"Who is that?"

Creatures around the altar trembled and asked.

"The Undying."

Someone replied, voice filled with fear.

Such power was too terrifying, it left them all immobile.

"Is that the Undying?"

Sun Wukong became even more curious upon hearing these conversations.

The Undying approached the altar alone, the chains on his feet, wrought of mysterious origins, faintly visible, emanating an ancient aura.

"That chain is a treasure the Undying have from birth."

The Shopkeeper said: "It's a symbol of eternity."

Eternity? Isn't it slavery?

Wukong recalled the little figures he saw in the totem.

The Undying continued to walk away, the chains tinkling melodiously, pointing towards the altar.

Totems surfaced one after another on the ground, the entire peak shuddered.

As he walked further, the spell binding everyone slowly vanished.

"The Undying!"

Suddenly, a creature rushed towards the Undying.

"I demand a blood debt be repaid with blood!"

He roared furiously, but he didn't get close; a flash of bloodlight and the creature became a rain of blood, falling to the ground, spirit and body annihilated.

Everyone was shocked.

"This is not a place for you to run wild."

The Undying said without even turning his head.

He reached the peak of the altar, facing the white egg, and a blood-red Immortal Fruit appeared in his hand.

The Immortal Fruit was crystal clear, radiating an overwhelming life force, as if it was the condensed essence of countless worlds.

"Blood for blood, world for world..."

The Undying raised his hands: "I have done it!"

With a rustle, the Immortal Fruit pierced through all obstacles, lifting into the air.

Blood-red lightning struck down, the Blood Sea surged with monstrous waves, instantly engulfing the altar.

"What's he doing?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"He's awakening this land."

The Shopkeeper replied: "This land belongs to them."

The surging bloody waters engulfed the altar, flowing down the steps, reaching everyone's feet.

People looked on as corpses bobbed up and down in the Blood Sea, young and old, countless, the entire land wailing in sorrow.

The vast Blood Sea, the endless corpses, such a sight shocked everyone present.

This Blood Sea was made from countless world's creatures' sacrifices.

On the altar, the white egg radiated light, gently illuminating the Blood Sea.

Then, it began to erupt with blinding light, and the Blood Sea suddenly stopped spreading, flowing in reverse, moving toward the egg.

The egg, like a black hole, quickly absorbed the Blood Sea, even the Immortal Fruit was absorbed.

After absorbing the Immortal Fruit, the white egg turned blood-red, floating above the altar, unchanged.

"No..."

The Undying took a step back.

The Immortal Fruit in his hand had withered, he looked up at the egg in the sky, tears suddenly falling, "Is it still not enough?"

"Still not enough?"

He lifted his head, suddenly bursting into laughter: "Does it mean we can never go back?"

That laughter was full of desolation, full of despair.

For countless eons, he braved untold dangers, betrayed his own kind, barely scraping by under the Venerables' watchful eyes, all for the revival of this world.

But it was still futile.

They could never return.

"We can never go back!"

He laughed hysterically, the laughter laced with madness.

"If we cannot return, then why am I still alive!"

As his voice fell, he suddenly lifted his right hand and with a boom struck his own forehead.

Blood blossomed, and the Undying's body fell.

The entire place was shocked, finding it hard to believe what they just witnessed.

"He committed suicide."

Sun Wukong said.

"Why?"

The Shopkeeper's face was pale; how could such an important guest of his fail so easily?

Only Wukong knew the reason.

"This land cannot be saved, he was helpless against fate."

Sun Wukong stepped forward, walking towards the altar.

All along, he knew the life of this land had ended, it could no longer be revived.

If only they were millions of years earlier, perhaps the Undying could have succeeded.

But this land had waited too long, all mechanisms for revival had already failed.

Sun Wukong walked to where the Undying had fallen.

The Undying's body, blurry with blood, lay on the ground, the blood being absorbed by his chains.

"So that's how it is."

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with golden light, realizing that the chain truly was the Undying's treasure.

It protected the Undying's soul and, given time, could resurrect the Undying.

But of what use was it?

The chains were not the Six Paths of Reincarnation; they wouldn't erase his suffering and memory.

No matter how long he lived, once the heart died, that was true death.

The hardest person to defeat is oneself.

Sun Wukong stepped over the Undying.

Those who linger in the past held no significance to him.

He reached the pinnacle of the altar, reaching for the blood-red egg.

At that moment, the Heavenly Might within him surged forth, sweeping over the peak, startling some creatures to their knees.

"It needs even more power."

Sun Wukong picked up the Jingu Bang and soared into the air.

Everyone looked up.

Sun Wukong flew high into the sky before coming to a halt.

"This land is already dead."

Sun Wukong's gaze swept across the land, then he raised the Jingu Bang, bringing it swinging down.

No matter how many people's hopes, if necessary, he could destroy them all.

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