Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong-Chapter 483 - : The Death of Sun Wukong (8th Update!)
Chapter 483: Chapter 483: The Death of Sun Wukong (8th Update!)
“Brother Monkey~!”
Luo Bai’s mournful shout arose, as all the experts of Flower-Fruit Mountain finally broke through the Heavenly Gate Barrier and charged into the Heavenly Court, only to witness the scene where Sun Wukong’s body began to gradually dissipate and turn into flying ash.
“Boss~!”
“Great Saint~!”
“Ah~! You bunch of Heavenly Court scum, I’m going to devour you!”
The Flower-Fruit Mountain powerhouses let out anguished roars, the Six-Eared Macaque activated his Divine Power Dharma Aspect Heaven and Earth, showing a myriad fathom Dharma Body, holding the Heaven-supporting Iron Staff as he ferociously struck down at the immortals and gods of the Heavenly Court, Ying Long, Ying Tian, and Candle Dragon Ao Tian even transformed into their true dragon forms, opening their giant maws to voraciously devour the celestial soldiers and generals.
“Jade Emperor, old fool, I want your life!”
Leng Xuan let out a cry of rage and sorrow, his figure flickering to reveal the body of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, its nine massive tails sweeping toward the Jade Emperor, with even the shadow of a tenth tail faintly visible, though it still appeared insubstantial and unformed.
Upon Sun Wukong’s death, everyone was stricken with grief. The Demon Clan’s nature was already ferocious, and now it erupted, launching the most intense attack upon the immortals and gods of Heavenly Court, a complete disregard for their own safety in their desperate fury. The celestial beings were terrified by this fervent, suicidal onslaught, losing even the thought of resistance, scattering and fleeing in all directions.
“Wukong! You can’t die! Flower-Fruit Mountain still needs you to hold it up!”
“Sun Wukong, it was you who brought me to Flower-Fruit Mountain, you can’t just abandon it!”
Nezha and the Erlang God Yang Jian did not join the fight, instead flying to Sun Wukong’s side, whose body at this point had mostly dissipated, with only his head and part of his upper body continuing to crumble into dust.
Nezha’s face was streaked with tears, and the Erlang God Yang Jian also had tear-filled eyes, roaring hoarsely, trying to use his Immortal Force to stop Sun Wukong’s body from disintegrating, but to no avail.
“Nezha, Yang Jian, I’m sorry! I, Old Sun, can’t continue the journey with you… Flower-Fruit Mountain… will have to rely on you from now on…”
With a trace of unwillingness and a touch of helplessness, Sun Wukong’s form completely turned to ashes, disappearing between heaven and earth, leaving only the Chaos Divine Armor and the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod shining with a golden light, quietly floating in mid-air.
“Wukong~! No~!”
Nezha cried out to the heavens, and the attacking elite of the Flower-Fruit Mountain Demon Clan paused for a moment, then let out collective roars of grief, launching even more ferocious attacks on the celestial beings.
In a space of nothingness, Sun Wukong’s ethereal body floated, surrounded by an eerie stillness—so quiet it was terrifying.
“So, Old Sun has died? So this is what death feels like!”
There was a bitter smile at the corner of Sun Wukong’s mouth when suddenly, with a start, he opened his eyes and looked around in amazement, “This isn’t right! If I were dead, my soul should have scattered, and my thoughts dissipated. Why do I still have consciousness? Where is Old Sun?_”
“This is the inner space of the Time-Space Life-Death Talisman, host. You have indeed died, only your Soul’s True Spirit has been preserved inside the Divine Talisman.”
An echoing voice spoke, and Sun Wukong stared wide-eyed, looking all around, but he saw not a single soul.
“Who’s there? Who’s speaking? Come out to Old Sun!”
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“Host, I am the Artifact Spirit of the Time-Space Life-Death Talisman. You are now inside the talisman’s internal space. You have died, and there are two remaining chances for revival from the dead. Do you wish to use one?”
Revival from the dead? Yes, it is the ability of the Time-Space Life-Death Talisman!
The Time-Space Life-Death Talisman has a total of three chances for revival from the dead. A resurrection had been used up to bring him back to before he was born, and indeed, there were still two chances left!
“Use it, of course I’ll use it!”
All this time, although Sun Wukong had faced many crises, not once had he directly experienced death like now. He had forgotten about the Time-Space Life-Death Talisman within him.
The demise of Zi Lan Fairy plunged Sun Wukong into grief that knew no bounds. In the extreme sorrow and anger, he succumbed to demonic possession, becoming entangled in a calamity of emotions. Using all his strength and exhausting his life’s primordial force to inflict serious injury on the Tathagata Buddha, he too perished, reduced to ashes. Thankfully, the Time-Space Life-Death Talisman preserved his soul’s true spirit; otherwise, that truly would have been the end!
Having gone through death once, Sun Wukong’s heart was still filled with sorrow, but he no longer wished to die. He wanted to live, to prove the Tao and become a saint, and then seek revenge on the Tathagata Buddha and the Primordial Heavenly Venerable!
He was determined to settle all grudges with these bastards, repaying them in full for what they had done!
“Consume one chance for revival from the dead, reconstitute the host’s physical body.”
The voice of the Time-Space Life-Death Talisman’s Artifact Spirit resounded. Sun Wukong felt a warm current surging from the void, enveloping his body. A powerful life force began to manifest within him once again.
In the outside world, Nezha, looking at the left behind Ruyi Divine Armor and Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, wept bitterly for a moment. Then, wiping away the tears, he stood upright, his eyes coldly fixed on the Tathagata Buddha. Clenching the Crimson Flame Dragon Spear in his hand, he was ready to charge and fight the Buddha to the death. “You stinking bald donkey, I will kill you!”
“Nezha, you mustn’t!”
A large hand reached out from the side, firmly grabbing hold of Nezha. It was Erlang God Yang Jian, “You’re no match for him. Charging in now would only be a pointless death!”
“I must avenge Wukong! Don’t stop me!”
Nezha roared furiously, struggling to break free from Erlang God Yang Jian’s grip, yet Yang Jian held on tightly.
“Nezha!”
Yang Jian cried out sharply, “Have you forgotten what Wukong entrusted to us? He left us to protect Flower-Fruit Mountain. By rushing in like this, other than dying in vain, how will you get revenge? Do you want to leave Wukong with no peace even in death?”
“I… ”
Nezha’s struggle ceased. He turned to look at Erlang God Yang Jian, and suddenly, as if all strength had left him, he let his arms fall. “Brother Yang, you’re right. I must preserve this useful body to help Wukong protect Flower-Fruit Mountain! This grudge, one day, I will settle it with the Buddha!”
“It will be something we do together!”
Erlang God Yang Jian said solemnly, “Wukong’s enemies are the enemies of the entire Flower-Fruit Mountain! We will collect this debt from them sooner or later, and not one will escape!”
“Amitabha! Third Prince, Erlang Manifesting Saint, are you still unwilling to let go of your obsessions?”
The wounds and severed arm on the Tathagata Buddha had disappeared under the gleam of Buddha’s light, reappearing in their solemn splendor. However, the injuries within, as stated by Sun Wukong, would require at least hundreds of years to heal.
