Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 312 - 301: The Ownership of the World Suppressing Stele

As the deep purple silhouette appeared, the Thunder Cultivator suddenly let out a very miserable howl. However, since his body was bound by those golden chains, he couldn’t move at all, but the intense pain caused his body to curl up tightly. But Sun Wukong was indifferent to the Thunder Cultivator’s screams of agony, continuing to pull out the diamond-like, radiant chains at a steady pace.

The process lasted for about ten breaths. By the time the purple figure was completely pulled out, the Thunder Cultivator had already died, his eyes wide open with unwillingness. Meanwhile, Sun Wukong, holding the deep purple figure, suddenly let out a sinister chuckle, then opened his mouth wide and took a bite as if he were savoring some delicious treat.

However, after taking the first bite and swallowing it, Sun Wukong’s expression suddenly changed; his face, which had previously seemed somewhat stern, now looked extremely furious. Then, clutching his left hand into a fist, Sun Wukong furiously pounded his own chest. The immense force bent his body sharply and a spray of blood spewed from his mouth.

"Get out of me, how dare you try to take over my body, you’re courting death!" The voice was filled with rage. Following this punch from Sun Wukong, his extremely angry expression calmed slightly. But no sooner had he uttered these words than his body suddenly stiffened, his expression changing once more, this time back to the previous stern one, tinged with a trace of a smile.

"This isn’t possession," another voice, sounding wickedly charming, came from Wukong’s mouth. "I’m just coming out for some fresh air. Happened upon this nice boost, couldn’t help myself!" As he spoke, the purple figure, still held in his right hand, was brought to his mouth once again, preparing to take another bite.

But just as his mouth opened, his facial expression changed yet again. This time, though filled with rage, it carried an immense and supreme dignity, "If I tell you to leave, you leave. This body is not for you to occupy. How dare a mere remnant soul be so presumptuous?"

Then the voice changed again, this time to Sun Wukong’s own voice. "I don’t care who you are, this is my body and my soul. If you don’t want to be destroyed, stay quietly inside!" This voice, although Sun Wukong’s, carried an air of undeniable authority that he had never displayed before.

The wickedly charming voice then resurfaced, but this time it was somewhat elusive, "Ah, it’s really unpleasant being under someone else’s roof, can’t even enjoy the delicacy that’s at my lips! Forget it, time to go back to sleep. Otherwise, if I’m discovered, I’ll be sealed up again!" Right after this voice, there came another, heavy with resignation, which merely sighed.

Afterwards, Sun Wukong’s body quieted down. No strange voices rose again. Yet, Sun Wukong suddenly knelt down on both knees, with his hands pressed against the ground, appearing extremely exhausted and accompanied by heavy panting. Large beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks.

After he regained his breath for a moment, Sun Wukong finally managed to stand up, and fear flickered through his gaze. When his eyes fell on the corpse of the Thunder Cultivator and the deep purple figure tossed aside, he couldn’t help but shake his head in resignation. He then leaned over to pick up the deep purple figure from the ground, no, more accurately, the deep purple shadowy figure, and holding it in his hands, he looked at it before casually throwing it into the Thunder Pond.

The milky thunder power originally in the Thunder Pond began to dissolve the purple shadow as it merged, eventually turning the entire pond’s milky color into a pale purple. The thunder power within the Thunder Pond had also ascended more than just a notch.

Watching the two types of thunder power blend perfectly together, Sun Wukong nodded, then stripped off his clothes and leaped into the Thunder Pond. As soon as Wukong jumped in, it was like a drop of cold water hitting a scalding hot oil pan, causing the pond to explode in an instant. Several thick and thin bolts of lightning crackled and all struck down towards Sun Wukong’s body.

In the powerful bombardment of thunder, Sun Wukong showed no sign of pain. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying it!

"Ying Zhao, what level do you think this monkey’s strength is? Those two voices that just appeared weren’t the monkey’s, were they?"

Ying Zhao, seeing Sun Wukong in the Thunder Pond closing his eyes to cultivate, shook his head and said, "The level and realm of the monkey’s strength are beyond our ability to probe. And those two voices, they are likely to be of significant origin. We better not concern ourselves with those matters. Ah, looking at the monkey unharmed in the Thunder Pond, and then at us, who can’t even approach it, it’s hard to understand what this monkey is made of!"

While Sun Wukong was cultivating in the Thunder Pond, Ying Zhao and Ji Meng were leaning against the trunk of a large tree about three hundred meters away, watching Sun Wukong and talking with emotion!

About a quarter of an hour later, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes while in the Thunder Pond. His eyes, having evolved to the top level, immediately shot out a golden beam several hundred meters long tinged with a hint of purple. Afterward, Wukong leaped from the pond and swiftly dressed himself upon reaching the shore.

Then, with a slight step, his body remained still, yet the next moment he appeared right beside Ying Zhao and Ji Meng, a hundred meters away. This instant movement startled both Ying Zhao and Ji Meng. However, since Sun Wukong was not an enemy, the two were merely amazed at his speed of movement.

"Elder sirs, this Thunder Pond has the capability to temper the muscles and refine the bones, elevating both your constitution and talent. Therefore, you both should come here to cultivate more in the future!" Sun Wukong said with utmost respect and courtesy. Despite being powerful enough to crush them with a mere finger, there was not the slightest hint of arrogance in Wukong. On the contrary, his respect and reverence seemed to grow even stronger.

Ying Zhao and Ji Meng nodded repeatedly. Then, without waiting for them to say anything, Sun Wukong’s figure flickered and he was already in the Patrolling Celestial World. With Sun Wukong’s increased strength, he was no longer limited to manifesting his consciousness within the Jingu Bang’s World Within the Artifact; he could now directly enter with his physical body.

However, the moment Sun Wukong appeared, he suddenly felt several hands pressing down on his shoulders, and a sharp sensation at his neck. Looking down, he found nothing at his neck, and even his Divine Sense detected nothing.

Feeling the intense hostility from Luo Chen standing before him and the suspicious looks from the people around, Sun Wukong let out a low sigh. Yet he made no move to resist or defend himself. He had anticipated this scene long before entering the Patrolling Celestial World because he knew the origin of his piece of the World Suppressing Stele, Wasteland Soil Number Three.

Indeed, by rights, this World Suppressing Stele should have belonged to Luo Chen. After all, it was the stele of the original Dominion of Soil, and the stele’s holder, the Domain Lord of the Dominion of Soil, was Luo Chen’s father. Although the Dominion of Soil had perished, the stele, by normal succession, should have been managed by Luo Chen.

Who was Sun Wukong? The Great Sage Equalling Heaven, how could he covet another’s possession? Despite having a vengeance to avenge, the impressive power of the World Suppressing Stele, and the Dominion of Soil becoming a desolate wasteland, ownership should be respected. So, Sun Wukong’s intention had always been to relinquish the World Suppressing Stele if Luo Chen wished to reclaim it.

But plans change faster than circumstances. Upon truly meeting Luo Chen, Sun Wukong hesitated. Yes, he truly did. Therefore, when he first saw Luo Chen on the road, Wukong never mentioned the World Suppressing Stele, acting as if he had never heard of it. This was because the stele was too powerful; possessing it meant Sun Wukong’s grievances were inconsequential. With it, he could spare himself many detours on the path of cultivation. Even if Sun Wukong were willing to give it up, any faction would offer unimaginable benefits in return, not just a single Intermediate World, but even several.

However, Sun Wukong’s rationality and the pride of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven quickly overcame his desire for the stele. Yet, when he had finally decided to return the stele to Luo Chen, Xi Zhao suddenly informed him that they needed to borrow its power to intimidate the enemy in the upcoming battle against the Transforming Thunder Ancestral Realm, to create a solid opportunity to eliminate their opponents. Furthermore, this plan could not be disclosed to the Genesis Divine Nation; otherwise, Luo Chen would find out about the Wasteland Stele, and the plan would surely fail, potentially resulting in more fatalities.

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Hence, when the two forces joined to attack the Transforming Thunder Ancestral Realm, Sun Wukong still remained silent about the World Suppressing Stele. Finally, after the battle ended and his task was accomplished, the Genesis Netherworld’s Allied Forces lost only one person, while the Transforming Thunder Ancestral Realm and the Myriad Spirits Realm were completely annihilated, including their Domain Lord Level powerhouse.

So, when Luo Chen looked at Sun Wukong with a face full of rage, Sun Wukong only felt a sense of release from the burden.

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Smiling softly, Sun Wukong slowly said, "The World Suppressing Stele, Wasteland Number Three, is indeed with me, but I cannot give it to you!"

(Sanzang will be away on a business trip tomorrow and the day after, so there may only be one update, or three updates over two days.)