Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

In those golden eyes that looked down upon the earth, the last trace of pity had faded away, leaving only cold indifference.

And on that dead and silent scorched earth, the Fighting Buddha held the gradually stiffening body tightly in his arms.

That familiar weight now seemed like an unshakable iceberg, weighing him down so hard that he couldn't even straighten his back.

The simple smile on Zhu Bajie's face had already solidified, and the blood in his chest no longer flowed.

The warm breath of life completely dissipated, leaving only the biting cold.

It spread along Sun Wukong's arm, inch by inch to his heart.

"fool……"

An almost inaudible murmur escaped from his throat, as dry as sandpaper.

He wanted to scold him as usual, calling him a lazy idiot.

But my throat felt like it was filled with lead and I couldn't make any sound.

His piercing eyes that had once seen through the illusions of the three realms were now completely overwhelmed by endless grief and powerlessness.

The remaining light of Buddha's nature deep in his eyes was like a candle in the wind, flickering.

Despair swallowed him like a tide.

"Is this the inevitability of history? Bullshit inevitability."

In the void, two blurry figures stood quietly, as if completely isolated from this time and space.

The one who spoke was Wu Hen, with his arms folded across his chest, his tone was filled with mockery and coldness.

His eyes were sharp as a knife, calmly analyzing everything in front of him.

"We...can't do anything."

Lin Qiye's voice trembled as he watched his former comrade fall.

Seeing the arrogant hero revealing the helplessness of a child, a deep feeling of powerlessness gripped his heart.

Wu Hen glanced at him and said calmly: "Just watch. Don't be sentimental. We are just passing by. Remember this."

"Any attempt to interfere with history will result in us being completely erased from this time and space."

His words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the last trace of unrealistic fantasy in Lin Qiye's heart.

At this moment, the Fighting Buddha on the ground seemed to sense something.

He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, filled with despair, penetrated the boundaries of time and space and looked straight in their direction.

There was nothing discovered in that gaze, only a dying beast-like exploration and... a trace of extremely faint hope.

Who else, he seemed to be asking? Who else is watching?

Lin Qiye's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He looked into those eyes, into that final hope.

As if possessed by a ghost, his lips moved and he used all his strength to utter three words.

"sorry."

The voice was so light as a wisp of smoke that even Wu Hen beside him could not hear it clearly.

However, in this dead silent world, these three words were like a thunderclap, clearly falling into the ears of Fighting Buddha.

His blank eyes suddenly froze, and that faint hope instantly surged and turned into a ball of fire!

He heard it!

There are really people!

Not an illusion!

He suddenly raised his head and scanned the empty sky with all his strength, trying to find the source of the sound.

However, no.

Nothing at all.

There is only dead silence, eternal dead silence.

Those three words were like a stone thrown into the abyss, without even a trace of echo.

The moment hope ignited to its peak, it was completely extinguished by deeper despair.

The fire in those eyes was extinguished.

It turns out... even that "I'm sorry" was just an auditory hallucination when I was on the verge of collapse?

There is no one left in the world to walk with me.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

A roar that was not like a human voice exploded from the throat of the Fighting Buddha.

The grief, anger, and madness contained in that voice made the entire sky change color.

He slowly put down Zhu Bajie's body, his movements so gentle as if he was placing a rare treasure.

Then he stood up.

The golden cassock that once symbolized supreme glory and the destination of Buddhism now became the most glaring shackles and irony in his eyes.

He stretched out his hands, grabbed the edge of his robe, and suddenly exerted force with his muscular arms.

"Thorn--!"

A loud sound of tearing cloth resounded through the sky!

The cassock formed by the light of ten thousand Buddhas was torn into two halves by him!

The golden fragments floated away like butterflies, then turned into specks of light in the air and disappeared into nothingness.

"If the Buddha doesn't save me, I will become a demon!"

As the cassock was torn to pieces, a monstrous demonic energy that had been suppressed for five hundred years burst out from his body like a volcanic eruption!

The black and red evil aura instantly enveloped half of the sky, forming a sharp contrast with the Buddha's light in the other half of the sky.

His body began to undergo drastic changes.

The left half of the body still holds the golden appearance of Fighting Buddha, with a solemn appearance and Buddha's light shining everywhere.

However, the right half of his body rapidly expanded in the violent demonic energy.

The golden hair turned blood red, each strand stood up like a steel needle, and the muscles bulged.

Veins bulged, his face became ferocious and violent, and that one eye burned with pure destruction and madness.

The Buddha's light and the devil's energy, the sacred and the brutal, formed a strange and terrifying interweaving and tearing on his body.

"He's crazy... He actually forcibly tore apart the Dao Fruit of Buddhahood and the origin of the demon race, and then merged them together."

In the shadow, the usually calm Wu Hen couldn't help but take a breath.

"This guy wants to poke a hole in the sky!"

Sun Wukong, or rather, he who was neither a Buddha nor a demon at this moment, slowly raised his head.

The left eye is a compassionate gold, and the right eye is a violent red.

Two completely different yet equally terrifying forces clashed crazily within his body.

As if he would be torn apart completely at any moment.

He stands in the midst of the ruins of heaven and earth, both a sacred Buddha and

He is also a violent demon, a combination of contradictions that is about to lose control and is powerful enough to drag the three realms into endless purgatory.