Great Demon Sun Wukong

When Sun Wukong saw the sphere of light above his head, a blazing white beam had already shot towards him. Unable to dodge in time, he could only reluctantly turn his head and then sidestep. Though he didn’t fully evade it, he managed to dodge the vast majority of it—it merely grazed him slightly.

But the crisis wasn’t over; in the next moment, another beam of light came shooting from his right side, aimed straight at his temple. This time, Wukong had no means of evasion. Left with no other choice, he flipped his wrist, and the Jingu Bang appeared by his side. In the nick of time, he blocked the incoming beam of light.

Following that, Wukong was plunged into countless white beams of light coming from all directions. The sphere didn’t fire beams from one spot, but would instead instantaneously move to the completely opposite position the next moment, which made Wukong’s dodging even more difficult.

What shocked Wukong even more was the sphere’s increasing speed of teleportation. Initially, he could dodge seven or eight out of ten beams, but later, he could barely dodge five or six. Now, nearly every beam grazed his body.

Luckily for Wukong, his physical strength had greatly improved recently, or else he might have been seriously injured by now. Even so, he wasn’t without injury. There wasn’t a single place on his body that hadn’t been hit.

But Wukong couldn’t stop; if he slowed down even slightly, he would instantly be hit by over a hundred beams of light. That would undoubtedly inflict severe injury.

Continuing this way, Wukong would eventually become exhausted and slow down. Once that happened, the outcome was predictable. It seemed there was only one option left. If he didn’t use that move, there was a high chance he wouldn’t hold out much longer. But the thought of the grave consequences made Wukong hesitate for a moment. In that brief moment, his body accumulated countless more wounds.

There was no time left; if he didn’t make a decision soon, in a little while he wouldn’t even have the strength to use that ultimate move. With this thought, a resolute light shone in Wukong’s eyes.

"Great Sage Equalling Heaven—Domineering Body, fuse." He shouted loudly, and the shock of his voice caused the sphere to hesitate for a split second. It was during that half beat of hesitation that Wukong threw the Jingu Bang with both hands, and the next moment, the staff suddenly became ethereal.

It then plunged down from above, directly entering Wukong’s body through the Baihui acupoint on his head.

Afterward, a terrifying aura like that of a primordial beast suddenly spread out, intermixing the thickness of earth with the sharpness of metal, creating a most bizarre combination of forces.

This aura, however, caused the sphere turned into the Eternal Buddha of Flowing Light to panic and even sense the threat of death.

An instant later, Wukong had fused completely with the Jingu Bang, his body covered with golden hair standing on end, muscles bulging more than before, while surges of formidable power rushed through him in waves.

"Yaaah, baldy, meet your death. Explosive Rush Fist!" Wukong, who had reappeared, didn’t hesitate for a second. He pushed hard with his legs, and the ground beneath him instantly collapsed. Using the recoil, Wukong shot towards the sphere like a cannonball. His right hand, glimmering with both earthy yellow and golden radiance, was wrapped in a golden spike by the time he reached the sphere.

His right fist then brutally struck the sphere. From beginning to end, the sphere had no reaction at all, as if it were paralyzed. Just as the punch landed, the spike on the fist had completely penetrated the sphere.

"Explode!" Wukong shouted lowly, then retreated at even greater speed. When he was halfway back, a "boom" resounded, and the sphere appeared to explode from the inside, its light scattering in all directions.

Along with the explosion came the stunned and panicked cries of the Eternal Buddha of Flowing Light. It might have been the most severe injury he had ever suffered since his birth.

"Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, I want you dead, I want you dead!" The hysterical screams clearly showed he had lost all reason. Wukong was slightly taken aback; he hadn’t expected that even with most of his spiritual power poured into that strike, it had only seriously injured him. It seemed that people from the Upper Realm, regardless of their level of cultivation, were not so easy to kill.

At that moment, the white dots of light filling the sky suddenly froze in place, then all the scattered points blinked three times in succession. "Myriad Annihilation Strike, Sun Wukong, you’re finished."

Watching the countless points of light transform into beams, Sun Wukong’s eyes were devoid of any emotional fluctuations, no fear, no anger. He just calmly watched as all the beams converged above his head into a single massive one.

The next instant, that beam, brighter than the sun itself, flashed and was gone. Sun Wukong’s eyes shimmered with a hint of golden light. As the beam approached, he simply raised a fist, and then with the Wind Fire Wheels at full power beneath his feet, he shot upward. He charged against the beam and instantly arrived in front of the orbs of light.

His hands radiated a brownish-yellow glow, his arm muscles bulged, and he grasped the orbs. A surge of brownish-yellow light burst forth, and in an instant, a cage of the same color, larger than the orb, had formed.

"Soulsheal Earth Realm—complete!"

Having successfully sealed the orb, Sun Wukong didn’t stop; he turned his head, looking at a certain point in the space behind him, revealing a trace of a mocking expression.

With a shift in his stance, Sun Wukong vanished from where he stood and reappeared in what seemed to be an unchanged part of space. With a pinch of his right hand, he plucked a faint silhouette from the void.

"Eternal Buddha of Flowing Light, such a clever trick. You almost had me fooled, casting off your soul, burning up your flesh—truly a bold move. Alas, today, you’re destined to die!"

"Sun, Sun Wukong, how, how can you possibly see me? This isn’t possible! Even with your fiery eyes and golden pupils, my escape technique is a Mysterious Technique from the Upper Realm. It’s not something a mere creature from Pangu’s minor realm could see through."

Looking at the horrified and incredulous Flowing Light, Sun Wukong no longer had any desire to talk. He squeezed his hand, and the spirit exploded—Eternal Buddha of Flowing Light completely dissipated from this world, and even reincarnation was out of the question.

The moment Flowing Light’s soul burst, the Jingu Bang emerged from the Baihui acupoint on Sun Wukong’s body. Then, with a few somersaults, it devoured the shattered soul of Flowing Light. Ever since the Jingu Bang formed the World Within the Artifact, it seemed to have grown quite gluttonous.

Devouring the near thousand worlds of Flowing Light, and now even his soul, the Jingu Bang seemed to have a liking for the Eternal Buddha of Flowing Light.

Watching the Jingu Bang acting content as if it had just had its fill, Sun Wukong shook his head and gave a wry smile. He had worn himself out, yet in the end, it was the Jingu Bang who gained the most profit.

Without paying any heed to the Jingu Bang flying randomly in the air, Sun Wukong floated down. As he landed inside the Ice Demon Tower, he almost collapsed to the ground.

The after-effects of forcefully merging with the Jingu Bang had finally arrived.

After several attempts to sit up in meditation proved fruitless, Sun Wukong suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head.

Straining his eyes, Sun Wukong saw a droplet of water above him, blue and purple, emitting a faint glow.

With just one glance, Sun Wukong recognized what it was—the Water Attribute Five-Colored Divine Stone.