Chapter 91: Disciple, you've done well—your final lesson

The two uneven pieces of Chaos Core Fragment slipped from Sun Wukong's palm.

They hovered in the void, rotating, drawing closer to each other.

A soft light spread from the fragments, intertwining into a brilliant curtain of light.

Upon the light curtain, a blurry silhouette gradually coalesced.

That figure stood heaven‑high, as if bearing the weight of the entire Chaos Realm.

A bleak, ancient, world‑splitting aura surged forth, making Sun Wukong's Chaos Demon‑Ape bloodline tremble!

The figure's lips opened and closed silently.

Sun Wukong exerted all his strength, pouring Primordial Holy Power into his eyes, driving his Fiery Golden Eyes to the extreme!

He saw clearly!

Those were two characters!

Pan… ancient…

Sun Wukong's heart clenched violently!

At that very moment!

A familiar, plain voice he had longed for day and night, known to his very bones, suddenly echoed in his sea of consciousness without warning.

"Disciple, you've done well."

Boom!

Sun Wukong's body jerked rigid!

That Dao Heart, tempered through myriad battles, had long been forged as hard as stone and cold as iron.

At this instant, it seemed to be completely enveloped from within by the world's warmest magma.

It melted instantly!

An indescribable mix of sourness and ecstasy surged straight into his nostrils and rose to his eyes!

His Fiery Golden Eyes, which could see through the Three Realms and Six Paths and incinerate myriad demons, now heated up uncontrollably.

He was just a hair's breadth away from bursting into tears on the spot!

"Master!"

He jerked his head up, shouting toward the direction of the voice, a cry stifled with endless excitement and longing!

He's returned!

My old self's master has returned!

The man who forever stood before him, holding up a sky for him, has returned!

However, Bodhi's voice rang out once again.

This time, the voice held less gentleness and more unquestionable solemnity.

"Your final lesson begins."

"The final lesson?"

Sun Wukong blinked slightly, not yet having time to ponder the depth of those words.

The Chaos Realm ahead was suddenly torn open by a supreme power, a huge rift ripped from its middle!

A familiar figure stepped forward, hands behind his back, treading the void as he walked out.

He wore a cyan Daoist robe, his hair white as snow, a faint smile on his face.

Who else could it be but the Bodhi Patriarch!

"Master!"

The hint of doubt on Sun Wukong's face instantly gave way to ecstasy!

He wanted to rush forward!

He wanted to pour out all the frustration, all the battles, all the longing of this time at once!

But his smile froze on his face the next second.

His steps were also nailed firmly to the spot.

Because he saw.

Behind his master, from the torn Chaos rift, more silhouettes emerged!

One after another, figures he knew to his very bones—and hated to his very bones!

The Jiemie Demon God he had once beaten into a sorry retreat with a single blow!

The Bone City lord he had robbed of a star map and publicly humiliated—the Bone Venerable!

And furthermore…

And dozens more whose aura was no weaker than theirs—Chaotic Demon Gods!

These true top predators of the Chaos Realm now formed a perfect semicircle.

They gathered the Bodhi Patriarch in their midst, like stars holding the moon.

And their gazes—icy, greedy, brimming with heaven‑shaking killing intent—

—yet swept past Bodhi and locked firmly onto Sun Wukong!

That gaze was like seeing prey driven into a desperate corner!

Sun Wukong's mind buzzed, going blank!

What's going on?

What the hell is going on!

How could this pack of Jiemie scum be together with the master!

Aren't they enemies!

Aren't they chasing and trying to kill Master?

Why……

Countless doubts, like countless poisonous snakes, madly gnawing at his sanity.

A thought he could not accept, even dare not think of, an absurd notion, rose uncontrollably from the deepest depths of his heart.

No!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

It must be an illusion!

Is it that Yao's little bird's divine ability hasn't been lifted?

Wrong!

Sun Wukong shook his head violently; under his Fiery Golden Eyes, all falsehoods had nowhere to hide!

Everything before him is real!

Master is real!

The Jiemie Demon God is also real!

That towering killing intent is even more truly real—cannot be more true!

That……

"Master?"

Sun Wukong tried, calling out again, his voice carrying a tremor he himself hadn't noticed.

The smile on Bodhi's face finally faded slowly.

He turned his head and looked at Sun Wukong.

Those eyes, once filled with gentleness, indulgence, and gratification,

but now they held only a look Sun Wukong had never seen—strange and indifferent.

In that gaze, there was no master-disciple affection.

Not a trace of warmth.

Not even a flicker of emotion.

It was like looking at a stone by the roadside.

It was like looking at a stranger completely unrelated to oneself.

This gaze was tens of millions of times colder than the Jiemie Demon God's 'All Laws Return to Silence' domain, which could freeze a Saint's divine soul!

It was like an invisible sword forged from Nine Netherworld ice, ruthlessly and precisely piercing Sun Wukong's chest!

It pierced through his unshakable trust and the master-disciple bond he took pride in!

Sun Wukong's whole body felt as if struck by lightning!

The color drained from his face at a visible speed, turning deathly pale!

His hand gripping the Golden Cudgel trembled slightly.

"You… who are you?"

He heard his own voice asking, hoarse beyond belief.

"You're not my master!"

"My master would never look at me with that kind of gaze!"

"Speak! What did you do to my master!"

Sun Wukong violently lifted his head; his golden eyes were instantly filled with violent bloodshot!

He stared dead at the Jiemie Demon God, wishing to tear it apart alive!

"Is it you!"

"Is it you, this damned thing, controlling my master!"

"I'll kill you!!!"

Towering rage instantly overwhelmed all confusion and fear!

Never mind any schemes and plots!

Whoever dares to move against my master must die!

However, just as he was about to turn into a streak of light and charge forward.

The Bodhi he had deemed 'false' finally spoke.

His voice remained as plain and familiar as ever.

But the words he spoke were like a Tai Gu Shen Shan crashing down,

shattering all of Sun Wukong's anger, killing intent, and luck to pieces!

Only endless cold and despair remained.

Bodhi looked at the seemingly mad Sun Wukong and slowly raised one hand.

Not aimed at the Jiemie Demon God.

but aimed at Sun Wukong.

He spoke indifferently, as if announcing an edict from the Heavenly Dao.

"Silent Extinction."

"Seize him."