Chapter 79: The Secret of the Debris, the Female Demon God in the Cage

Sun Wukong grasped the crystal Debris that had fallen from the Jiemie Demon God's body.

His brow twisted into a tight knot.

This thing feels warm and smooth to the touch.

A faint, familiar scent belonging to his Master still lingered on it.

But beyond that scent, within the Debris lay something even older and purer.

It was the Primordial Source of the Dao.

A terrifying existence that surpasses any law he has ever seen!

Why would that trash, the Jiemie Demon God, possess such something?

Why would his Master want to collect it?

Sun Wukong's mind was a bit chaotic.

He shook his head, completely expelling the Jiemie Demon God's scathing words from his mind.

Trust him?

I, Old Sun, would rather believe a pig can climb a tree!

I know my Master better than anyone!

But… this Debris is ultimately a strange thing.

To figure all this out, we must uncover the Debris's secret!

A flash of brilliance sparked in Sun Wukong's eyes.

He was no longer the impulsive monkey of old.

Though still arrogant, his Master's teachings and the trials of the Three Realms taught him to think.

He thought for a moment and decided not to hesitate.

Let whatever dragon‑pool or tiger‑den lies inside!

I, Old Sun, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Mixed Origin Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Just now I beat a Chaotic Demon God into a trembling mess!

And still fear this tiny broken stone?

He sneered.

He carefully sent a strand of his Sacred Thought into the Chaos Core Fragment.

He intended to sample it lightly, to test its reality.

However!

The moment his Sacred Thought just touched the Debris!

Buzz—!!!

An utterly irresistible, extremely terrifying suction burst explosively from that tiny Debris!

"Not good!"

Sun Wukong's heart pounded wildly!

He tried to withdraw his Sacred Thought, but it was already too late!

The suction was like the most voracious black hole in Deep Chaos!

It also resembled an invisible, icy giant hand!

It seized his Original Spirit tightly!

Then, it dragged him violently into a bottomless jet‑black vortex!

"Get out...!"

Sun Wukong roared, unleashing his Mixed Origin Sacred Power without restraint!

Golden aura surged skyward from his body, trying to break free of the strange suction!

Useless!

Completely useless!

His Mixed Origin Sacred Body, capable of shaking Chaos, was as fragile as a sheet of paper before the suction!

His Original Spirit, his consciousness, even his flesh!

All were forcibly pulled by that force, drawn into the interior of the Debris!

Heaven spun, earth turned!

Stars shifted, constellations moved!

Sun Wukong felt his entire being twisted into a lump and forced into a narrow, twisted conduit!

He couldn't even let out a Cànjiào!

In an instant, his whole self vanished without a trace in this Deathly Silence of the Chaos star region!

…

He could not tell how long had passed.

Perhaps it was a moment.

Perhaps it was millions of years.

When Sun Wukong regained consciousness again.

He found himself in a completely unfamiliar space.

Here, everything was a hazy gray.

No stars, no light.

Only endless, suffocating Deathly Silence.

The laws of this place are shattered beyond repair, filled with the stench of decay and imprisonment.

It is like a massive tomb that has been forgotten for countless ages.

"Where… is this?"

Sun Wukong shook his head, forcing himself to endure the tearing agony transmitted by his Original Spirit.

He looked around, fully activating his Fiery Golden Eyes, yet could only see a dense, impenetrable gray mist.

A strong unease rose in his heart.

And at that moment.

He saw.

Just not far ahead of him.

A colossal prison cage made of countless bizarre runes floated silently within the gray mist.

The cage was as black as ink.

Each rune resembled a twisted eye, emitting a poisonous aura that stripped away all vitality.

And within the cage.

A figure was pierced through the body by countless black chains, sturdier than chaotic black iron, hanging in midair.

Those chains pierced her scapula, pierced her heart, and bound her limbs…

On each chain flickered the Dao Rhythm of the Extinction Law, continuously grinding away her Primordial Source.

Sun Wukong's pupils contracted sharply.

That… was a woman!

A… Chaotic Demon God!

Though she was tormented to the brink of death, her body covered with terrifying wounds.

Even her long hair had long since been congealed by dried demonic blood into strands.

Yet Sun Wukong could still see from her graceful silhouette and the face, even though it was smeared with filth,

that could not conceal the exquisite beauty of her face, revealing the supreme elegance she once possessed.

It is a kind of ultimate beauty that originates from the very source of life.

It differs from Chang'e's coolness and from Kong Xuan's brilliance.

It is a beauty as breathtaking as the first ray of light when Chaos first opened.

Yet this peerless female demon god,

at this moment, is like a ruined sacrificial offering, cruelly imprisoned here!

Who did this?

Was it that scum of the Jiemie Demon God?

Just as Sun Wukong's spirit trembled.

The female demon god in the cage seemed to sense the aura of an unfamiliar living being.

Her lowered head rose extremely slowly and with great difficulty.

A pair of eyes, through the tangled hair, fell upon Sun Wukong.

What kind of eyes were those!

Within them, the pride and majesty befitting a Chaotic Demon God were absent.

What remained was a seething hatred that had burned for countless eras and never extinguished.

And a bone‑deep, endless fatigue!

She stared at Sun Wukong with unflinching gaze.

When she sensed the lingering aura on Sun Wukong that belonged to a Mixed Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal,

the fatigue in her eyes was instantly replaced by a cold killing intent!

She—misunderstood!

She took Sun Wukong for an accomplice of the Jiemie Demon God!

She regarded him as another executioner who came to torment her and admire her suffering!

"Another… has come…"

Her hoarse voice, like two rough stones grinding together, was filled with despair and madness.

"Come see me… am I dead?"

"Hehe…"

She smiled.

In her laughter lay a resolve to utterly destroy this world.

"Since you've come…"

"Then… don't go!"

"Stay with me… and sink together!"

Before the words finished!

The female demon god exhausted her last ounce of strength,

and unleashed her most primordial, also final, chaotic divine skill!

"Great Dream… Ten Thousand Realms!!!"

Boom!!!

An invisible yet sea‑vast force of law erupted thunderously from her body!

That was not an energy attack!

It wasn't a Divine Soul strike!

But it is a supreme divine ability, formed purely from the rules of the Illusory Dream!

A technique so powerful that even a Saint would instantly sink, fall into the eternal Dream Realm, and never awaken—a killing art!

The gray mist, at this moment, seemed to come alive!

The entire prison space began to twist and melt!

Sun Wukong only felt his vision blur, an irresistible,

A weariness and drowsiness rising from the depths of the soul,

Like a collapsing mountain and tsunami, it came down upon his consciousness!

He wanted to resist!

He wanted to wield the Golden Cudgel!

But his eyelids became heavier than a hundred thousand Sumeru mountains!

His consciousness was being pulled by a gentle yet overbearing force,

Forcibly dragged into a splendid Abyss composed of endless Dream Realm!

It's over!

This was Sun Wukong's final thought before losing consciousness completely.