Chapter 84: We, Old Sun's people, can't speak while kneeling!

Yao's oath rang out as it struck the ground.

Every character bears the primordial imprint of her being a Chaotic Demon God.

This means she is not joking.

If she breaks it, her Dao Heart will be damaged, and she will make no progress forever!

Seeing the demon god kneeling on one knee with a resolute expression, Sun Wukong felt rather uneasy.

He is most annoyed by these formalities.

"Hey, hey, hey, get up, get up!"

Sun Wukong extended a claw and waved impatiently.

"I, Old Sun, don't like this!"

"I saved you, first because you have a grudge against that Deathly Silence bird‑man, and second… because I find you likable."

"It's not that complicated."

He was speaking the truth.

But to Yao's ears, it felt different.

No expectation of reward, acting from the heart.

Such demeanor, such magnitude!

No wonder they're a disciple taught by Senior Void!

Yao not only did not stand, but lowered their head even further, their gaze unwavering.

"Sir, in Yao's heart, rules are just rules."

"You are a disciple of Senior Void, thus you are my elder."

"You have granted me rebirth, equivalent to recreating my parents."

"From the moment you gave me that drop of Primordial Essence Blood, you have become Yao's sole master forever!"

"This fact will never change!"

Sun Wukong looked at their stubborn demeanor, scratched his head, feeling at a loss.

He could tell that the demon god's temperament was extremely obstinate; even a nine‑headed ox couldn't pull them back.

"Fine, fine, as you wish, as you wish."

Sun Wukong couldn't force them, so he gave up.

After all, having an extra subordinate is better than having an extra enemy.

He shifted the conversation and asked directly about the most pressing matter.

"Since that's the case, stop kneeling and get up quickly."

"First, tell me, how do we get out of this broken cage?"

Hearing Sun Wukong relax his voice, a genuine Smile appeared on Yao's face.

That Smile blossomed like a hundred flowers, like ice melting for the first time.

It seemed to make this gray space, dead silent for countless years, instantly much brighter.

"Yes, Master."

They stood up obediently.

That "Master" was spoken naturally, without any strain.

They glanced at the surrounding space that had imprisoned them for countless years, a flash of disgust in their eyes.

Then, with a plain hand, they waved.

There was no earth‑shaking magical surge, only mysterious laws circulating at their fingertips.

The seemingly indestructible spatial barrier ahead suddenly rippled like a calm lake struck by a stone.

Ripples spread in concentric circles.

In the next second, an opening big enough for one person, exuding the aura of the Chaos Realm, materialized out of thin air.

Yao turned sideways, made a "please" gesture toward Sun Wukong, and respectfully explained:

"Master, this prison space itself uses that Chaos Core Fragment as its energy source and array eye."

"Since you took the core, it naturally became rootless like a floating duckweed, unable to trap us."

"I see."

Sun Wukong, bearing the Golden Cudgel, stepped forward first.

Yao followed closely behind.

As the two stepped out, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

That oppressive, decayed, dead‑silent aura vanished without a trace.

In its place was an endless, turbulent Chaos void.

Sun Wukong glanced at the demon god beside him, whose temperament had become completely different.

Although due to heavy loss of Primordial Source, Yao's strength had only temporarily recovered to the later stage of the Saint realm.

Yet the strange Dao Rhythm belonging to the Illusion Dream Law on them made Sun Wukong feel somewhat intrigued.

This is far more useful than those demon gods who only rely on brute force.

Being new here, unfamiliar with the land and people.

So they recruited a strong local "guide" who also serves as a thug.

Not bad, not bad!

Sun Wukong felt quite satisfied, and a smile appeared on his face.

He is hot‑tempered; as soon as he escaped, he thought of his primary goal.

He turned his head to look at Yao; in his golden pupils, killing intent flashed.

"Yao, do you know where that Silent Extinction bird person is now?"

"I'll go right now and twist his head off to use as your chamber pot!"

Yao's heart warmed upon hearing that.

But Yao quickly calmed down and shook their head.

"Master, don't act impulsively."

She solemnly analyzed: "Silent Extinction is itself a top-tier expert of Saint King Rank,

the banner 'All Laws Return to Silence' in his hand is overwhelmingly domineering, capable of suppressing all manner of divine abilities under heaven."

"Moreover, he betrayed my master, seized the debris, and used it as a token to gain allegiance,

he has allied himself with a more terrifying entity; now he wields great power in the Chaos Realm, with many demon gods under his command."

"Going to him now would be nothing short of walking into a trap."

"Oh?" Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, "Then what do you think we should do?"

Although he is arrogant, he is not a fool.

My master didn't throw him into this Chaos Realm just to have him die.

It is to let him come and clear away obstacles!

A flash of wisdom's light passed through Yao's eyes.

"Our top priority is to get the next Chaos Core Fragment before Silent Extinction!"

"As long as we have enough fragments in our hands, not only can we boost the master's power,

and we can also use them as a clue to locate the Void Senior and meet with them."

"By then, a mere Silent Extinction can be wiped out with a flip of the hand!"

Sun Wukong heard this and nodded.

He understands this principle.

If we can beat them, we fight; if we can't, we first develop, then return to fight after we've grown.

"Where is the next fragment?" Sun Wukong asked.

Yao paused, as if organizing the information in their memory.

After a moment, they provided a piece of key information that even Sun Wukong found surprising.

"According to some fragmentary information I obtained before being imprisoned,

"The third known Chaos Core Fragment will appear in three days,

"at the Chaos Realm's largest black market—the Wan Jie Exchange Hall—where it will be publicly auctioned!"

"Auction?"

Upon hearing those two words, Sun Wukong's golden eyes instantly lit up!

That glow was even brighter than seeing any peerless treasure!

"Black market?"

"Auction?"

Just hearing it, it's a place of mixed fish and dragons, extraordinarily lively!

I, Old Sun, love this kind of place the most!

He rubbed his fuzzy chin, the corners of his mouth spreading,

revealing a smile that looked utterly ill-intentioned no matter how you looked at it.

"Hehe... Auction, great!"

"Really great!"

In his mind, a scene began to automatically appear.

He imagined himself charging into that so-called "Exchange Hall", slamming his Golden Cudgel onto the ground,

and then shouting loudly to everyone, "This treasure is fated with me, Old Sun!"

Just thinking about that scene made his monkey hairs stand on end with excitement!

As for money?

What is that?

When has Old Sun ever paid for things he's snatched?