Great Demon Sun Wukong

When their fists collided, Sun Wukong suddenly felt something was off. Because the punch that was coming at him with full force actually didn’t carry much attack power. It was only because a suction force was emitting from that punch that it didn’t get blown away by Sun Wukong’s own punch.

Looking up slightly, Sun Wukong noticed that the Dharma Body above his head was the same. The other person’s Golden Armor Buddha was just using both hands to exert a huge suction force, sticking entirely to Sun Wukong’s giant ape phantom.

What was going on? Was that person just a showpiece? But that wasn’t right either – from the previous hundred-odd exchanges, Sun Wukong could feel that the person’s strength was definitely not feigned. So why was this last strike so strange?

At that moment, things took an unexpected turn. Sun Wukong’s fist, which was facing the opponent’s, suddenly felt a tingling itch. Taking a closer look, Sun Wukong couldn’t help but panic. It turned out that the person’s fist was somehow burrowing into his own. The sensation was as if his own arm was swallowing the other’s.

How could this be? Since when did he possess such an ability? Feeling it over once more, "No. No, that’s not right, you’re the one burrowing into my body! Who exactly are you?"

The person opposite him still made no sound, merely increasing in speed, and within a few breaths, the person’s entire arm had vanished. But Sun Wukong had no way to respond, because just as he thought of shaking the person off and escaping, he suddenly felt a heaven and earth pressure emanating from that stele, instantly rendering him immovable.

Not to speak of running away, even moving a finger was difficult. So, he could only watch, eyes wide open, as the person used his own fist as an entrance to burrow into his body.

This fear was immense. Yet within this enormous fright, Sun Wukong instead calmed down. Because he suddenly remembered that this was not reality, but inside the World Within the Artifact of the Jingu Bang. The Jingu Bang had followed him for thousands of years and had long been sacrificed to become his life-bound weapon.

So the idea of an external object entering the World Within the Artifact of the Jingu Bang without his knowing was almost impossible.

Therefore, this consciousness in front of him was very likely born from the World Within the Artifact of the Jingu Bang on its own. If that was the case, could this consciousness be the Artifact Spirit of the Jingu Bang?

But why would the Artifact Spirit attack him? Could it be because of that stele? With this thought, Sun Wukong once again looked up at that stele.

With that glance, Sun Wukong discovered something new. The front of the stele, originally blank, now displayed several lines of text. With Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils activated, every detail on the entire stele was revealed.

"World Suppressing Stele, seven in total. This is the third of the wasteland, sealed within the Earth System Five-Colored Divine Stone. Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong of the Demon Clan’s monkey kind, born from the Earth System Five-Colored Divine Stone’s illusion transformation. Now, as the World Suppressing Stele appears, the remaining six will successively emerge.

Sun Wukong must find a way to gather them. Otherwise, a great calamity will befall the Pangu Realm. To lend you a hand, the body of the Buddha that fell in the previous battle has been sealed within the Jingu Bang as its Artifact Spirit to aid you. Once it absorbs the Five Elements’ primal forces, the Jingu Bang will undoubtedly ascend to an Ultra Divine Weapon.

Sun Wukong, the survival or demise of the Pangu Realm relies on you. Take care"—Nuwa of the Demon Clan.

Having read it, Sun Wukong stood still, dumbfounded.

Nuwa? Was it really a message from the great deity Nuwa? Could the great Nuwa from Ancient Times really foresee the events of eons later up to the present? And to even send me such a gift?

Just how formidable are the Divine Skills of an Ancient deity? Sun Wukong had believed himself to be quite powerful, considering there shouldn’t be any foes for him in the Pangu Realm, but seeing the scene before him now, Sun Wukong knew that he was still far from their level.

All he had done up to now was absorb and fuse with two pieces of the attribute Five-Colored Divine Stone, and even became complacent about it. Yet Nuwa had used the shell of the Qianhai giant turtle to refine a full shell’s worth of Five-Colored Divine Stones for repairing the heavens. His fusion was with merely two flawed Five-Colored Divine Stones.

Compared to Nuwa, it was like a firefly against the bright moon, utterly incomparable.

It seems I was somewhat overconfident.

After reading the inscriptions on the stele, Sun Wukong did not try to stop the consciousness entity that burrowed into his body, because he knew that this consciousness entity, or spirit, that could fight him to a draw was none other than his former self who was slain by the Jade Emperor, the Victorious Fighting Buddha. No wonder he felt a sense of familiarity when he first laid eyes on it.

Now that the Victorious Fighting Buddha had become the Artifact Spirit of the Jingu Bang, it turned into a wonderful thing. Understanding this, it made sense why the Artifact Spirit had attacked him earlier.

The Artifact Spirit had only the spiritual wisdom of a seven- or eight-year-old child, so when it realized someone had entered the World Within the Artifact, it regarded Wukong as a bad person trying to toy with it, which is why it attacked without hesitation.

When both sides were amassing power for the final strike, the Artifact Spirit suddenly sensed a familiar feeling from the power accumulated by Wukong. That’s why, at the very last moment, it turned all its power into a sucking force and drilled into his body.

The World Suppressing Stele suppressed him because it felt his hostility towards the Artifact Spirit. When Sun Wukong saw the text on the Heavenly Stele and dismissed his hostility, the stele stopped suppressing him as well.

Quietly watching the Artifact Spirit enter his body, Wukong’s consciousness then withdrew from the Golden Hoop Rod’s World Within the Artifact. His Divine Sense retreated back into the Sea of Consciousness, where a miniature figure silently sat cross-legged. Sun Wukong’s spiritual power instantly enveloped the figure, and a feeling of extreme closeness followed.

Moments later, the figure had disappeared, and Sun Wukong’s consciousness exited the Sea of Divine Sense.

Sun Wukong slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand, and a streak of golden light flashed from his fingertips. Then, growing rapidly against the wind, the Jingu Bang turned into a colossal column reaching to the sky in the blink of an eye.

Luckily, the space here was vast enough; otherwise, it might have poked a hole through the heavens. Now the Jingu Bang was densely engraved with peculiar ancient inscriptions, and two small dragons, one black and one gold, continuously wove around it.

These two small dragons were the Golden Light Rule and the Rule of Earth. The two rules had condensed to their utmost, turning into two small dragons.

Sun Wukong watched the Golden Hoop Rod with a smile tucked at the corner of his mouth, nodding in satisfaction. He stood up, walked over to the rod, and gave it a tap, causing it to shrink rapidly. It returned to the size Wukong usually wielded, and the two dragons also wrapped themselves around either side of the rod.

Although the Jingu Bang seemed to only gain two small dragons and some engraving compared to before, the power it possessed definitely surpassed its previous state. The Jingu Bang was no longer just sturdy—it now possessed unpredictable Divine Skills.

Now, Sun Wukong’s only thought was to find someone to have a good battle with, otherwise, he always felt there was a surge of power in his body with no outlet.

Just then, a loud shout came from above the Ice Demon Tower: "Where is Sun Wukong? I am the Eternal Buddha of Flowing Light. I have come to punish you."

"Heh heh, perfect timing. Haha"