Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Taibai Jinxing sighed deeply, his hunched body swaying slightly in the mountain breeze.

He turned sideways and made a "please" gesture, his voice trembling with an imperceptible tremor.

"Great Sage, we're here."

"This is the Jade Stele Forest, the final resting place for all the heroic souls who have fallen protecting this world over the past hundred years."

Sun Wukong's footsteps stopped when he stepped onto the first stone step.

His gaze passed Taibai Jinxing and went straight to the forest of jade tablets.

Each stele is spotlessly white, emitting a soft glow amidst the clouds and mist, solemn and dignified.

He didn't go in immediately, but just stood there, his figure like a weathered stone statue.

Taibai Jinxing did not urge him, but just accompanied him quietly.

He knew that there were some roads that he had to walk alone.

After an unknown amount of time, Sun Wukong finally moved.

He walked very slowly and heavily, step by step.

He did not look at the unfamiliar names, his golden eyes seemed to be searching for something in the endless inscriptions.

Finally, his footsteps came to an abrupt halt in front of an open space.

There, two brand new monuments to the guardian generals of the country stood side by side.

There is one on the left, with an inscription in a flamboyant style, which reads: Guardian of the Nation, Purifier of the Altar, Zhu Wuneng.

The one on the right is written in a steady and powerful stroke, with the words: Guardian of the Nation, Golden Body Arhat, Sha Wujing.

Sun Wukong's body began to tremble violently.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips hovering above the cold stele, but he was hesitant to touch it.

The hand that had once stirred up the turmoil in the three realms was now shaking violently.

"Idiot... Junior Brother Sha..."

A whisper, so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind.

He finally touched it, sliding slowly from the first stroke of the character "猪" to the last stroke of the character "能".

Then, he moved to another stele and traced the three words "Sha Wujing" with his fingertips.

The cold touch, as if carrying the temperature of death, instantly penetrated the hard shell that had deceived him for a hundred years.

With a "thump", Sun Wukong fell heavily to his knees.

He lowered his head, that unruly head that had never truly bowed to anyone, and buried it deeply.

His shoulders began to shake violently, and a suppressed whimper, like that of a wounded beast, squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

A drop of scalding tear hit the bluestone slab and shattered instantly. Then, the beads broke off the string and could no longer be suppressed.

"I, Old Sun... am late..."

He suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

He took out the golden cudgel from his ear, slammed it on the ground, and jars of fine wine appeared out of thin air.

He grabbed a jar, roughly broke the mud seal, and poured half of the wine in front of the two monuments. The wine soaked the soil and emitted a strong and mellow aroma.

"Idiot! Don't you love drinking? Drink! Why don't you drink anymore?"

"Junior Brother Sha! Don't you always say that the burden is heavy? Now that it's off, why don't you smile for me?"

He tilted his head back and drank the remaining half jar of wine. The spicy wine choked him and made him cough violently, and his tears flowed even more violently.

He threw away the jar of wine, picked up another one, and repeated the previous action, half worshiping and half drinking himself.

"Hahahaha...you two idiots! Idiots!"

He laughed, but his laughter was more mournful than his crying.

He was laughing and crying at the same time, looking like a madman. In his madness, there was an endless desolation that could not be washed away even if all the seas and oceans were poured out.

The lonely figure stumbled in the forest of stele, and the mixture of laughter and crying echoed on the top of the mountain for a long time.

Behind the distant clouds, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen watched all this silently.

"He... finally got over this hurdle." Lin Qiye said softly, with a hint of relief in his tone.

"No." Wu Hen's voice was calm and almost cruel.

"Listen to that laugh, something's wrong."

Lin Qiye was stunned and listened carefully.

Sure enough, I found that there was no relief in Sun Wukong's laughter, but instead it was full of ecstasy and violence of breaking free from the restraints.

"This doesn't feel like a relief," Wu Hen narrowed his eyes, the lenses reflecting a cold light.

"It's more like...breaking free from the shackles."

"A shackle called 'Buddha'."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qiye's heart sank suddenly.

The laughter seemed to have substance, transforming into invisible pressure, making the air around it heavy and making it hard to breathe.

Outside the Lingxiao Palace, on top of the sea of ​​clouds.

The figures of Yuanshi Tianzun and Baili Pangpang appeared out of thin air.

Their gazes were also cast in the direction of the Jade Stele Forest, and the laughter that penetrated the clouds could be clearly heard.

"It seems that the time has come." Baili Pangpang rarely put away his cynical expression and looked solemn.

Yuanshi Tianzun's face was expressionless, and his voice was as cold as eternal black ice: "The lock of the heart has been opened, and the Buddha nature has completely disappeared."

"It's time for him to retrieve that thing."

As he finished speaking, all the sounds in the thirty-three heavens, and even in the entire human world, disappeared at that moment.

The sound of the wind, the movement of the clouds, the breathing of the immortals... everything is silent, as if the whole world has been paused.

A storm sweeping across the three realms is quietly beginning in this extreme silence.

At dusk, the setting sun dyed the courtyard a warm golden color.

When Sun Wukong appeared at the gate of the courtyard, all the tranquility was instantly broken.

Gilgamesh was leaning on the throne with his eyes closed, but at this moment he suddenly opened his eyes, and an astonishing fighting spirit burst out from his scarlet pupils.

He could feel that the monkey in front of him was completely different from before he left.

The violent aura that almost broke through the sky made his blood boil.

"Monkey, you..."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen also rushed out of the room. When they saw Sun Wukong, they were both shocked.

In Lin Qiye's eyes, a clear line of data appeared above Sun Wukong's head:

[Treatment Progress: 88%]

"Great! We're almost there!" A glimmer of hope ignited in Lin Qiye's heart.

However, the moment his eyes met Sun Wukong's golden eyes, this glimmer of hope was instantly frozen and crushed.

Sun Wukong was also looking at him, with a familiar, flamboyant smile on his lips.

But this smile no longer has the warmth and peace of the past.

Where is the mercy and peace in those golden eyes?

It is filled with pure and extreme arrogance and a raging fighting spirit that can burn the nine heavens!

That is not the Fighting Buddha.

That is - the Monkey King.

Lin Qiye's whole body stiffened, and a terrible thought exploded in his mind.

What they cured might not be Sun Wukong’s “illness” at all, but the seal that suppressed his nature.