Chapter 92: Bodhi Is Actually the Mastermind—Has Wukong's Dao Heart Collapsed?

Bodhi looked at the seemingly mad Sun Wukong, slowly raising a hand.

Bodhi was not looking at the Jiemie Demon God.

Bodhi was looking at Sun Wukong.

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

"Silent Extinction."

"Seize him."

These five simple words were like four bolts of Chaos Divine Thunder,

and exploded violently in the depths of Sun Wukong's Original Spirit!

They shattered all his anger, all his killing intent, all his luck into pieces!

Only endless cold and despair remained.

Sun Wukong's entire body froze completely in place.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand, which once pierced the heavens,

the Divine Iron that stirred the seas, now weighed as much as a hundred million stars, making it almost impossible for him to hold.

"Heh heh..."

Jiemie Demon God clutched his chest, where Sun Wukong's power had shaken him, now faintly aching.

But the pain on his face had long been replaced by a morbid, twisted delight.

He looked at Sun Wukong's lost and forlorn appearance and let out a resentful yet ecstatic mad laugh.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Stupid monkey, do you see it!"

"Do you see it! This is the truth!"

Jiemie Demon God extended a finger, which trembled violently from excitement,

He pointed at that white-haired, indifferent figure and roared madly at Sun Wukong:

"Your most beloved Master! The Master you regard as a deity, for whom you would willingly die!"

"He is the ultimate black hand!"

"He is the one who most wants to obtain the Chaos Core Fragment!"

In another direction, the lord of Bone City, Bone Lord, also let out a sinister chuckle.

"We're hunting him? What a huge joke!"

"From beginning to end, he's been scheming against all of us!"

"He used you, letting this lawless monkey charge ahead in the front lines,"

"stirring up the murky waters to draw the attention of all us Chaos Demon Gods!"

"Meanwhile, he secretly pocketed fragment after fragment!"

Jiemie Demon God took up the thread, the malice in his voice almost becoming substance.

"Now the fragment is in hand!"

"And you, this useful tool, are now useless!"

"No, not just useless!"

"A tool that knows too many secrets and is starting to become uncontrollable, if kept, is a disaster!"

"So he lured you here, using our hands to utterly exterminate you!"

"This is your fate! You pitiful monkey!"

Each sentence was like a poisoned dagger.

Each sentence precisely struck the softest, most undefended spot in Sun Wukong's heart.

Yao beside him had already turned deathly pale.

She never imagined the situation would undergo such a heaven-shaking reversal!

The venerable Void Senior she held in her heart, as lofty as her own master, the Primordial Demon God,

would actually do such a thing!

But she, having lived countless ages as a Chaos Demon God, possessed a mind far beyond ordinary beings.

She forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart, sending an urgent divine thought into Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness.

"My lord! Something's wrong!"

"The Void Senior's aura…… is very off!"

"Although his Primordial Source is powerful, I can feel a more obscure, terrifying power suppressing him!"

"This must be a conspiracy! He's likely being controlled! You must not fall for it!"

However, Sun Wukong paid no heed to anyone.

He did not hear the Jiemie Demon God's mad laughter.

Nor did he hear Yao's urgent mental transmission.

In his world, only that familiar yet unfamiliar figure ahead remained.

His gaze, from beginning to end, was locked firmly on Bodhi.

He wanted to see even a hint of explanation in his Master's eyes.

Even just a hint.

Even a trace of helplessness.

Even a little bit of former warmth.

But there was nothing!

Nothing at all!

Bodhi's gaze seemed like a stretch forgotten by time,

Like the boundless cosmic sea covered by ancient ice sheets that have undergone the baptism of ages,

This mysterious and unfathomable sea exudes a bone‑chilling cold that feels suffocating and despairing.

It holds no trace of warmth, nor any flicker of emotion or grand undulation,

Yet it radiates an irresistible, overwhelming majesty capable of devouring everything.

Once I held reverent affection for Bodhi,

and was willing to sacrifice my life to follow Sun Wukong; now a sorrow wells up in my heart:

It turns out the feeling I steadfastly believed in is actually so fragile it shatters at a blow?

Faced with Bodhi before me, lifeless as dead ashes,

All those past beautiful memories instantly turn illusory like flowers in a mirror and moon in water… Thinking of this,

Sun Wukong only feels his ardent heart,

gradually cooling until it sinks completely into the bottomless abyss, unable to pull itself out…

He recalls the days spent on Fangcun Mountain.

The old man, while tapping his head and calling him a "reckless monkey,"

while imparting the arts of longevity, the Seventy‑two Transformations, and the Somersault Cloud, one by one.

He recalls that after the Havoc in Heaven, it was Master who single‑handedly smoothed away all karma, leaving him unharmed.

He recalls that on the Journey to the West, Master appeared silently, slapped the Tathagata flying, and sought justice for him.

He also recalls that not long ago, Master left behind that broken broom,

how it repeatedly rescued him from deadly peril.

Scene after scene, as if just yesterday.

Yet everything before him is so real.

Real to the point of cruelty.

Sun Wukong's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That is not fear.

but a vast emptiness and hollowness from his conviction being utterly drained at its root.

If even Master is false.

then what in this world is genuine?

I, Old Sun, have fought heaven and earth, shattered the celestial realms,

challenged the Saints, upheld and protected—what does it all amount to?

Just as Sun Wukong's Dao heart is about to crack under this extreme contradiction and anguish.

Bodhi, at last, speaks again.

His voice remains as plain as ever.

"Wukong."

Just those two words make Sun Wukong shudder all over.

"What they say…"

Bodhi's gaze sweeps over the Jiemie Demon God, the Bone Lord, and the dozens of murderous Chaotic Demon Gods behind them.

Finally, it falls back onto Sun Wukong.

"Yes, and no."

Those words leave everyone stunned.

Including the Jiemie Demon God, who was ready to watch the show.

"Yes, and no?"

What does that mean?

Before Sun Wukong can ask further,

Bodhi extends a finger.

That finger, crystal‑clear like jade, seems to contain the most fundamental truth of heaven and earth.

He first points it at Sun Wukong.

Then, slowly, he points toward the terrifying alliance of dozens of Chaotic Demon Gods opposite.

Finally, he speaks in a tone proclaiming the ultimate law of heaven and earth, word by word, slowly:

"Now."

"Defeat them."

"Or be killed by them."

"Prove it to Master."

"You, you are worthy of the title 'Equal Heaven.'"

The words fall away.

The entire Chaos falls into a deathly silence.

What kind of plot is this!

What kind of scheme is this!

This is clearly a trial with no retreat, no explanation, no support!

The ultimate trial!