Great Demon Sun Wukong

Feeling the tightening force of the white silk ribbon wrapping tighter around his neck, Sun Wukong felt his mind go blank. However, just as Sun Wukong closed his eyes, accepting his fate and waiting for death, he felt the white silk ribbon around his neck loosen unexpectedly.

The moment the white silk loosened, Sun Wukong couldn’t help but cough violently.

Watching Sun Wukong bent over coughing, Chang’er suddenly giggled and said, "Sun Wukong, why bother? Since you’re going to die anyway, that Heavenly Stele is of no use to you. I promise you, if you give me the Stele, I’ll ensure your Monkey Tribe is worry-free for life. I’ll give them a place rich in spiritual energy, where they can live peacefully and securely."

But Sun Wukong didn’t even give Chang’er a glance. Instead, he suddenly sat down cross-legged and began to recite the Kṣitigarbha Sutra to liberate the souls of the dead. Seeing this, Chang’er, who had been smug just moments before, realized that Sun Wukong had made up his mind. She feared that no matter what she said, it would be useless.

Chang’er suddenly became furious. She had already suppressed a great deal of anger by not killing Sun Wukong directly, but Sun Wukong was so oblivious to his own good fortune. After all, once she killed Sun Wukong, she could still find a way to unlock the world of the Jingu Bang. The World Suppressing Stele would still be hers in the end, albeit with a little more trouble.

With a flick of her hand, the white silk ribbon wrapped around Sun Wukong’s neck once again. But Sun Wukong remained unmoved, his hands joined in prayer, continuing to recite the Kṣitigarbha Sutra.

"Heh heh, Sun Wukong, seeing as you are about to die, let me tell you some things. Did you really think that this final battle was just a grudge between the Taoist Sect and your Demon Clan? Haha, now let me tell you, the purpose of this battle was solely for you, did you know that? Just because of you, so many of your Demon Clan died."

"Do you know why it had to be you? Because, you carry the bloodline of Yu the Great. That damned Yu the Great, until his death, refused to tell me the whereabouts of the World Suppressing Stele. Surprised? Are you wondering how you, a stone monkey born from the Five-Colored Divine Stone, could possibly carry Yu’s bloodline? You think I’m deceiving you again?

Hahahaha, that’s why I say, foolish mortals always believe what they want to, so utterly foolish."

"Ever since the World Suppressing Stele appeared in this world, I have been devising ways to obtain it, but unfortunately, the Stele seemed to deliberately evade me. It first aided Pangu in suppressing the world, and at that time I was just a nascent form of Heavenly Dao, so I had no power to acquire it. However, when I finally became powerful enough, Di Jun had already obtained the Stele.

I spent an enormous amount of cunning to finally kill Di Jun."

"But damn it, the Stele disappeared! Later, I incited the war between the Taoist Sect and the Demon Clan and secretly forged countless divine artifacts for the Taoist Sect; I even lifted certain Heavenly Dao constraints on people. Later, the Demon Clan almost got wiped out, but I couldn’t have the entire Demon Clan die off, otherwise there would be no one to check the Taoist Sect.

Unfortunately, I turned Heaven upside down but still couldn’t find the World Suppressing Stele. At that time, I always thought Di Jun destroyed the Stele before his death."

"After that, wonder of wonders, the Stele that I searched for countless years suddenly ended up in the hands of Yu the Great, and he even managed to unleash its full potential. So I sent the Taoists to seize it, but all were killed by Yu, and in the end, he even broke through the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

But that didn’t matter, I am the Heavenly Dao; if I can’t do it openly, I’ll do it covertly."

"Hahahaha, do you know what happened later? Yu the Great was later killed by my schemes. Humph, how strong can he be as a mere mortal? What drove me mad, though, was that after Yu’s death, the World Suppressing Stele disappeared once again!

I was so furious I almost went mad; if it weren’t for discovering that Yu had left a drop of his blood on a stone, I might have destroyed the Mortal World entirely."

"Ever since then, I’ve been watching that stone, until the day you were born. I knew you were definitely the next owner of the Stele. So I designed a plan to force you into rebellion against Heaven, to urge you West in search of scriptures. All this was within my calculations.

Oh, and by the way, Hou Yi killing Di Jun’s son, Gonggong breaking Mount Buzhou, Nuwa fixing the sky—they were all part of my plan. Now, tell me, after all the trouble I’ve gone to for this World Suppressing Stele, shouldn’t I get to have it now?"

Regrettably, by then, Sun Wukong’s neck had already been snapped by the white silk ribbon!

The Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong of the Water Curtain Cave in Flower Fruit Mountain, was dead. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He did not die on the journey to the Western Paradise, nor in the great battle to overthrow the Heavenly Palace, nor the final clash with the Taoists, but under Chang’er’s white silk ribbon! For Sun Wukong, this was the ultimate disgrace. Yet, he had no chance to wash away this humiliation.

There were no grand declarations of valiance, no one to be heartbroken, because Sun Wukong died far too alone. A great Demon King, just like that, silently strangled to death by a white silk ribbon.

"Oh dear, I might have used a bit too much strength, huh? I’m so sorry! Who made me a Saint of the Great Dao with all this strength? Ah, such a pity, I didn’t even get to tell you about my origins!" Stay updated through empire

That contrived expression, that face with evolving malice, Chang’er at this moment was more demonic than any demon. Leaning over to check Sun Wukong’s neck, she confirmed that Sun Wukong was indeed dead. Her face, which had been all smiles, suddenly turned cold and gloomy as she wiped her blood-stained hands with the white silk ribbon.

She slowly stepped to the side, but then suddenly turned back and snapped her fingers at Sun Wukong’s corpse.

Immediately, the white silk ribbon stood up like a giant snake and then suddenly plunged into Sun Wukong’s corpse, shattering it into countless pieces. Such was the power of a Saint of the Great Dao; even a Half-step Great Path powerhouse could not withstand a single strike. Even Sun Wukong’s pride, his undying body, could not withstand a hit from the white silk ribbon.

One must say, Chang’er’s heart was so venomous that she wouldn’t even allow Sun Wukong to leave a whole corpse in death!

"You two, go search for Sun Wukong’s Jingu Bang and those treasures for me," she said emotionlessly, her voice as cold as the eternal mysterious ice of the extreme north.

"Yes."

Yang Mei the Immortal and Hongjun the Ancestor did not dare to delay and hurriedly stepped forward to search among the remains of Sun Wukong. However, after going over every part of Sun Wukong’s body, the two of them found nothing! Not only was the Golden Hoop missing, but even the Zhen Yuan Bodhi Treasure Tree was nowhere to be seen.

"Look in his ears, Sun Wukong’s Golden Hoop is in his ears!"

Chang’er’s voice, originally cold, was now filled with murderous intent and a chilling coldness.

But after Yang Mei the Immortal carefully searched Sun Wukong’s ears again, he still came up empty-handed!

"Useless fools, I’ll have to do it myself."

With a furious shout, Chang’er snapped her fingers at Sun Wukong’s corpse, which then burst into flames without warning. Chang’er’s power was simply unimaginable. Sun Wukong, who had fused with the Five-Colored Divine Stone and even devoured seven kinds of Strange Fire, was still set ablaze by this nameless flame.

However, when the nameless flame turned Sun Wukong’s body to ashes, there was still nothing to be found. No Golden Hoop, no Zhen Yuan Bodhi Treasure Tree, and not even the Five-Colored Divine Stone—only a pile of charred cinders remained!

Witnessing this scene, Chang’er’s face twisted drastically. Anger was not enough to describe her state of mind!

How many years? How many years had she planned? For the sake of the Heavenly Stele, how many people had she killed? Almost since the birth of this world, she had been plotting, painstakingly designing conspiracies and traps step by step. Moreover, to annihilate the entire Demon Clan in this ultimate battle, she had paid a tremendous price to summon those twenty-four Half-step Great Path powerhouses.

In the end, she had even risked using her own true strength. But now, even though all the people were slaughtered, the World Suppressing Stele had disappeared again. Just like before, it vanished at the last moment! What was going on? Why couldn’t she obtain the Stele no matter what?

With a twisted face, Chang’er looked up and let out a piercing roar. Then suddenly, she looked down and waved her hands, causing the nameless flames to appear again, this time burning the corpses of Nuwa, Fuxi, and Hun Kun the Ancestor.

But when the bodies of these three also turned to ash, still, nothing was found!

In a fit of rage, Chang’er waved her hands again, unleashing two massive, irresistible forces that instantly pulled Yang Mei the Immortal and Hongjun the Ancestor towards her. She then grabbed onto their throats with her hands.

But then, Chang’er seemed to remember something and released her hands. With a wave of her sleeve, she sent the two flying. "Go and find it for me, even if you have to turn the Pangu Realm upside down. I’ve expended a lot this time, so it’s up to you two now; don’t disappoint me. Oh, and if you come across someone named Zhu Bajie, let him be!"

After saying this, Chang’er seemed to be in pain, her brows furrowed tightly. Then, without waiting for Hongjun and the others to respond, she transformed into a streak of light and disappeared.

Not long after, a silhouette suddenly appeared in The Moon Palace on the moon. However, this figure’s complexion was extremely pale. Upon reaching the palace, the figure stumbled and managed to make it to the bed, then fell into a deep slumber.

This person was naturally Chang’er, but her condition was indeed very bad. She hadn’t even noticed the presence of another figure sitting quietly in the main hall of The Moon Palace.

"Brother Monkey is dead, Master is dead, Old Sandy is dead, the White Dragon is missing. It’s all over, really over, they’re all dead! Heh, only I, old Zhu, am left. Hahaha, only Zhu Bajie remains. Brother Monkey, you just wouldn’t listen to me. Would’ve been good to stay as the king of monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Now look what happened, you’re dead, all dead. Oh right, the little peach tree; no, I must go check on the little peach tree."

Muttering to himself, Zhu Bajie quickly got up and flew towards the Peach Garden in the Heavenly Palace.

But just as he was getting up, he suddenly turned his head to glance at Chang’er’s chambers in The Moon Palace. "Chang’er, you have a good sleep. I’ll be back soon to accompany you!"

Life as death, love without hate, the heavens unjustly provoke the wrath of beings. Some wish to defy their fates, ask not why their tears of blood have dried.

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