Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong

"Is this demon monkey really Taiyi Scattered Immortal? How can he be so strong?"

Wiping the sweat from their foreheads, the four Indras looked at each other in disbelief. They had never encountered someone as twisted as Sun Wukong. The attacks emitted by a Taiyi Scattered Immortal of his realm could instantly kill another Taiyi Scattered Immortal of the same realm, something even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would struggle to achieve.

Let alone that they were not ordinary Taiyi Scattered Immortals, like those waste materials from the Netherworld Ten Yama Kings who ascended to the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal based on their merits. Any one of them could easily defeat the likes of these in a one-on-one fight.

It could be said that the title of the four great Demon Generals of these four, Indra's group, was well-deserved. They were indeed rare mighty powers even within the realm of Taiyi Scattered Immortals. Yet, facing Sun Wukong, they still felt as if they were as different as heaven and earth.

In a one-on-one fight, they simply had no chance to resist, and even now, the four of them together could hardly be his match. Where did this monkey come from? He's too damn twisted!

"Good thing, good thing, this is the Netherworld. We have the Nether Soul-Trap Formation here. He can't fly... up? How is it possible?"

The Ghost Mother patted her chest in relief. Before she could finish her words, her eyes suddenly widened, and she screamed in horror. Sun Wukong's figure was walking through the air toward them, stepping on the void, approaching them step by step through midair.

"Ghost Mother, didn't you say he couldn't fly? What's happening?"

The three Indras panicked, trembling all over, and hurriedly retreated to the Ghost Mother's side in chaos.

"I, I don't know either. Just now, he really couldn't fly..."

The Ghost Mother was utterly baffled. Earlier on the Naihe Bridge, it was because Sun Wukong couldn't resist the influence of the Nether Soul-Trap Formation that he had fallen into the depths of the River of Oblivion. How could he now ignore the Nether Soul-Trap Formation just after a while?

But it didn't make sense. Sun Wukong was not a being from the Netherworld; he didn't have Netherworld Ghost Qi in his body. How could he possibly resist the space-restricting power of the Nether Soul-Trap Formation? This didn't make sense scientifically!

Perhaps the Ghost Mother didn't know exactly what scientific meant, but in her heart, everything happening before her eyes seemed like an illusion. Yet, the figure of Sun Wukong stepping through the heavens and the mockery on his face were all too real. This monkey had really broken free from the constraints of the Nether Soul-Trap Formation!

"Let's go, let's go quickly!"

A deep sense of dread rose from the bottom of the Ghost Mother's heart. She no longer had the courage to fight Sun Wukong. This monkey was a freak, an aberration! They had to escape quickly, or it might be too late!

"Swish!"

A flash of golden light, and the Ghost Mother suddenly felt a pain in her chest. Looking down, she saw a segment of an iron rod with silver hoops piercing through her heart from her chest, the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod belonging to Sun Wukong!

In that instant, a blink of an eye, Sun Wukong had pierced through all her defenses. The physical body she had once taken pride in was as fragile as paper under the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod.

"You, you..."

Her body's strength drained away like ebbing tide, and the Ghost Mother struggled to turn her head. Sun Wukong was standing behind her, his eyes filled with icy coldness, his expression calm, devoid of fierceness, yet appearing infinitely grim.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Old Sun had said, if there's a next time, you will be dead! Did you really think old Sun was just spouting nonsense?"

Sun Wukong spoke lightly, his thoughts stirred, and True Solar Fire flared up on the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, wrapping the Ghost Mother entirely within it.

"Ah~!"

A piercing scream echoed as the Ghost Mother, impaled on the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, struggled and screamed in agony, but she was powerless to escape. True Solar Fire, being innate Divine Fire, supremely yang and rigid, was the bane of Netherworld Ghost Qi.

The Ghost Mother, having cultivated by absorbing Netherworld Ghost Qi and deeply ingrained with yin energy, faced True Solar Fire like snow meeting blazing sunlight, utterly without resistance.

"Ghost Mother!"

"Bastard, release her!"

"Demon Monkey, if you dare mess around, my Asura Tribe will not spare you!"

The three Indras felt only a blur before their eyes, and the Ghost Mother was already pierced through by Sun Wukong's Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, impaled onto the rod like a skewered roast, flaring up in flames. They immediately roared in horror and fury, yet it was just a roar; Sun Wukong's might was too strong, and they didn't dare to act to save the Ghost Mother.

"You won't spare me? Does old Sun need your mercy?"

The corners of Sun Wukong's lips curled up in a scornful cold smile, "Let old Sun make it clear to you, I am the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong!"

"Those who anger me, kill!"

"Those who offend me, kill!"

"Those who block me, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

An endless murderous aura, accompanied by a terrifying bloody aura akin to a dragon, surged out of Sun Wukong, shooting straight to the heavens. Wrapped in the True Solar Fire, belonging to the Netherworld Ghost Mother, it leapt up significantly. The fire's intensity surged; the Netherworld Ghost Mother let out scream after scream of exhaustion and then abruptly stopped.

Her body fragmented inch by inch, entirely consumed within the golden True Solar Fire, reduced to utter nothingness, completely obliterated!

The dreadful murderous aura and dragon-like bloody aura turned the faces of Indra and his companions pale with fright. Watching the Netherworld Ghost Mother being turned to ashes right before them, their bodies seemed rooted in place, not daring to step forward to save her.

Flee!

This thought flashed through the minds of the three simultaneously, and in unison, they turned and rushed toward the River of Oblivion.

This demon monkey was too terrifying; they were not his match at all! They must flee, or else they will end like the Netherworld Ghost Mother, obliterated without a trace!

The River of Oblivion was their Asura Tribe's territory. If they could make it into the river, they could escape with their lives. Even if Sun Wukong's divine powers were immense, once they entered the River of Oblivion, surely he wouldn't be able to follow them?

"Did I, Old Sun, say you could leave? Clones!"

A cold laugh sounded by their ears, and a gust of wind came from behind. Indra was startled and forcibly somersaulted to the side; the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod grazed his body as it passed, the rod wrapped in True Solar Fire sharp like a blade, tearing a charred gash across his arm, twisting Indra's face in pain, his already grotesque face becoming even more hideously twisted.

Elsewhere, dozens of clones blocked Vishnu and Lutoro. Since there were two more, Sun Wukong didn't use his Cloning Divine Powers but summoned a multitude of clones using his ordinary Clone Technique to entangle the two, preventing their escape. Sun Wukong's target was Indra!

"You, who sneak-attacked me just now, think you can leave so easily?"

If no one offends me, I offend no one. But if someone offends me, annihilate them utterly!

Sun Wukong was never a saintly man. In his previous life, following Tang Seng to the Western Heaven in search of the scriptures, his true nature was too long suppressed. This time, he definitely won't suppress his true nature. Since they dared to sneak-attack, they were his enemies. Toward enemies, only one attitude exists—eradicate them thoroughly, show no mercy!

"Demon Monkey, don't you push it too far!"

With a fierce gleam in his eye, Indra shouted, his mouth twitching continuously, regret gnawing at him. Had he known he would provoke such a freak, he would never have agreed to follow the Netherworld Ghost Mother up here, much less launch a sneak-attack on Sun Wukong.

Unfortunately, this world doesn't sell regret medicine, and pondering this now was too late. Sun Wukong had no intention of stopping. Amid a cold laugh, the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, ablaze with roaring True Solar Fire, fiercely attacked Indra.

"Old Sun will bully you! What can you do? Less nonsense, today you won't escape even if you grow wings!"

One rod could shatter mountains, stir the heavens; the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod was powerful and heavy. Indra, block after block, felt his limbs go weak, his entire body nearly splitting apart under the overwhelming power of the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod.

His feeling was right; facing Sun Wukong alone, the four great demon generals were no match, even without Sun Wukong using any ultimate moves; they simply couldn't resist him.

"Ancestor, save me!"

Consumed in the fray, the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod swung by Sun Wukong like wind and demons, continuously striking Indra's Nether Soul Mace. The Great Dao Runes engraved on the mace gradually shook loose under the relentless hits and finally couldn't bear it; with a "crack," it broke into two pieces. Desperation flickered in Indra's eyes as he suddenly cried out to the heavens.

"Don't talk about ancestors; even if the mighty Heaven Emperor came, he couldn't save you!"

"Who dares to harm my Asura Tribe people? Stop at once, for your king!"

Just as Sun Wukong's words fell, a thunderous shout came from the horizon. Sun Wukong glanced far away, at the endpoint of his sight, a towering figure rushed forth from the Yellow Springs, moving fast on the river water.

Although a great distance was between them, under the Void-Breaking Divine Eye, Sun Wukong could see clearly that the comer's cultivation had astonishingly reached the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal!

"Lord Demon King, save me!"

Joy erupted on Indra's face; he recognized the voice—it was none other than Asura King Sovereign Mara Papiyas, the leader of their Asura Tribe's four great demon kings. He immediately yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Hmph!"

A chill flashed through Sun Wukong's eyes as one end of the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod abruptly enlarged, smashing down on Indra like a mountain peak, "I, Old Sun, have said, even if the mighty Heaven Emperor came today, he couldn't save you! Go to hell!"

"No, you can't do this! No! Ah~!"

Utter terror appeared in Indra's eyes as he desperately tried to escape, but he couldn't avoid it; he watched helplessly as the mountain-sized Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod brutally smashed down on him, cutting off his scream abruptly.

A muffled crash echoed in midair, a ring of golden shockwaves dispersing outward. Indra's body, under this strike from the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, shattered into pieces, swept away by the shockwave and completely disintegrated, like the Netherworld Ghost Mother, annihilated without a trace!