Chapter 90: Bodhi finally appears! Your final lesson begins!

The auction hall's atmosphere had gone completely insane!

"Five hundred portions of the Great Thousand Worlds Origin! Plus a hundred strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi! Monkey! If you've got the guts, follow!"

The Jiemie Demon God's eyes were blood‑red, the price practically squeezed out from between his teeth.

He'd been provoked by Sun Wukong's words and was now utterly furious.

Today he not only wants the fragment, he wants to use endless wealth,

to smash to death this monkey who doesn't know the height of heaven or depth of earth!

He wants the whole Chaos Realm to know the fate of anyone who provokes the Jiemie Demon God!

Yet, faced with this astronomical price that would make any Saint gasp,

Sun Wukong merely flicked his ear, wearing a look of disdain.

"Tch."

"Is this all you've got to show off?"

"Too little, too little!"

He shook his head, that look of contempt almost making the Jiemie Demon God spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"You…!"

"Auctioneer! Drop the hammer!"

The Jiemie Demon God didn't want to waste another word on this monkey,

he roared at the auctioneer on stage who'd been scared stiff.

That Saint‑ranked auctioneer shuddered, came to, and tremblingly raised the auction hammer in his hand.

In the hall, every living being's breath halted at that moment.

They knew this heart‑pounding auction was finally about to end.

Just as the auction hammer was about to fall, striking the final note——

Sun Wukong's mouth curled into a smile of a scheme succeeded.

He gave a subtle glance to Yao behind the crowd,

Now!

Yao smiled, a smile that could topple nations.

She thrust forward her hands, which had been sealed in hand signs for ages.

"Divine Ability—Great Dream Myriad Worlds!"

In an instant!

An invisible, intangible yet omnipresent force of the Illusion Dream Law,

like a bursting flood, instantly swept over the entire Wan Jie Exchange Hall.

There was no earth‑shaking sound.

No world‑destroying might.

Every being present, whether the Saint kings in the private boxes

or the Quasi‑Saints in the main hall, their movements suddenly stalled.

Everyone's gaze grew a little hollow.

In their dream‑realm, the hammer in the auctioneer's hand had already come down heavily!

"Clang!"

"Deal!"

They saw the Jiemie Demon God let out a victorious mad laugh,

and saw the Chaos Core Fragment turn into a stream of light, flying into his hand.

They could even feel the Jiemie Demon God's complacent aura,

and Sun Wukong's annoyed roar.

Everything felt so real!

So real that no one noticed the slightest abnormality!

But in reality——

that fleeting illusion, shorter than a blink, shorter than a thought,

Sun Wukong moved!

His figure flickered and he vanished from the auction stage,

reappearing a second later in an inconspicuous corner of the hall.

This was exactly the weakest node of the treasury formation pointed out by Guide Daoist,

"Open…… for me!"

Sun Wukong bellowed, his Golden Cudgel already filled with the purest force law,

without using any saintly power, he simply and directly smashed it into the void ahead!

No need to go through a door, nor to open one!

In the face of absolute power, every formation is a paper tiger!

"Boom!"

A deep, deafening roar rang out, perfectly masked by the "Great Dream Myriad Worlds" ability, unheard by anyone.

That spot, impregnable enough to withstand a full‑force strike from a Saint king,

was blasted open by Sun Wukong's staff into a huge hole!

Blazing treasure light poured out from the hole!

Sun Wukong didn't even glance at the dazzling array of other treasures; his form flashed and he rushed straight in!

He snatched the true Chaos Core Fragment floating at the very core of the treasury, guarded by layer upon layer of formations!

Upon touching it, warm and smooth, the Dao Rhythm it contained was far richer than the projection on the auction block—by more than ten thousandfold!

"Got it!"

Sun Wukong felt a surge of joy, without hesitation he grasped the Debris and shot out of the hole.

He grabbed Yao, who had been waiting here, and the two turned into a golden light,

Instantly they broke through the roof of the Wan Jie Exchange Hall and fled straight into the boundless Chaos Realm!

The whole process was smooth as flowing clouds and water, reaching peak speed!

At the very moment they left the Exchange Hall,

Yao's thought moved, and she dispelled her divine ability.

"Clang!"

In reality, the auctioneer's hammer finally fell upon the auction block.

"Done……"

He hadn't even uttered the word "trade" yet.

All Living Beings in the venue suddenly awoke!

That incredibly realistic Dream Realm, like a shattered mirror, instantly shattered!

Everyone was dumbfounded!

They blankly looked around, then looked at themselves.

What just happened?

The Jiemie Demon God also staggered, realizing he had not gotten the Debris at all, and that monkey was nowhere to be seen!

"Not good!"

He was the first to react, his divine sense sweeping out wildly!

Then he saw the auction block empty as could be!

He saw the huge hole in the corner of the venue, still constantly glowing with treasure light!

He saw the treasury, which should have been impregnable, now wide open!

"Ahhhhh!"

The Jiemie Demon God let out a heart‑rending roar, his voice filled with endless anger at being toyed with and mad killing intent!

"Monkey!!!"

"I will kill you!!!"

The entire Wan Jie Exchange Hall fell into utter chaos at this moment!

And the instigator had long since fled.

A peal of laughter brimming with endless mockery and teasing came from the distant Deep Chaos,

crossing boundless time and space, crystal clear, echoing in the ears of every Living Being.

Especially, beside the dazed Welcoming Dàorén kneeling on the ground.

"Old coot!"

"I, Old Sun, only promised not to kill you, but I never promised…… to save you!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The laughter reverberated.

The Welcoming Dàorén's body stiffened suddenly.

He slowly lifted his head, his blood‑smeared face etched with despair and disbelief.

The next second.

Countless angry, icy gazes brimming with heaven‑shaking killing intent instantly engulfed him!

In the boundless Chaos Realm, Sun Wukong pulled Yao along, racing all the way.

He hefted the two uneven Chaos Core Fragments in his hand, feeling utterly exhilarated.

Just then!

An abrupt change occurred!

Those two originally unrelated Chaos Core Fragments, as if pulled by some mysterious power,

actually flew up from his hand on their own, slowly rotating in the air and drawing near!

They emitted a soft light, the rays intertwining, and indeed in the void,

they projected a blurry yet towering, immensely imposing figure!

That figure's face could not be made out, but merely a silhouette,

was enough to make Sun Wukong feel a throb from deep within his bloodline!

He saw that the towering figure's lips seemed to be opening and closing silently.

Sun Wukong exerted himself fully, activating his Fiery Golden Eyes, and finally made out those two characters.

"Pan……gu……"

Just then!

A familiar, plain voice, yet containing the supreme Dao Rhythm,

without any warning, it directly resonated in Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness.

"Disciple, well done."

Your final lesson begins.