Chapter 67: Temporal Turbulence, Memories Being Gnawed

Boom!

Sun Wukong's whole being was like a golden sun that had burned through eternity,

straight crashing into that twisted, chaotic time vortex!

The moment he entered,

he felt something was off.

The surrounding time Debris, like the sharpest knives, frantically scraped his body.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A rapid series of metallic clangs burst forth.

These fragments, capable of slicing an ordinary Saint into nothing in an instant,

hit his Chaotic Demon God body, yet left not even a white mark.

He was unfazed, ready to charge further inside.

Suddenly.

In his mind, it felt as if someone had lightly brushed his thoughts with a fingernail.

A tiny yet extremely awkward sense of emptiness flashed by.

Sun Wukong abruptly halted, his golden brows instantly furrowing.

He tried to recall.

He recalled just now in Bone City, the first one who leapt out to mock his master,

the Scale Armor Saint whose arm he had crushed with a single grip.

He remembered killing it.

He remembered its hideous scale armor.

He remembered its Fear Heart Demon before death.

But its face…

What did that face look like again?

In Sun Wukong's mind, the place where that face should be was a blurry mosaic.

Like a painting soaked in water, its features all blended together, impossible to see clearly.

"Hm?"

Sun Wukong's heart suddenly sank.

It wasn't his memory that was poor.

Since becoming a Saint, he never forgets a sight, not even a speck of dust from billions of years ago.

This is…

Something is "eating" his memories!

"Hey…"

He stretched his mouth, exposing stark white teeth, his smile cold and bone‑chilling.

"Stealing something, and it landed on my Lao Sun's head?"

"You skulking rat!"

Buzz—!

His eyes instantly erupted with light dazzling to the extreme!

Golden holy rays intertwined with dark crimson demonic intent, forming two divine beams that swept all directions!

Fiery Golden Eyes, full power activation!

Where the divine light passed, all laws were pierced, all illusion laid bare!

However.

There was nothing.

Before his eyes, aside from those still wildly twisted,

the time Debris like shards of glass, there was nothing.

The hidden thief seemed not to exist in this space.

Just as Sun Wukong was on guard, in that instant,

the feeling of being gnawed returned!

And it was a hundred times more intense than before!

This time, the one being gnawed was no longer some insignificant minor character.

It was his sworn elder brother, Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven, Niu Mo Wang!

It wasn't forgetting.

But a more terrifying stripping!

In his mind, all memories of Niu Mo Wang

were fading at an unimaginable speed!

The scenes of them drinking heartily and devouring meat together were dimming!

Their camaraderie in battling side‑by‑side, the zeal of storming the Heavens, was dissipating!

Niu Mo Wang's simple yet slightly cunning bovine face was becoming transparent!

That past, that cause and effect, seemed to be being pulled away by an invisible giant hand,

forcefully extracting it from the river of his life!

The feeling was as if someone, before his eyes, burned page by page the diary he had written with blood and tears!

Yet he didn't even get a chance to reach out!

"Give—me—roll—out—now!"

Sun Wukong erupted in pure fury!

He raised his head to the Heavens and let out a roar that shattered the Chaos Realm!

Boom!!!

The ten‑thousand‑zhang‑tall true form of the Chaos Realm Demon Ape instantly manifested!

That massive body, muscles bulging,

Black demonic flames and golden holy light coiled around its whole body,

as if to completely burst this twisted spacetime!

His fist, capable of crushing a vast world,

laden with power that can destroy everything, slammed it hard toward the void ahead!

"Die!"

This punch could turn the stars into dust!

This punch could make a Saint drink hatred on the spot!

However.

The fist passed through.

As if it struck empty space.

It raised not a ripple, nor touched any substance.

That raging power vanished without a trace, like a cow sinking into mud and sea.

Around, it remained that Deathly Silence time vortex.

Only the feeling of being gnawed at grew clearer, grew greedier.

As if an unseen ancient ferocious beast

was perched on his Línghún, savoring his past with relish.

A cold bead of sweat slowly slid from Sun Wukong's massive demon ape temple.

Since he became a Saint, this is the first time he feels…tricky.

Pure power here seems to have completely lost its effect.

This is not a battle.

This is a…plunder he has never heard of!

Sun Wukong forced himself to calm down.

His eyes, burning with fury, stared fixedly at the surrounding vortex, his mind racing wildly.

Can't hit, can't see.

It's not a spell, not a divine ability, nor any substance.

Then what exactly is it?

Suddenly.

He understood.

What he faced was not a "enemy" at all.

But a "rule"!

It is a living law unique to this area, feeding on "time" and "memory"!

That "Time‑devouring Beast" is not a monster hiding in the shadows.

It is the time vortex itself!

The moment he grasped this.

That greedy will seemed to notice that this "Beauty meal" was resisting.

It changed its strategy.

It no longer sampled bite by bite.

It opened its true gaping maw!

This time, its target was, within Sun Wukong's entire life,

the most profound, most painful, and most core imprint!

Wǔxíng Shān!

That cold mountain stone that had pressed on him for five hundred years!

That day‑after‑day copper‑juice iron pellet!

The boundless, endless solitude between Heaven and Earth!

That deeply bone‑penetrating, ultimate humiliation of being watched by all the gods and Buddhas as a monkey's play!

These images, these feelings, these that constitute half of Great Sage Equal to Heaven's soul's hatred and anger,

began to blur and fade violently!

No!

Sun Wukong's pupils suddenly contracted!

He could lose the memory of Bull Demon King, that which makes him angry!

But if he lost this five hundred years of pain…

If he forgot this hatred…

Would he still be Sun Wukong?!

Where does the towering fury that drives him to charge the Heaven‑reaching heights and crush Ling Shan come from?!

Without hatred, what does he have left?!

An unprecedented panic, like the most biting cold surge, instantly engulfed him!

He desperately tried to grasp those memories,

He wanted to etch every minute and second of those five hundred years anew upon his soul!

But he couldn't hold onto them!

That memory, like sand slipping through his fingers, faded faster and faster!

No… don't…

I can't forget!

I can't…

Just as he desperately fought against this oblivion,

That invisible maw shifted its target once again.

It lunged at another memory—older, warmer, and more important.

Spirit Platform Fangcun Mountain.

Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave.

An old immortal wearing a plain Daoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, with eyes warm and kind.

The old immortal smiled and rubbed his monkey head,

Teaching him word by word the arts of longevity, the Seventy‑two Transformations, and the Somersault Cloud.

It was the first true ray of sunshine in his life.

That name…

The name he had carved into the depths of his Original Spirit, a name he dared not even whisper…

Bu…

Bu… what was it again?

Sun Wukong's mind went instantly blank.

That figure was growing distant.

That name was becoming unfamiliar.

Like a word he had never heard before.

"No…"

He stood there, dazed, his towering demon‑ape true form,

at this moment began to tremble violently beyond his control.

Not because of anger.

Not because of pain.

but a terror ten thousand times greater than the annihilation of his Divine Soul—

Despair!

"No——!!!!"

A roar no living being could utter, a heart‑rending bellow, exploded from the depths of his throat!

He could die!

He could be ground to the tiniest speck of dust in the Chaos Realm!

But he must never forget his master!

"Who!!!"

"How dare you move my master!!!"

Boom——!!!!

Sun Wukong's eye sockets instantly streamed two lines of golden blood‑tears!

His massive Chaos Realm demon‑ape true form actually began to burn at that moment!

Not magical power, not divine ability!

but the Primordial Source of his Primordial Luo Golden Immortal self!

He was, in a self‑destructive way, frantically squeezing everything out of himself,

solely to oppose the terrifying law that devoured his very foundation!

And at that very moment.

In the deepest reaches of this temporal turbulence, the terrifying beast forged from the power of time,

in its countless compound eyes, revealed for the first time a hint… of confusion.

It did not understand.

Why this tiny living being,

when faced with a mundane memory about to be erased,

would erupt with an intensity a hundred million times greater than before—

Resistance?

Ps: The New Year's holiday is drawing to a close; thank you, family, for your constant companionship!

I will continue to work hard to write the upcoming plot; thank you for listening!