the pearl's radiance, flow with a faint divine light, reflecting off the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

"Looks good," Kong Xuan says, looking at him with sincere admiration.

"Hmm."

Sun Wukong replies with a hum, but feels a slight blockage in his heart.

He knows this may be the last thing she can do for him.

Venturing into the Chaos Realm, life and death are unpredictable.

He cannot even gauge his own master's safety, let alone guarantee his own return.

Kong... Xuan seems to have seen through his thoughts.

She stands, walks before him, reaches out, and smooths his collar.

"Don't dwell on such trivialities."

"You promised me."

Sun Wukong is startled.

"Promised you what?"

"You said I am yours," Kong Xuan's cheek flushes slightly, yet her gaze remains resolute. "You said I am the Demon Queen."

"You don't speak in jest."

Sun Wukong fell silent.

"So, you are not allowed to die out there."

Kong Xuan's voice carried an undeniable domineering tone.

"If you dare to die, I'll go into the Chaos Realm and pick your bones back one by one."

"Then I'll hang myself at the gate of Ling Shan, letting the Three Realms see the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's joke."

Listening to those harsh words, Sun Wukong laughed.

He spread his arms and tightly embraced the woman before him, whose words contradicted her heart.

Her body was supple, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Fine."

He whispered by her ear.

"I, old Sun, promise you."

"Wait for my return."

He paused, and his voice became exceedingly serious.

"I grant you a wedding, the grandest and most spectacular in the Three Realms."

Kong Xuan's body trembled violently in his arms.

She said nothing.

She merely buried her face deep into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist with all her strength.

For a long while.

Sun Wukong released her and took three emerald bamboo leaves from his Original Spirit.

They were left to him by Master Bodhi.

Each leaf contained the full‑force strike of the Chaotic Demon God.

"Take this."

He thrust the bamboo leaf into Kong Xuan's hand.

Kong Xuan tried to refuse.

"No, this is your master…"

"Take it," Sun Wukong said unambiguously, "I don't need it."

He looked at Kong Xuan, grinned, showing a set of white teeth.

"The enemy who could make old Sun use this hasn't even been born yet."

"It's just for you to play with. If some short‑sighted fellow causes trouble on Mount Huaguo, you use this to give him a fireworks show."

Kong Xuan knew he was comforting himself.

She no longer declined, and solemnly stored the three bamboo leaves.

"I'll wait for you."

She only said those three words.

Sun Wukong nodded.

He said nothing more.

All words were now unnecessary to speak.

……

The next day, before dawn.

Sun Wukong did not disturb anyone and silently left the Water Curtain Cave.

He stood on the summit of Mount Huaguo, casting one last glance at the pale fish‑belly light rising in the east.

Then, he tore the void and stepped into it.

Shortly after his departure.

A multicolored figure appeared where he had just stood.

Kong Xuan stared dazedly at the sky, now restored to its original state, a line of clear tears silently sliding down.

It was at the same moment Sun Wukong vanished into the primeval chaos.

Within the Three Realms, whether immortal cultivators meditating in cave dwellings or mortals tilling fields,

whether spirit beasts roaming the deep sea or ghost messengers on duty in the Nine Netherworld,

all Living Beings seemed to feel something in their hearts, all raising their heads together toward the sky.

They saw nothing.

Yet they just knew.

The king who protected the Three Realms and set new rules for all beings had left.

Countless people, unconsciously, bowed deeply toward the sky.

"A grand send‑off to the Great Sage!"

Voices gathered into a torrent, resonating throughout the Three Realms.

……

Within the Chaos Realm.

There is no up, down, east, west, no past or future.

Here is the beginning of all things, and also the end of all things.

The raging Chaotic Gale Wind can, in an instant, blow a Great Luo Golden Immortal into Xíngshén jù miè.

The shattered law fragments, like the sharpest blades, splattered everywhere.

Sun Wukong, the moment he stepped into this place, felt a massive pressure.

It was not a suppression of power, but a rejection on the level of existence.

It seemed as if the entire Chaos Realm was resisting him, the "outsider".

He let out a cold snort, and the aura of the Mixed‑Primordial Saint erupted with a roar,

The true form of the Chaotic Demon God flickered in and out, instantly dispersing the surrounding pressure and stabilizing a small area.

He steadied his stance, Fiery Golden Eyes operating at full power, attempting to find the traces the Master left in this void.

But the instant he cleared the surrounding scene,

his pupils suddenly contracted.

somewhere ahead of him, an unknown distance away.

a corpse so massive it defied description floated silently.

The corpse, shaped like a giant, was covered in snarling bone spines; merely floating there, its lingering aura caused the surrounding Chaos currents to solidify.

It was a Demon God's corpse.

Moreover, it was a Saint Level Chaotic Demon God!

Sun Wukong's heart sank.

He had just entered and already saw a Saint's corpse.

What exactly is the "deception" the Master mentioned in the letter?

He gripped his Golden Cudgel tightly, cautiously approaching the corpse slowly.

He wanted to see how this Demon God had actually died.