Chapter 68: When the Dao Heart Wavers, Who Is Sun Wukong?

That terrifying giant beast composed of the power of time,

Among its countless compound eyes, for the first time a trace… of confusion emerged.

It does not understand.

Why this tiny Living Being, when faced with a soon‑to‑be‑erased, utterly ordinary memory,

would erupt with a resistance billions of times stronger than before…?

At the very moment the time‑devouring beast felt confusion,

Sun Wukong, however, fell into an even deeper level of agitation and fury!

The Master's memory was temporarily preserved.

However, that damned gnawing sensation had not vanished!

It merely shifted its target!

This time, it is Niu Mo Wang! Peng Mo Wang! Jiao Mo Wang!

Those who once called him brother, drank copiously, and ate huge chunks of meat,

the silhouettes of the demon‑king brothers who once stormed the Heavenly Court together are rapidly fading in his mind!

"No!"

Sun Wukong, like a madman, swung the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Tiěbàng, like a sky‑supporting divine pillar, churned the surrounding temporal turbulence into chaos!

Countless time Debris were smashed into powder by this savage force, then instantly reborn under bizarre rules.

He was like a drowning person, wildly flailing his arms, yet catching nothing.

He could not reach that damned enemy!

His strength, his Chaotic Demon God body he was proud of,

His invincible Golden Cudgel, at this moment, became a joke!

"Come out!"

"Get out, Old Sun!"

He roared wildly, his voice in the twisted spacetime sounding hollow and feeble.

Yet, his struggle, his anger, seemed to become the favorite dish of that time‑devouring beast.

It devoured with increasing glee!

Brother Niu Mo Wang's honest bull face became completely blurred.

Third brother Peng Mo Wang's sharp gaze turned into void.

The words they once said, the deeds they performed,

Like a scroll baked by scorching sun, they quickly turned pale and dry, then vanished entirely.

A massive sense of emptiness began to spread in Sun Wukong's heart.

As if a huge chunk of his life had been literally dug away.

And that time‑devouring beast was evidently not satisfied with this.

It switched its target again.

This time, its sharp teeth bit at the deepest imprint of Sun Wukong's Línghún!

Wǔxíng Shān!

The cold mountain that had pressed on him for a full five hundred years!

The humiliating, day‑after‑day copper‑juice iron sphere!

The solitary, long years spent listening to wind and watching rain!

The unyielding, sky‑gazing, towering hatred!

All of this together formed the pain and anger of half of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's soul,

At this moment, a force that could not be resisted violently tore it from his Original Spirit!

In an instant.

Sun Wukong's body, the ten‑thousand‑foot demonic ape ablaze with fire and demonic flames, suddenly stiffened.

A...

A feeling of "ease" he had never experienced instantly surged throughout his body!

The massive stone that had pressed on his heart for five hundred years, heavy enough to choke him, was suddenly moved!

The hatred was gone.

The anger was gone.

The deep‑seated loneliness and humiliation were gone.

The world, as if at this moment, became exceedingly light.

He even... felt a comfort that made him want to sink down forever.

But after merely a one‑thousandth‑of‑a‑second comfort.

Boundless, bone‑piercing Fear Heart Demon, like ice beneath the Nine Abyss, instantly engulfed him completely!

"No..."

He painfully clutched his own head.

The reason he is Sun Wukong!

The reason he is Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

It is precisely because he bore those five hundred years of suffering!

It is precisely because the hatred that never extinguishes burns in his heart!

That is his root! That is his bone! That is his everything!

If even this pain, this past, were taken away…

Then who is he?

He… is he still Sun Wukong?!

"Ahhh—!"

A painful roar squeezed out from deep within his throat.

He feels his very personality being torn apart alive!

One part of him is reveling in a pathological ease and release without pain or hatred.

While the other part, facing the imminent loss of self,

screams in desperate anguish over the fading of those memories!

In his pupils, burning with golden flame and demonic fire, bewilderment appears for the first time since his birth!

Shaken!

Who am I?

Why am I here?

Where am I going?

Questions capable of shattering any cultivator's Dao Heart,

echo like a curse, raging through his mind!

Crack!

A barely audible yet crystal‑clear snap.

From his indestructible Primordial Dao Fruit, a quiet sound arose.

His Dao Heart…

has split open a fissure!

"Roar—!!!"

Deep within the temporal vortex, the unseen Time‑devouring Beast keenly sensed his tremor!

It let out a silent yet excited roar!

This delicious feast has already abandoned its fiercest resistance!

A flaw has appeared in its soul!

This is the perfect moment to feast on the main course!

The Time‑devouring Beast hesitates no longer, intensifying its devouring force!

Its target is unmistakably clear!

The Western Heaven pilgrimage route!

That road, rife with lies, trials, betrayal, yet tinged with a complex emotion!

In an instant.

In Sun Wukong's mind, countless images began to rewind like fading scrolls, blurring rapidly!

The Master Tang Seng, who lacks the strength to even bind a chicken, full of compassion, yet dares to step forward at the critical moment…

His face began to look unfamiliar.

That gluttonous, lazy, cowardly pig, yet always able to bring a hint of humor in despair…

Its snorting is fading away.

That honest, simple, silent monk, quietly bearing a load…

His silhouette is fading.

The Daughter Kingdom queen's infatuated gaze…

The Scorpion spirit's seductive allure…

Lady White Bone's three playful tricks…

Everything is dissipating at breakneck speed!

Sun Wukong's struggle grows ever weaker.

His gaze, from fury to pain, then bewilderment, finally settles into a… numb void.

…

Meanwhile.

Far beyond this temporal vortex, in a darker, Deathly Silence‑filled Deep Chaos.

Several vague figures shrouded in endless demonic aura,

are passing through a massive black demonic mirror, coldly watching everything within the temporal vortex.

"Heh, truly worthy of the 'Time‑devouring Beast', it is indeed the best tool for dealing with such a mentally strong prey."

A hoarse voice sounded, laced with a hint of cruel amusement.

"His Dao Heart has already cracked."

Another voice rang out, full of detached superiority.

"As long as we erase the last emotional entanglement he has with that world, erase all his 'humanity'."

"He would then be merely a beast possessing the power of a Primordial Great Golden Immortal, yet unaware of why he fights."

"Then, even if his strength grows, it will not be fearsome."

"Silent Extinction Lord, you may prepare to cast the net."

Inside the magic mirror.

Sun Wukong's ten‑thousand‑zhang tall magic ape true form still stands upright in the temporal turbulence.

But the aura that stirred Chaos, shattered Heaven‑Reaching, and overwhelmed the heavens has now vanished without trace.

Only remains, like a statue without Línghún…… an emptiness.