Chapter 85: Wan Jie Exchange Hall, Rules Greater Than Heaven

Yao's voice rang in Sun Wukong's mind.

"Master, ahead is the Wan Jie Exchange Hall."

Sun Wukong looked in the direction she pointed, and even with his temperament, his pupils involuntarily narrowed slightly.

What a spectacular sight it was!

It was not a city or a building at all.

It was a slab composed of countless broken, incomplete world Debris,

forced together by some incomprehensible great force, a floating continent suspended in the void of the Chaos Realm!

Above the continent hung an unbearably glaring sun.

That sun was not flame, but formed from billions of pure-to-the-extreme Chaos Source Crystals,

its radiance carried a wealth aura that made one's Línghún shiver.

Here, in the Chaos Realm, is the largest gold‑selling den!

It is the place where countless outlaws and mighty titans trade everything!

"Interesting."

Sun Wukong grinned, hoisting his Golden Cudgel, ready to become a flash of light and charge forward.

"Master, wait!"

Yao quickly sent a voice transmission to stop him.

"Something's odd here!"

The moment the two approached the continent, Sun Wukong's steps abruptly halted.

He sensed an invisible yet vast and overwhelming force that made his heart race.

That force turned into an endless net that enveloped the entire Wan Jie Exchange Hall.

It was cold, merciless, imbued with supreme rule.

It seemed to declare that any Living Being daring to defy its authority here would be utterly erased in an instant!

Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes gazed toward the continent's entrance.

There stood an enormous blood‑colored stone tablet.

On the tablet, an ancient Chaos script etched a line of iron‑drawn silver hooks, a massive character brimming with murderous aura!

【No violence allowed; violators will be erased!】

Each character seemed forged with the Saint King's blood, exuding undeniable dominance!

Yao's expression grew unusually solemn, and she transmitted, "Master, the director of this Wan Jie Exchange Hall has an extremely mysterious background."

"Rumor has it his strength is not below the Jiemie Demon God, perhaps even… stronger!"

"Here, the rules are greater than Heaven!"

"No one dares to break them!"

"Otherwise, whoever it is meets only one fate: death!"

Sun Wukong heard this, and the playful glint in his eyes deepened.

Rules?

Old Sun loves hearing those two words most.

Because they're meant to be broken!

But now is not the time.

"Let's go, take a look inside."

Sun Wukong restrained his aura and, together with Yao, transformed into two inconspicuous Chaos Living Beings.

They followed the crowded stream of 'people' to the entrance.

Two stone‑like statues of guards extended their hands.

"Admission fee: one low‑grade Source Crystal per person."

Yao courteously handed over two Source Crystals.

Sun Wukong brushed his empty pocket, and for the first time felt a strange sensation.

Enter the Wan Jie Exchange Hall.

The scene inside further opened Sun Wukong's eyes.

It was essentially a magnified, bizarre marketplace.

The clamor of voices boiled over, the noise shaking the heavens.

A three‑headed giant haggled with a demon whose body oozed magma.

A graceful elf with butterfly wings on its back,

was selling bottles of 'World's Tears' that glowed with dreamlike brilliance.

Even, Sun Wukong saw at a stall,

a Quasi‑Saint‑ranked deity, tightly bound by law‑chains, still writhing and wailing!

The stall owner was a chubby man with octopus tentacles, lazily shouting.

"Selling deities! Selling deities!"

"Freshly baked Faith deities, perfect for forging an external avatar or directly devouring a divine rank, are top‑notch choices!"

"One, for just a single small‑world Primordial Source! No refunds or exchanges!"

Sun Wukong leaned over for a glance.

Then, he silently stepped away.

He brushed his pocket.

Empty.

He glanced at the stalls again, where all kinds of rare treasures were traded in units of 'one small world's Primordial Source' and 'hundreds of strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi'.

Sun Wukong, for the first time, clearly realized a fact.

This old monkey...

Looks like I'm a penniless wretch!

This feeling is so damned suffocating!

More suffocating than being pressed under Wǔxíng Shān back then!

Just then!

A huge commotion suddenly erupted from the crowd!

The originally crowded street was pushed aside by an invisible pair of huge hands, instantly clearing a wide passage.

Countless Living Beings, regardless of their Xiūwéi or background strength,

At this moment, they all fled to the sides, their faces filled with deep awe and fear.

Only seen, a troupe of figures emanating overwhelming demonic aura,

surrounding a towering demon god, they strode in arrogantly!

The leader was none other than the Jiemie Demon God!

He wore an arrogant expression, looking down on everything.

His feet didn't even touch the ground.

Under his feet, a light carpet paved entirely with top-grade Chaos Source Crystal,

appearing out of thin air, extending forward with his steps!

The wealth light radiating from that carpet stung people's eyes!

Arrogant!

Overbearing!

He certainly didn't come just to participate in the auction.

He was like a king inspecting his own territory!

It was as if he were slapping everyone present in the face with money!

The Jiemie Demon God instantly spotted Sun Wukong and Yao in the crowd.

His steps paused slightly.

Immediately, the corner of his mouth curled into an extremely mocking and contemptuous sneer.

That gaze was like looking at two bugs that had luckily crawled out of a sewer, only to bump into his feet.

He couldn't be bothered to speak to Sun Wukong.

He merely turned his head and, in a moderate voice, lightly said to a subordinate beside him:

"It seems there are always some ignorant ants who think that escaping for a moment means escaping forever."

"Go check why they came here."

"I don't like having flies buzzing around my ears."

That subordinate immediately bowed and obeyed.

And the Jiemie Demon God, without another glance at Sun Wukong, headed straight for the auction hall deep within the Wan Jie Exchange Hall.

Ignored!

This is the ultimate ignoring!

Yao's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

She clenched her teeth and transmitted: 'Master, he... he brought a huge amount of wealth!'

It seems he is determined to obtain that Chaos Core Fragment!

We...

Her words were filled with worry and reluctance.

In a place like the Wan Jie Exchange Hall, having no money is equivalent to having nothing.

However.

Sun Wukong, however, laughed.

He extended his furry paw and patted Yao's shoulder.

In his Fiery Golden Eyes, there was no trace of anger or anxiety, only an endless, calculating light flickering.

Don't rush.

His voice carried a soothing magic that put people at ease.

Compared to wealth, this old monkey perhaps can't match.

But if we're talking about whose 'goods' are harder...

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing two rows of stark white teeth, smiling like a brat ready to steal all the candy.

In this chaos, I claim second place; who dares claim first?