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I cannot be stopped.
When "Qi Tian Da Sheng Sun Wukong" was uttered, all the laws of the Buddha's teachings turned to nothingness.
Carrying the blood and fury of Ping Tian Da Sheng, I transformed into a black flame that scorched the heavens, charging straight from the eighteen layers of hell to the peak of Ling Mountain.
I did not conceal my presence. The overwhelming demonic aura and the wrath that burned everything were my declaration of war to the deities of the Western Paradise.
All those who attempted to block me—Arhats and Bodhisattvas alike—were sent flying by my punch. I did not kill them; a trace of Buddha-nature still lingered within me, but my power had transcended their understanding.
With a clear path ahead, I surged up to the summit of Ling Mountain.
However, my destination was not the Great Hero Hall.
My divine sense locked onto the most powerful presence, who was not in the hall but outside a forbidden area at the back cliff of Ling Mountain.
As I landed, I beheld the scene before me.
The Tathagata Buddha was not seated on his Lotus Throne, which symbolized supremacy over the three realms; instead, he sat calmly on a piece of blue stone, dressed in simple monk robes, with his back turned to me. Before him lay a void shrouded in dense Buddhist light—that was the forbidden ground of Ling Mountain.
He did not turn around, as if the towering waves I had stirred were merely a gentle breeze passing by his ears.
He was waiting for me.
This tranquility felt more like contempt than any obstruction could convey.
At that moment, my fury reached its peak.
"Tathagata!" I roared for the first time in five hundred years, calling him by name directly, "What more do you have to say?"
I forcefully threw down the torn scroll onto the ground.
The dark red blood characters appeared especially glaring under the pure Buddhist light of Ling Mountain.
Finally, he moved.
Slowly, he turned around.
There was no surprise, anger, or even a hint of guilt on his face as I had anticipated.
Only an exhaustion that penetrated to the bone—a profound weariness that seemed to carry eons of time.
"You have seen it," he spoke in a hoarse voice, sounding less like a Buddha and more like an old monk from the mortal realm. "This is your 'cause'."
"Because?" I laughed in anger, "Is this your reason for murdering a living being? Is this why you turned 'Qi Tian, the Great Sage' into a compliant puppet? Your so-called compassion is merely covering one truth with another lie?"
"Truth?" he gently countered, his gaze drifting past me to the endless void behind, "Sun Wukong, do you think the 'truth' you know is the whole truth?"
I didn't want to hear any more explanations. Any explanation was powerless in the face of the fact of 'Ling Tai Fu Xie.' I didn't want explanations; I wanted accountability.
"Then let me show you my 'truth' now!"
I poured all my anger, all my humiliation, and all the pain of being deceived into my right fist. The dark demonic power surged wildly, even beginning to tear apart the surrounding space.
This punch was for the erased Qi Tian, the Great Sage! For the trampled freedom on Hua Guo Shan! For the five hundred years of being manipulated, living like a puppet!
With all my strength, I hurled this world-shattering blow toward Tathagata's face.
However, just as my fist was about to make contact, something incredible happened. Tathagata did not move. He simply watched me calmly as my fist came swinging in.
An invisible and incomprehensible force formed before my punch. It did not block; rather, it... diverted.
My power was guided aside by this gentle yet irresistible force. I watched helplessly as my fist, charged with all my fury, grazed Tathagata's monk robe and struck heavily against the barrier of the forbidden ground behind him, shrouded in Buddha light!
"—Crack!"
A crisp sound rang out, not like a barrier breaking but rather as if... the entire heavens of the Three Realms had been struck by my fist, creating an irreparable rift.
The Buddha light enveloping the forbidden ground instantly dissipated. It was not some magical artifact or divine ability. It was a concentrated galaxy suspended in the void. Countless stars transformed into flowing sand.
They formed a vast, unimaginable hourglass, slowly slipping away.
I could clearly see the stars in the upper half of the hourglass, falling and extinguishing at a visible yet irrevocable speed, turning into cold, lifeless dust in the lower half.
At the very top of the hourglass, no new stars were being born.
It was running dry.
It was moving toward death.
The entire Three Realms, the entire universe's "lifespan," was approaching its end.
The anger on my face froze instantly.
The raging fury seemed to be doused in an instant by this cosmic coldness and silence.
I stared blankly at the ever-flowing hourglass, watching those dying stars, my mind a complete void.
"Now..."
The weary voice of Tathagata echoed behind me.
"What you see is my 'fruit.'"
"Wukong, welcome to... the true hell."
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