The Tathāgata Must Fail

The black hand, composed of an indestructible flame, roiled with dark energy and even smeared Nine's own hand.

Nine quickly withdrew her hand, only to find the flames lingering stubbornly upon it.

"What in the world is this?"

Nine looked at Sun Wukong in shock.

This wasn't Sun Wukong's power.

At this moment, Sun Wukong was completely engulfed by a sea of black flames. The black fire emerged from the void, spreading rapidly across the land, obscuring the sky, chilling the blood in Nine's veins.

The whole world fell eerily silent as dark clouds churned, tumultuous and terrifying, emitting a palpitation-inducing aura.

It was the embodiment of despair, resentment, anger, and unwillingness—a collection of all the world's curses.

"Where did you get this power?"

Nine asked.

She couldn't comprehend how Sun Wukong could possess such immense power.

This power was the accumulation of innumerable curses, beyond her imagination, beyond the realm she controlled.

"This power comes from you."

Sun Wukong said, his black flames burning above his head with immense power.

In that instant, he dashed forward like a meteor, his Jingu Bang wrapped in black flames and smashing down on Nine.

"You created this world, and that is why you have failed!"

Sun Wukong's voice thundered with the Jingu Bang towards Nine.

His speed increased once again, so fast that even Nine couldn't react in time.

Almost instantly, the Jingu Bang filled her entire field of vision.

Boom.

The demonic flames surged, overwhelming heaven and earth, with Nine taking a heavy hit, flying backward and spitting blood.

Her eyes reflected scenes of black fire, shaking her inner being.

But she realized—these black flames were the power of the world beneath her feet.

The power of the world she possessed.

"It's them!"

Nine clenched her teeth and steadied herself.

These black flames were the accumulation of Karma amassed over billions of years by the land!

The Undying Emperors had destroyed too many Star Palaces, seized too much power.

Countless beings had been erased by the dust of history.

These souls had long been shattered, but their despair, anger, and all negative Willpower persisted, suppressed by the Undying Emperors.

At this moment—Sun Wukong had awakened this power with the Wanling Heavenly Dao!

"No wonder you inscribed the Heavenly Dao into this world!"

Nine was somewhat shaken: "But how can you control them?"

Her heart was filled with fear, as if foreseeing what was to come.

"All things of beings are gathered by Wanling."

Sun Wukong said: "Including their hatred."

His body blazed with black flames, like a demon god, he instantly lunged at Nine, colliding with her.

Boom.

Nine raised her hand to block, but a halo behind her suddenly shattered.

That was the symbol of her Tao, shattered by Sun Wukong's blow.

"You can't do this!"

Within the black flames, Nine felt her Heavenly Dao breaking apart one by one.

Her eyes flaming, she shouted loudly: "You haven't even fully mastered the Heavenly Dao; if you harness this power, it will consume you!"

"So what?"

Sun Wukong didn't relent in his assault, the black fire reaching the sky, causing mountains and rivers to pale in comparison.

The black fire burned on him, the endless negative energy wreaking havoc within his heart, burdening him.

His body was breaking, his inner Tao unsettled, constantly quaking, as if it would be devoured!

Yet Sun Wukong did not cease his attack, despite being covered in wounds, he continued to strike.

With a sweep of the Jingu Bang, the earth shook, and Nine's arm was obliterated on the spot, turning into a mist of blood.

"Those driven by Karma will be consumed by Karma!"

She shouted loudly: "Once tainted with endless Karma, your Divine Soul will be extinguished, all your power turned to ashes!"

She warned Sun Wukong, but he was unmoved.

"I want to leave here."

Nine, swathed in fear, tried to flee but found herself unable to escape.

The world she created was now shrouded in black flames, having lost control, unable to contract, but instead constraining her escape.

With a thunderous boom, a powerful energy like roaring rivers smashed her last halo of light, sending her flying.

Too powerful, the Willpower of billion beings—unstoppable by any force!

"Ah!"

Nine spewed blood, her body engulfed in raging black flames.

"Sun Wukong."

She tried to stand, but was quickly engulfed by the surging black flames, drowning her.

"No…"

Nine screamed, seized by fear: "I haven't gone home yet, I want to take them home, I can't die here!"

She struggled and resisted in the flames, sinking deeper and deeper.

The endless black fire drowned her, she couldn't struggle free.

Sun Wukong, feet planted on the dark flames, drew nearer.

"It's over."

Sun Wukong swung his staff.

Nine's eyes widened, then slowly calmed.

"…I won't thank you."

Her voice echoed in Sun Wukong's ears: "But one day, you will be just like me."

"So what?"

Sun Wukong replied.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Nine laughed loudly, and as she laughed, her body disintegrated inch by inch into dust, vanishing into the air.

"How sad to live in the past."

Another voice spoke.

Sun Wukong turned and saw an old man in a Kasaya.

When or why the old man had arrived, Sun Wukong had no idea.

But he had released a monster, and also attracted a monster.