Mythology: Erlang Shen begins to show his divine power in the heavens

Chapter 216: The Monkey King, Unwavering Determination
The eighty-first restart.

Wukong seemed to be completely numb.

Anyway.

The living beings on the immortal boat have become numb.

Then he saw the three-eyed giant god, saw him swinging his axe down, and saw the sky and the earth collapsing.

There was not much ripple in their hearts.

Not even much fear.

It will happen again anyway.

No?
They are now the toys of the Supreme Being, trapped in this ever-repeating cycle.

No matter how hard I struggled, it seemed pointless.

But just then.

Lin Yuan's figure suddenly appeared on the shoulder of the three-eyed giant god.

He looked down indifferently.

He said calmly:

"Wukong, this is your last chance. If you still can't break through yourself, then you will be completely reduced to nothingness."

"It's not that difficult for me to open up another world."

Say it.

He didn't care about Goku's reaction and disappeared.

On the immortal boat, the originally numb eyes of all living beings finally showed a ripple after hearing Lin Yuan's cold words.

They knew that this might be the last hope, and the spark of hope all rested on Wukong.

At that moment, countless pairs of eyes looked at Wukong. In those eyes, there was expectation, fear, and even a faint glimmer of hope.

Wukong felt the gazes of the crowd and he subconsciously raised his head, but at that moment, he seemed to be burned by millions of gazes.

His eyes were filled with confusion, his lips trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself:

“But how can I break through myself?”

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength.

Just then, an elderly immortal slowly walked up to Wukong.

He patted Wukong's shoulder gently and said in a trembling voice:

"Wukong, we have experienced these eighty reincarnations with you, and every failure has made our faith stronger.

You are the spiritual stone monkey between heaven and earth, with endless potential. Perhaps, what you need is not great strength, but a brave heart. "

Wukong raised his head and looked at the immortal god, with a hint of doubt in his eyes:
"Brave heart? I've been trying my best, isn't that brave enough?"

The immortal shook his head and sighed:
"You are indeed brave, but you have been bound by fear and despair. You are afraid of failure, afraid of not being able to protect us, and it is this fear that prevents you from truly unleashing your power.

You have to know that true courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move forward firmly in the face of fear."

At the same time, a Buddha came forward, put his hands together, and said softly:
"Wukong, Buddhism is about letting go of obsessions and freeing the mind. You have been obsessed with protecting everything in this world, but have ignored your own inner needs.

Perhaps you should let go of the burden in your heart and find your true self. "

Wukong listened to the words of the immortals and Buddha and fell into deep thought.

His mind kept resurfacing with past experiences, the days when he fought side by side with his companions, and the efforts he made to protect all living beings.

He suddenly realized that he had been fighting for others but never really living for himself.

"Live for yourself..."

Wukong repeated these words in a low voice, and a gleam of light gradually appeared in his eyes.

His body began to tremble slightly.

He looked at the giant axe that was about to fall again, and at the living beings on the immortal boat who placed their hopes on him, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

He asked himself, what exactly did he want?
Is it peace for all people? For so long, he has been working hard for this. In order to protect all living beings in this world, he has tried his best. Even after eighty failures, he has never given up.

Looking at those creatures struggling desperately in the disaster, the compassion in his heart surged like a tide, and the sense of responsibility to protect them had long been deeply rooted in his heart.

He remembered every face twisted with fear, every cry of despair. He longed to see peace for all people and for the world to return to harmony.

But what about freedom? He was originally the unrestrained stone monkey, born between heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and should have been free and unrestrained in the world.

He recalled the days when he had played with the monkeys in the Flower-Fruit Mountain. At that time, he was free and unrestrained, enjoying the beauty of nature to his heart's content.

He longed for a free and easy life, a carefree life without any constraints.

The two thoughts kept intertwining and colliding in his mind, causing him to fall into deeper confusion.

He wanted to protect all living beings, but this heavy responsibility made him lose his freedom. He longed for freedom, but he could not bear to watch all living beings suffer.

His gaze once again fell on the creatures on the immortal boat. Their eyes were still full of expectations, which were trust in him and a desire for life.

He remembered what the immortals said about courage, and moving forward firmly in the face of fear. He also remembered what Buddha said about letting go of obsessions and finding one's true self.

"How should I choose?"

Wukong muttered to himself, with a hint of helplessness and pain in his voice.

His body swayed slightly, as if he was being torn between these two conflicting thoughts and didn't know which way to go.

At this time, the crisis between heaven and earth became more and more urgent. The giant axe of the three-eyed giant god was getting closer and closer to the fairy boat with the momentum of destroying the world. The surrounding space had begun to distort and deform, making a heart-pounding sound.

As for Wukong, he is still immersed in his own confusion, wavering between the peace of the world and his freedom.

On the immortal boat, all living beings looked at the terrifying giant axe that was so close at hand, and the fear in their hearts finally broke through the shackles of numbness at this moment.

In this desperate atmosphere, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, his voice was sharp and full of determination:
"We are all going to die anyway, so why not give our last bit of strength to the Great Sage before we die? As long as the Great Sage can survive, then we can also survive!"

This shout was like a huge rock thrown into a dead lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

The beings who were originally dazed by fear now had a glimmer of determination in their eyes.

They looked at each other, and seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding in that instant.

Immediately afterwards, all living beings spontaneously performed amazing actions without hesitation.

They raised the magic weapons in their hands, or bit their fingers, or cut their wrists, bright red blood flowed out of their bodies, and they sprinkled the blood onto the fairy boat without hesitation.

For a moment, blood shot up into the sky above the immortal boat, and the strong smell of blood quickly spread.

An elderly woman, with calm and resolute eyes, slowly cut her arm, letting the blood drip onto the immortal boat, muttering:
"Great Sage, this is the last bit of my strength. I hope you will succeed."

A young fairy boy, with a childish look on his face, gritted his teeth, squeezed out his own blood, and sprinkled it on the fairy boat, his voice trembling but incomparably firm: "Great Sage, you must survive!"

Those Buddhas clasped their hands together and chanted Buddhist names. The Buddha light around them turned into strands of blood and merged into the fairy boat.

The immortals and gods also sacrificed their own magical weapons, poured the power in the magic weapons into the immortal boat, and then let the magic weapons break into pieces.

The blood continued to gather, forming strange blood lines on the fairy boat. These blood lines intertwined with each other, emitting a mysterious and powerful force.

With the infusion of this power, the Immortal Boat's originally shaky state gradually stabilized, and the hull began to emit a faint light, which revealed the hope and faith of all living beings.

Wukong looked at this scene, his eyes filled with shock and emotion.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

The contradictions that once entangled him in his heart no longer seemed so important at this moment.

He felt the power given to him by all living beings. It was a power that transcended life and death, beyond fear, a power that he could not let down at any cost.

"you."

Wukong's voice trembled, he clenched his fists, and an unprecedented courage surged in his heart.

He could no longer suppress his emotions.

He raised his head and let out a long roar towards the sky that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Master, this is the last time I call you Master!"

Wukong's voice exploded like thunder, resounding between heaven and earth.

In his eyes, golden light flickered, as if burning with blazing fire.

"I know you want me to become stronger, but have you ever asked about my wishes? Have you ever asked about the wishes of all living beings?"

His eyes scanned the devastated world around him, and then looked at the living beings on the immortal boat who had given everything for him. Some of them collapsed weakly on the ground, while others still forced themselves to look at him, their eyes full of trust and expectation.

"In these eighty-one reincarnations, I have struggled time and time again, and failed time and time again, but I have never given up. I have always wanted to protect all living beings and restore peace to this world."

Wukong's voice trembled slightly.
"But what about you? What do you think of us? We are pawns in your experiments, toys for you to manipulate at will!"

He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly, and the magic power around him surged wildly, as if trying to break through his physical restraints.

"I, Old Sun, will sever all ties with you today!"

His voice was full of determination.

"I want to seek justice from you on behalf of all living beings! I, Old Su, will never allow you to act so recklessly again and treat our lives as a joke!"

At this moment, Wukong is no longer the confused and wandering stone monkey. His eyes are full of determination and the courage to resist.

He was no longer afraid of the powerful Lin Yuan, and was no longer troubled by the conflicts in his heart.

For the sake of all living beings, for himself, and for this world, he wants to challenge the almighty master, the person who controls everything.

"Today, even if I die, I will let you know that we are not ants that you can manipulate!"

Wukong's hoarse roar echoed between heaven and earth, like a bolt of lightning that cut through the darkness, instantly igniting the fire deep in his heart.

at the same time.

It seemed as if an invisible shackle in his heart suddenly broke with a "crack".

This shackle, formed quietly at some point, bound his mind, imprisoned his strength, and made him wander in confusion and fear.

And at this moment, under the trust and expectations of all living beings, and in his resistance to the unfair fate, the shackles finally couldn't bear the burden and were completely broken.

As the shackles were broken, the power that had been suppressed for so long in Wukong burst out like a flood.

The power that originally restricted him also disappeared at this moment.

Around his body, golden light surged and swirled wildly, becoming brighter and brighter, as if it was going to illuminate the entire world.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to feel the impact of this powerful force and began to resonate with his voice.

In the sky, the originally dark cloud-covered sky began to tremble violently, and lightning danced wildly like silver snakes, accompanied by bursts of thunder, as if cheering for Wukong's awakening.

On the earth, the mountains, rivers and streams were all shaking, and the traces of destruction caused by the power of the giant god seemed to be slowly healing at this moment.

Wukong's power was like an unstoppable torrent, surging wildly.

His figure gradually became blurred in the light, and at the same time, the scene of the entire world began to undergo miraculous changes.

Everything between heaven and earth, mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, and even the dust floating in the air, began to merge with him.

Gradually, the whole world took on his appearance.

His body seemed to have turned into the boundless sky, accommodating all things in the world.

His breath is like the pulse of the earth, nourishing every living thing.

And all living beings are closely connected with him in this wonderful change.

Their life force, their hope and faith, all became part of Wukong's power.

At this time, Wukong is no longer the lonely and clever stone monkey. He has transformed into the entire heaven and earth. All living beings are him, and he is also all living beings.

He can feel the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of every living being and hear every faint heartbeat.

His heart is filled with love and responsibility for all living beings, and is also filled with the determination to fight against the unfair fate to the end.

The giant axe of the three-eyed giant god that was about to fall seemed to become insignificant in the face of such powerful force as Goku.

He has become one with all beings in the world!

The immortal boat that carried the hopes and sacrifices of all living beings was flashing and changing rapidly under his control.

In the end, it turned into the Ruyi Jingu Bang again.

Wukong stretched out his hand and grasped the golden cudgel, only to feel a familiar and more powerful force flowing through his arm into his body.

The golden cudgel trembled slightly in his hand.

He looked down at the golden cudgel in his hand, his eyes full of determination.

At this time, the giant axe of the three-eyed giant was roaring towards him with a breath of destruction. Wukong raised his head, his eyes like lightning.

He took a deep breath, and all the strength in his body was madly gathered on the golden hoop in his hand.

The golden cudgel began to emit a dazzling light, illuminating the endless darkness.

"Take a stick from my old grandson!!!"

Wukong shouted loudly, and his voice resounded through heaven and earth like a huge bell.

He swung the stick with all his might, and the golden hoop, with unparalleled power, cut through the sky and headed towards the giant god's axe.

(End of this chapter)