Great Demon Sun Wukong

Is everything truly over? Sun Wukong smashed the humanoid spiritual body, watching as the tiny fragments scattered across the sky, and sat down wearily next to a larger rock fragment. The massive spiritual body shattered like a piece of ice, with ice shards filling the air. Although the Fallen Tomb was not illuminated by sunlight, this scene remained extraordinarily beautiful.

But who knows the immense price paid for this beauty? At this moment, Sun Wukong was utterly exhausted, having unleashed a blow that combined the powers of Buddha and demon completely, as Xi Zhao had said, it had expended all of Sun Wukong's strength and primordial force. Now, not to mention fighting, even standing up was difficult. However, compared to the physical exhaustion, the fatigue in Sun Wukong's heart was suffocating.

Sun Wukong didn't even dare to think about the battle, how many had died, and how many remained. Closing his eyes, his body slowly relaxed, losing its support, Sun Wukong's body slid slowly down the rock, eventually lying flat, taking deep breaths, trying to clear his mind. He dared not think, fearing he would remember those who had sacrificed their lives in battle, those who had selflessly given their lives to defeat the Primordial Honor. They were the true heroes.

When Sun Wukong had completely emptied his mind, he was suddenly startled. Just now, an image of a person flickered in his mind, it was the Primordial Honor. Sun Wukong abruptly realized, jolting upright, but as he sat up, he felt pain throughout his body, every nerve, every bone, every drop of blood was aching—a madness-inducing pain. Clenching his teeth, he supported himself with the rock, struggling to sit up.

The sudden image of the Primordial Honor made Sun Wukong wary. He wouldn't have such a thought without reason, unless the Primordial Honor wasn't dead. But Xi Zhao had even sacrificed his own life; was it still not enough to kill a mere head of Primordial Honor? If the Primordial Honor appeared again, what could he do? How could he fight with his current condition?

As Sun Wukong was examining his surroundings and pondering, the space beside him abruptly tore apart, and a figure suddenly fell at his side. Sun Wukong, already tense, was startled, and without a glance, instinctively dodged left. But the severe pain in his body made him collapse directly to the ground.

It was at this moment that Sun Wukong saw it was Xi Zhao who lay beside him, covered in blood, riddled with ghastly wounds, some deep enough to expose bone, and several even threatening to rip Xi Zhao apart. Bones pierced the skin in multiple places, projecting from his body in a grotesquely unnatural twist. Sun Wukong was shocked, enduring his own pain, he moved to Xi Zhao's side, and witnessing the grisly injuries, he suddenly felt fear.

He wasn't afraid of dead bodies; he was afraid to see Xi Zhao dead. Like Ling Weiyang, Xi Zhao was among those Sun Wukong believed could never die, possessing unwavering vitality and endless tricks. But previously, Ling Weiyang had died, although his remnant soul later appeared, creating the chance to seal the Primordial Honor's body, Ling Weiyang was, after all, dead.

Even though his remnant soul remains in the Demon Emperor Halberd, which sealed the Primordial Honor, everyone knows Ling Weiyang will never return. Even without the suppression of the World Suppressing Stele, to pin down the Primordial Honor's body, Ling Weiyang had long since become one with the Demon Emperor Halberd. Now, for the sake of killing Ling Weiyang, Xi Zhao was willing to perish together. Sun Wukong had believed Xi Zhao would surely die, just as Xi Zhao knew Sun Wukong would lose all his strength after the Buddha-demon fusion strike, Sun Wukong also knew the cost of Xi Zhao's self-destructive move.

But seeing Xi Zhao lying before him, covered in wounds, Sun Wukong was truly afraid; he feared reaching out would only find a cold body. Nevertheless, Sun Wukong extended his hand, pressing on Xi Zhao's neck to check for a pulse, when suddenly, the space above Sun Wukong's head was ruptured by a pair of large hands, and a person suddenly appeared.

This person appeared above Sun Wukong, so as they fell, a foot landed on Sun Wukong's outstretched wrist. Ignoring the severe pain in his wrist, Sun Wukong quickly looked up in horror to discover that the person before him was a stranger—or perhaps, no longer a person at all—it was a humanoid figure formed of flesh and spiritual energy. Yet this humanoid figure gave Sun Wukong a familiar feeling: the Primordial Honor.

This humanoid monster was indeed the Primordial Honor! But why had he become like this? "Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, it's all because of you that I'm like this. Pioneer, Underworld Venerate, you two damned thieves, ah hahaha, I am the Primordial Honor, the supreme Primordial Honor, Ah Huang, Ah Huang, it's me, it's me!" The Primordial Honor screamed madly, stamping one foot on Sun Wukong's hand.

Seeing the state of the Primordial Honor, Sun Wukong felt very strange—this person didn't seem like the Primordial Honor, yet the aura was identical. What on earth was happening? The Primordial Honor just stamped on Sun Wukong and screamed skyward, without further actions, when Sun Wukong suddenly had an idea. Enduring the fierce pain, he plucked two hairs and blew them towards the distance, and the hairs immediately transformed into the forms of the Primordial Honor and the Pioneer.

The flesh-and-spirit Primordial Honor saw the Primordial Honor and the Pioneer in the distance, suddenly stunned. "You two aren't dead yet? I want to kill you! I want to kill you!" Screaming wildly, the Primordial Honor charged towards those two. They were made from Sun Wukong's hairs, and with a collision, they vanished immediately. The Primordial Honor's right hand paused, then began laughing manically, "Hahaha, finally dead, the two damned thieves are finally dead, Ah Huang, I avenged you, I killed them both, finally avenged!"

Seeing this, Sun Wukong understood—the Primordial Honor was mad. Though he didn't know why, Sun Wukong realized the Primordial Honor had gone insane. Sun Wukong breathed a slight sigh of relief, withdrawing the hand that had been stepped on, placing his other hand on Xi Zhao's neck, and to his delight, found Xi Zhao wasn't dead yet, there was still a faint heartbeat.

Overjoyed with surprise, Sun Wukong couldn't believe it, Xi Zhao was still alive, which meant Xi Zhao's self-destructive attack hadn't fully succeeded, or neither he nor the Primordial Honor would be alive. As long as he's not dead, there's hope. Sun Wukong's body was on the verge of collapse, every move was agonizing, making it impossible to take Xi Zhao to a safe place.

Just as he intended to turn and call for help, the frenzied Primordial Honor's body suddenly began to swell. Sun Wukong gathered all his remaining strength to activate his Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes, and what he saw stunned him—for the powers within the Primordial Honor were clashing violently, this was a self-destructive trajectory, how could this be, why would the Primordial Honor suddenly self-destruct?

At that moment, within the Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes, a faint silhouette appeared above the Primordial Honor's head—a woman's visage, unknown to Sun Wukong, but remarkably resembling the Blast Heaven Phoenix's body the Primordial Honor had summoned before. Could it be that this woman's silhouette was the Blast Heaven Phoenix? This...

The situation developed beyond Sun Wukong's expectations, but he remained calm. At this point, he had exhausted all options; if the Primordial Honor did self-destruct, he had no strength to flee. But as Sun Wukong braced to close his eyes and await death, he saw the woman's silhouette above the Primordial Honor's head suddenly descend, embracing the Primordial Honor from behind with her arms around his waist.

With the woman's silhouette holding him, the violent power clashes within the Primordial Honor's body suddenly calmed. Although still colliding, the self-destruction continued at a much slower rate. Furthermore, Sun Wukong noticed the woman's silhouette turn to him, moving her lips.

Though Sun Wukong couldn't hear her, he could discern her words from her lips: Run! (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to cast a recommendation ticket or monthly pass on Starting Point (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)