Chapter 497: Sun Wukong

Chu Yang walked into the Black Tower, and every passerby stared at him in stunned awe and envy.

Entering the Black Tower meant a chance to meet the Great Sage—a honor for every soul in Battle Demon City.

They did not fear Chu Yang had intruded recklessly, for no one in Battle Demon City had the audacity.

Should such a thing occur, even if the Great Sage overlooked it, they would expel the intruder themselves.

Inside the Black Tower, Chu Yang ascended the stairs slowly, his brow slightly furrowed.

Pangu could lock onto Sun Wukong’s coordinates, but upon arriving in Battle Demon City, he discovered the coordinates pointed only to this Black Tower, with no exact location.

Chu Yang sensed several strange auras within the tower—each eerily similar to Sun Wukong’s, yet distinctly different.

The Black Tower had nine levels; when Chu Yang stepped onto the fifth, he finally saw that familiar figure.

But unlike the black armor in the Guihu ’s memory, Sun Wukong now wore a black robe, his back slightly hunched, like an aged man, facing away from the stairs.

Chu Yang halted and said, surprised: “It seems Itachi knew I was coming?”

“No… I’ve merely been waiting for Itachi…” came a low, hoarse voice from Sun Wukong.

Chu Yang frowned and looked up at the stairs leading to the next level. “What’s above?”

“Splinters!” Sun Wukong seemed to expend great effort with every word. “I split my origin into three, forming three splinters.”

Chu Yang understood. “So it was this method that let Itachi deceive the Heavenly Demons in the Outer Realms and protect these humans in the city?”

Sun Wukong replied: “Correct. The evil race saw my Demon Splinter.”

“The Killing Splinter remains atop the tower, cultivating the Dao through slaughter.”

“I am the Holy Splinter, keeping my spirit clear, suppressing demonic and killing impulses.”

Chu Yang grasped Sun Wukong’s intent, gazing at the city beyond the tower, murmuring: “To unify the three splinters—to balance killing and holy-demonic forces—is the path to Dao!”

“But that will inevitably cause great disturbance, and your power is neither spiritual nor demonic—it won’t be recognized by the Grand World.”

“Without the world’s recognition, Itachi cannot command the forces of heaven and earth or spatial power.”

“Thus, even if Itachi escape the Outer Realms, Itachi cannot take these humans with Itachi.”

“So Itachi’ve been suppressing yourself, lowering your success rate, just to wait for me?”

Sun Wukong suddenly chuckled: “Heh… Itachi truly are my kindred spirit!”

“But if Itachi’d come any later, I might’ve already surrendered myself to demonhood!”

Chu Yang smiled too: “Good thing Itachi didn’t wait too long—and the longer Itachi suppress, the stronger Itachi’ll become after success!”

In essence, whether it was the world power Chu Yang needed or the world recognition Sun Wukong couldn’t attain, it all came down to that one Celestial List.

Chu Yang was manageable—his Source Qi merely had unique properties, solvable through the World Spirit.

But Sun Wukong was different. Simply put, his current state was like “beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements.”

Even his cultivation level and realm couldn’t be measured by the Grand World’s or the demon race’s systems.

As for how strong he’d become after unifying the three splinters—even he didn’t know.

To prove the Dao through killing, to enter sainthood through demonhood.

Sun Wukong walked an extreme path, yet it was precisely his benevolence that made these humans in Battle Demon City his final barrier, shielding his spirit.

Or rather… his obsession. “Got any wine?” Sun Wukong suddenly asked.

Chu Yang waved his hand, producing two wine gourds, tossing one to Sun Wukong.

These two gourds came from the Grand Palace’s treasury—extraordinary treasures, priceless to any below the Supreme Realm.

Sun Wukong took the gourd with a trembling, withered hand, tilted his head back, and drank deeply, laughing: “I’d nearly forgotten this taste!”

Though only a few years had passed, for Sun Wukong, constantly suppressing demonic and killing impulses, each day felt like a year.

Chu Yang turned, waved his hand, and said: “Begin!”

“No one will disturb Itachi during this time.”

“If Itachi fail, I’ll sever all ties and let Itachi start anew.”

He paused, then turned his head: “But if Itachi fail, I can’t take these humans from the city.”

With that, he strode up the stairs.

Beneath the black robe, Sun Wukong slowly lifted his head—his eyes blazing with golden light, wild and fierce.

…………

At the tower’s peak, Chu Yang sat atop the spire, wine gourd in hand, overlooking the entire city.

For one who controlled spatial power, taking these people from the city was no great feat.

Though he couldn’t send them directly to the Grand World, he could at least transport them to the Sacred Abyss.

Once inside the Sacred Abyss, with their strength, as long as they stayed together, they’d face almost no danger.

But helping Sun Wukong strengthen his obsession was, in any case, a good thing.

At that moment, many in the city below noticed Chu Yang atop the tower.

Faces turned angry; several Supreme Realm experts immediately rose into the air, glaring coldly at Chu Yang:

“Who dares this insolent fool to drink atop the tower?”

Chu Yang didn't bother to explain, merely waved his hand—a terrifying aura surged outward, crushing them all down.

Instantly, the entire city was shrouded in this pressure—no one could rise into the air.

This pressure didn’t come from Chu Yang himself—he was only at the peak of Earth Supreme. Even with potent Source Qi, he couldn’t suppress Earth Supremes with aura alone.

The source of this pressure was the Fire Spirit.

She was a true Heaven Supreme—easily capable of subduing everyone in the city.

“Get down!”

Soon, a sharp cry rang out.

A tall figure flew to Chu Yang’s side.

It was a woman—stunningly beautiful, with a slender figure.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall; her silver armor gave her a martial elegance, yet her face was naturally alluring, her peach-blossom eyes seeming to drip with water—clashing oddly with her fierce aura.

Chu Yang raised an eyebrow, surprised. Heaven Supreme! Though only Spirit Rank, he hadn’t expected any human under Sun Wukong’s protection to reach this level.

This woman hadn’t been in the city earlier—otherwise, Chu Yang would’ve sensed her. Clearly, she’d just returned from outside.

Chu Yang glanced at the Black Tower and smiled: “It seems he holds an exalted place in your hearts.”

The silver-armored woman’s face was cold. “Out of kinship as humans, leave now—or…”

As she spoke, her eyes turned azure; the air’s temperature plummeted instantly, and a chilling, yin spiritual force surged.

Chu Yang’s gaze sharpened—his soul force surged out. The woman felt a sudden heart-stopping dread, as if this unknown man had pierced through her entirely.

At that moment, Sun Wukong’s voice suddenly echoed from the Black Tower, trembling slightly: “Han Que, step back!”

Chu Yang tapped the tower’s peak, making the entire structure tremble slightly, teasing: “Brother Monkey, I’ve heard toads fancy swans—but never did I hear monkeys fancy foxes!”

Sun Wukong gave no reply. Chu Yang knew he was focused on unifying his splinters—just speaking earlier had been a great effort, done solely to prevent a fight with Han Que.

Chu Yang had said that because his soul force had directly locked onto Han Que’s divine soul—or rather, her essence.

She was a beast race, of supreme divine beast lineage. Chu Yang didn’t know her exact bloodline, but he was certain…

Her true form was a fox!

That was why he’d made that teasing remark.

Han Que, understanding from his words that Chu Yang’s bond with Sun Wukong was extraordinary, softened her icy expression, the azure in her eyes fading. She bowed slightly: “If Itachi are the Great Sage’s friend, I apologize for my rudeness.”

Chu Yang waved his hand, smiling and patting the spot beside him. “No need. Come sit. Tell me about Brother Monkey’s years in the Outer Realms!”

Han Que looked awkward, shaking her head: “The Dragon-Imprisoning Tower is the Great Sage’s symbol. No one in Battle Demon City dares trespass.”

Her words declared her stance—and subtly urged Chu Yang to descend.

“Do Itachi love him?”

Chu Yang’s sudden, inexplicable question made Han Que shudder. She snapped her head up, eyes flickering with panic.

At that moment, overwhelming pressure surged from below. Han Que’s gaze hardened—she turned to see vast demonic energy churning beyond the city.

Her face paled. She quickly bowed toward the Dragon-Imprisoning Tower: “Great Sage! The Asura Demon Clan has arrived!”

Han Que knew well of the Asura Demon Clan’s final ultimatum to Sun Wukong—she’d left the city to gather intelligence.

But she hadn’t expected them to move so fast—she’d barely returned, hadn’t even reported, and now the enemy was at the gates. Yet Sun Wukong gave no reply. Chu Yang waved his hand: “Your Great Sage is breaking through—he can’t afford distraction. One misstep, and he dies.”

Han Que’s face turned ashen. She knew full well—her strength alone couldn’t stop the Asura Demon Clan’s elite.

Chu Yang tapped the tower’s peak again, smiling: “This tower’s sturdy. Is it a treasure?”

Han Que nodded: “The Great Sage once visited a lower realm, slaughtered all its evil races. Nearly half the people in this city came from there.”

“The Dragon-Imprisoning Tower was forged over a thousand years by the realm’s past masters, combined with its World Spirit.”

Chu Yang narrowed his eyes: “A whole realm, reduced to so few?”

Han Que fell silent, hatred glinting in her eyes.

Chu Yang waved his hand: “Enough. Worse fates abound…”

The realm that drove Sun Wukong into the path of killing had left not a single survivor!

“Go down. Gather everyone. Prepare them to leave at once.”

“When Brother Monkey breaks through, he’ll take Itachi back to the Grand World!”

“B-back to the Grand World?” Han Que froze. It was a dream she’d never dared entertain.

Or rather—no one in the city had ever dared imagine returning to the Grand World.

Simply surviving under the Great Sage’s protection was already a miracle.

But then she snapped back, frowning: “What about the Asura Demon Clan?”

That was the critical question! Sun Wukong was breaking through—according to Chu Yang, any distraction meant certain death. If the Asura Demon Clan stormed in and interrupted him, wouldn’t it be catastrophic?

Chu Yang tilted his head and swallowed a gulp of liquor, then tossed the wine gourd to Han Que with a loud laugh: “Hold onto it tight—not a single drop missing, or I’ll hold Itachi accountable!”

With that, Chu Yang’s figure flashed and vanished from where he stood.

In the Black Tower, fifth level.

Sun Wukong’s three clones sat facing each other—one draped in a black robe, one clad in black armor, one covered in blood-stained armor.

At that moment, all three clones opened their eyes simultaneously, gazing at the wine gourd placed nearby by the Holy Body, and each broke into the same smile.

………

Above the walls of War Demon City.

Watching the vast tide of demonic energy surging toward them, Chu Yang narrowed his eyes, his pupils instantly turning transparent.

Break Illusion!

Through the demonic energy, Chu Yang clearly saw nearly a thousand figures beyond the Battle Demon Realm—the demonic energy sweeping across War Demon City emanated from them.

Nearly a thousand Supreme Realm cultivators, over twenty Earth Supreme Realm experts, three late-stage Dark Demon Emperors! No wonder they were one of the Thirty-Two Great Outer Realm Clans—just to deal with War Demon City, they’d sent so many powerful beings! In truth, only those three Dark Demon Emperors posed any real threat to Sun Wukong.

The rest were merely there to ensure War Demon City was wiped clean, leaving not a single survivor.

Chu Yang pulled out the Demon-Slaying Token and tossed it in his hand; the Source Martial Body appeared behind him.

Since they’d come to his door, why turn them away? Looking at the demonic markings that had already spread from his Body’s left arm up to the shoulder, Chu Yang felt a quiet anticipation.

After this battle, could the markings cover half his Body’s frame? But this fight would not be easy for Chu Yang.

Though he relied on the Heavenly Demon Force and was confident he could defeat the three Dark Demon Emperors, killing them would require seizing the perfect moment for a single lethal strike.

Even though his cultivation had reached the peak of Earth Supreme Realm, the Source Qi within his Singularity could only sustain two full activations of the Heavenly Demon Force.

The Asura Demon Clan halted beyond the Battle Demon Realm, yet let their demonic energy flood over War Demon City—clearly a provocation to Sun Wukong, and their final warning.

But seeing no response from Sun Wukong, the Asura Demon Clan’s warriors no longer hesitated; one after another, they shot forward.

White light coiled around Chu Yang’s arm, and then [Fengdu] materialized in his hand—a wave of annihilating power surged from within him.

It was the primordial essence of the Divine River’s ultimate gene! The Four Sacred Spirits, fully transformed into physical forms alongside the Source Martial Body, soared into the sky.

The Divine Turtle Spirit expanded its form, hovering directly above the center of War Demon City; its azure light spilled downward, forming a barrier that enveloped the entire city.

The Qilin Spirit guarded the city walls, while Ao Ting and the Fire Spirit flanked Chu Yang as he advanced toward the Asura Demon Clan! (End of Chapter)