Great Demon Sun Wukong

Chapter 936: Chapter 821 Soul Devourer

Everyone’s inadvertent efforts, accumulated to the end, were enough to be fatal, but of course to the Primordial Honor. Not only that, the strike from the Rogue Heart Sword Hero wasn’t as simple as it appeared. The starbind was the Rogue Heart Sword Hero’s strongest attack after merging with the Power of the Stars. This strike not only bound the Primordial Honor on the surface, but more importantly, the Power of the Stars from the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss followed the wounds on the Primordial Honor’s body, all pouring into his body, separating the Primordial Honor’s skeleton from his flesh from the inside. Although the Rogue Heart Sword Hero’s strength didn’t truly separate the Primordial Honor’s skeleton and Ziling’s flesh, it still caused significant trouble for the Primordial Honor; otherwise, Xi Zhao’s strike wouldn’t have been so smooth.

As the Primordial Honor’s body was completely sealed, Sun Wukong finally breathed a sigh of relief. This battle, having cost so many lives, finally managed to seal the Primordial Honor. It was truly not easy. However, the sealing of the Primordial Honor didn’t bring any happiness or relief to Sun Wukong; it seemed the heavy stone in his heart was still weighing on him.

No wonder, so many people died just to deal with one Primordial Honor; how could Sun Wukong be happy? At first, Sun Wukong thought it was his psychological reaction, but soon he realized something was wrong. The oppressive force did not disappear. Instantly, Sun Wukong thought of something and suddenly looked up.

That glance made Sun Wukong’s heart sink; damn, he had forgotten this. The moment Sun Wukong looked up, he suddenly saw the Primordial Honor’s head, still floating in mid-air without falling due to the loss of its body. The pressure Sun Wukong felt was radiating from the Primordial Honor’s head.

Damn it, he had used the Primordial Honor’s carelessness to defeat him, but then he made this fatal mistake himself. The most terrifying thing in the world isn’t natural disasters, or demons, or ghosts, but the phrase, “I assumed”. The Primordial Honor assumed that Sun Wukong and the others were no threat to him, which was why he was beheaded by Xi Zhao. Sun Wukong assumed the Primordial Honor was certainly dead after losing his head, but found he was still alive.

Indeed, even Xing Tian, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, could remain immortal after losing his head, so how could the Primordial Honor die? As Sun Wukong cursed himself for being careless, Zhu Bajie suddenly shouted, “You damn demon, what are you boasting about with just a head left? I don’t believe you can bite me to death. Brother Monkey, don’t worry, watch me eat it!” After speaking, Zhu Bajie opened his big mouth towards the Primordial Honor’s head in mid-air, and a terrifying suction then emerged from Zhu Bajie’s mouth.

Sun Wukong just wanted to stop him, but it was already too late. The head in mid-air had been drawn over by Zhu Bajie. Sun Wukong, shocked at the sight, couldn’t care about much else, immediately leveraging his strength to bump Zhu Bajie aside, and at that moment, the Primordial Honor’s head, thanks to Zhu Bajie’s suction, directly hit Sun Wukong’s abdomen.

Sun Wukong spat out a mouthful of blood with a loud ‘wow’, and the whole person was sent flying by the head. From Zhu Bajie opening his big mouth to Sun Wukong being knocked flying and spitting blood, the process was extremely quick. Zhu Bajie almost didn’t react, but when he did, the Primordial Honor’s head had already flashed to be in front of him. Zhu Bajie was about to raise the Nine-Toothed Rake, but the head was extremely fast and bit into Zhu Bajie’s chest.

Zhu Bajie had already lifted the Nine-Toothed Rake, but with the head biting him, his body instantly stiffened. Zhu Bajie felt a force in his body quickly vanishing, and he wanted to reach out to knock off the head, but his body was completely unable to move. Finally, with all his strength, Zhu Bajie hoarsely shouted, “Wujing, save me!” At this moment, Zhu Bajie was in a panic, originally wanting to call Brother Monkey for help, but suddenly recalling Sun Wukong had been knocked away, in desperation he could only call for Sha Wujing.

Just now, because Zhu Bajie was standing sideways next to Sun Wukong, when Sun Wukong was knocked away, no one saw the head biting Zhu Bajie. Everyone’s gaze turned to the flying Sun Wukong, and Xi Zhao had already chased after him at the first moment. Then, there was a terrible shout from Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing immediately realized but just remembered that he was still maintaining the seal of the World Suppressing Stele.

To thoroughly seal the Primordial Honor is not a simple task. Currently, Sha Wujing cannot leave the World Suppressing Stele even a half-step. He must continuously infuse Spiritual Power into it for forty-nine days before the seal can be stabilized, so that the stele can autonomously absorb enough energy from the universe to maintain the seal.

Although Sha Wujing couldn’t make a move in time, the White Dragon rushed over at the first moment. Although he didn’t know what happened to Zhu Bajie, he could tell from the voice that something had definitely occurred to him. With several flickers, the White Dragon reached Zhu Bajie’s side, and lowered his head immediately to see the head biting into Zhu Bajie’s chest. The White Dragon was stunned to see that the Primordial Honor’s head, which he thought had followed Senior Brother flying away, was actually biting on Zhu Bajie. He reached out into the void with his right hand, and a golden spear appeared in his hand.

With a flick of the wrist, the golden spear spun out a beautiful pattern, stabbing towards the head. But the head, with a glancing look, saw the White Dragon’s spear and suddenly released its grip, dodging the spear with a flicker, then suddenly pounced towards the White Dragon, aiming not anywhere else but at his face.

It’s human nature; if something flying at you aims at your hands, feet, or body, it’s easy to dodge, but if it targets your face, it’s much harder to avoid. Moreover, the head was adjusting its direction with the White Dragon’s evasions, mouth agape, ready to bite his face when a figure suddenly appeared in front of the White Dragon. As soon as the figure appeared, it instantly extended a right index finger, gently pointing at the Primordial Honor’s head on the forehead.

The head’s momentum vanished immediately, followed by a calm and neutral voice saying, “Amitabha Buddha.” Upon hearing this Buddha invocation, it was unmistakably Tang Sanzang. Simultaneously, countless rays of Buddha Light bloomed from Tang Sanzang’s body, with endless streams scattering outwards. Behind Tang Sanzang appeared a phantom of Buddha, a thirty-six-zhang tall Golden Buddha.

Along with the Buddha’s appearance, waves of Sanskrit chants and light white petals dropped from the sky. On the Primordial Honor’s face was shock, and the head seemed to be stuck to Tang Sanzang’s finger, unable to break free. “Soul Devouring Master, Cheng Qian Master, if you would please!” Following Tang Sanzang’s calm voice, two figures suddenly appeared one on each side of the Primordial Honor’s head.

As soon as these two appeared, the Primordial Honor wasn’t initially surprised, but upon sensing their auras, looking up at Tang Sanzang before him, the Primordial Honor’s expression changed repeatedly, finally settling on fear.

“No, no, you can’t do this! I am the Primordial Honor, I’m the Primordial Honor!” But neither the Soul Devouring Monk nor Cheng Qian paid any heed, without hesitation each extended their hands, pressing virtually atop the Primordial Honor’s head, and then, both exerted force to begin extracting the Primordial Honor’s spirit. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to cast a recommendation vote or monthly pass on Starting Point (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)