Wu Ming died, thoroughly and unequivocally. His death was wholly his own choice, free from coercion or temptation by others. Wu Ming might not be considered a hero, but in the hearts of a few, he was their hero. In truth, Wu Ming could have chosen a different path; his power had reached the summit of Heavenly Venerate's Peak, a pinnacle of strength in this universe, where he could rival both Ziling of the Crimson Army and the Heavenly Patroller of the Law Enforcers. Without choosing death, Wu Ming's future could have branched into countless possibilities. Should he have chosen to assist that great being, it's quite possible he could have reshuffled the entire universe, standing second to none. Had he sided with another force, he might well have thwarted that great being and truly beco a hero. It seed that no matter which path Wu Ming chose, the outco would have been far better than the present.
However, the reality of life has no ifs. When Hidden Mountain died and with it, Wu Ming's heart died too. A person without a heart is but a walking corpse, even if still alive. The reason why Wu Ming had waited until now to end his life was that he didn't want his death to be in vain. He waited for Sun Wukong, intending to assist him in entering the Fallen Tomb. In his previous conversation with Sun Wukong, Wu Ming had indeed lied about one thing. The great being did not want Sun Wukong to enter the Fallen Tomb; everything he had done in Buddha's Pure Land was rely to guide Sun Wukong into the Life and Death Blood Realm within Hei Kui's domain.
The Soul Devouring Insects, for reasons unknown, could not control Sun Wukong, so they had to resort to the Life and Death Blood Realm to do so. While the true Sun Wukong could unleash far greater combat power than a puppet revived from the dead, an uncontrollable individual, no matter how powerful, is useless. Thus, the great being planned for Sun Wukong to enter the Life and Death Blood Realm and commanded Wu Ming to use the power of the Heavenly Stele to transform Sun Wukong into one of those dark-armored beings. This would allow Sun Wukong to retain most of his mories while becoming utterly obedient to the great being's commands. This was what the great being needed—a chess piece with imnse destructive force.
What the great being didn't expect was that Wu Ming would betray him. Wu Ming did not control Sun Wukong; instead, he sacrificed himself to open the entrance to the Fallen Tomb and sent Sun Wukong inside. Sun Wukong entering the Fallen Tomb was precisely what the opposing force had hoped for, making it the last thing the great being wanted to happen. But now, with Sun Wukong inside the Fallen Tomb, even if the great being found out, it would be too late. There was only one way to enter the Fallen Tomb, controlled by the Heavenly Patroller. Only at the appointed ti set by the Heavenly Patroller would the entrance be opened for the heroes from the great Divine Nations; the Heavenly Patroller himself had never entered.
The notion that Sun Wukong had ntioned about entering through the Illusionary Bug Domain or the Life and Death Blood Realm was utterly impossible. Now that Sun Wukong had successfully entered the Fallen Tomb, the price paid was the life of a being at the zenith of Heavenly Venerate—a testant to the difficulty of entering the Fallen Tomb. Of course, Sun Wukong was unaware of all this; although he found sothing odd about Wu Ming, he didn't pay it much heed. After devouring seven dark-armored beings, Wu Ming's will had greatly changed. It was already quite the feat that he still recognized himself as Wu Ming and rembered Sun Wukong.
"So this is the Fallen Tomb? Doesn't seem all that special!" Sun Wukong, startled by Wu Ming's final palm strike and retreating backward, fell directly into the passage behind him. After passing through the tunnel into the Fallen Tomb, he looked around and uttered these words. To Sun Wukong's eyes, the Fallen Tomb didn't have much to it at all—rely a bit gloomy with a denser presence of deathly spirit power in the air, sowhat akin to the Netherworld he had once visited but far more spacious and empty.
Cautiously examining his surroundings and finding nothing amiss, he drew out Jingu Bang and randomly chose a direction to explore the area. However, the mont he tried to take a step, Sun Wukong knew sothing was wrong. He felt as if his body had beco dozens of tis heavier. As he lifted his foot, he was imdiately flattened to the ground, coughing up blood. There hadn't been any sign of abnormality at first, but before he could even take a step, it was as though countless mountains weighed down upon him—not just externally, but a crushing pressure also surged within. Caught off guard, he was pressed to the ground, resulting in internal injuries.
It took him half a Chinese Hour to slowly adapt to this pressure, exerting all his strength just to crawl up and sit cross-legged on the ground. Yet even this typically simple action made Sun Wukong's face turn pale and drenched him in sweat. "What's going on here? At this rate, forget about combat power; I can hardly even walk. And I've already sustained internal injuries without even taking a step; would an ordinary Nine Patterns Supre not be crushed to death instantly?" Although Sun Wukong managed to sit up, the pressure on him did not diminish in the slightest. After just a brief mont of ditation, he felt as though his internal organs were about to shatter, and blood stread from his nostrils.
"I can't go on like this; I will die here. Even if my body can withstand it, my internal organs cannot," Sun Wukong slowly bent down and once again lay on the ground. Lying down like this, the pressure slightly lessened. At the sa ti, Sun Wukong's mind raced, searching for any thod that could negate or weaken this oppressive force. Otherwise, in such a condition, he definitely couldn't do anything.
Then, Sun Wukong thought that he wasn't the first to co to the Fallen Tomb; many had co before him. He rembered that the sword currently wielded by the Rogue Heart Sword Hero was brought out from the Fallen Tomb. Hence, if people had visited this place before and even managed to leave alive with objects, that certainly ant it wasn't truly an inescapable predicant. And they wouldn't have been like him, unable to stand up due to so mysterious pressure. Otherwise, it ant they had encountered the sa situation but had found a solution.
As long as it wasn't a genuine dead end, there was hope, and where there was hope, people could unleash infinite strength. So, after calming down for a while, Sun Wukong activated his Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes with all his Spiritual Power. He quickly discovered the source of the terrifying pressure. It was emanating from beneath him, and he noticed that the Earth Elent in this area was incredibly dense, to an almost absurd degree—furthermore, it wasn't just any Earth Elent but a variant within the Earth Attribute. Humans could not absorb and refine this variant Earth Elent into Spiritual Power, but it could be devoured and refined into Divine Skills.
Now that he had identified the cause, there was a way to tackle it. Closing his eyes, the balance of the Five Elents within his body started operating at full force, slowly absorbing the bizarre Earth Elent around him into his body and attempting to fuse it with the Earth Attribute origin power within him. Concurrently, Sun Wukong took out the World Suppressing Stele and placed it above his head. Indeed, as soon as the World Suppressing Stele was deployed, Sun Wukong imdiately felt a significant reduction in the pressure. This only increased Sun Wukong's determination. What defines a strong person? It's not necessarily having invincible power, but rather the spirit to never give up, and when facing danger, the instinct to think of a solution or even turn the danger into a power beneficial to oneself.
Such a person, even if not strong at the mont, definitely has the potential to beco strong. And Sun Wukong was one such person. After the initial panic subsided, Sun Wukong quickly cald down and started thinking of ways to overco the current difficulty. It proved to be the correct approach. Indeed, the Fallen Tomb was no dead end. Because after just an hour, Sun Wukong was able to stand up smoothly. And he had already refined so of the special Earth Elent. By then, Sun Wukong also understood the reason for the enormous pressure here—the special Earth Attribute was actually the Gravity Attribute. The gravity in this place was at least a hundred tis that of the outside world. And now, having initially refined so of the Gravity Earth Attribute, Sun Wukong could already reduce the gravity here to about eighty tis that of the outside.
"This is indeed the best place to cultivate and beco stronger. With just another month's practice, it's not impossible to completely control this gravity. By then, I'll have acquired another Divine Skill," Sun Wukong thought to himself. His purpose for coming to the Fallen Tomb wasn't very clear even to himself. Instead of wandering aimlessly, it was better to cultivate here for a while, at the very least to restore himself to normal condition. Otherwise, should he end up in a fight, he feared he wouldn't be able to exert even a third of his strength. Thus, Sun Wukong cald his mind, put aside all other thoughts, and began to earnestly devour and refine the Gravity Attribute Elental Power. With the balance of the power of the Five Elents within him and the help of the World Suppressing Stele, Sun Wukong's progress was accelerated. Within rely half a month, he had made so achievents. Now he could reduce the gravity of this place to about half, which is to say, fifty tis that of the outside. Although the pressure was still strong, Sun Wukong's normal movents were no longer hindered.
After another month, Sun Wukong left. In one and a half months' ti, Sun Wukong had cultivated a brand new Divine Skill, which allowed him to manipulate the pressure at a specific location at will, up to a hundred tis the normal state. This was a truly terrifying Divine Skill. Imagine, when you are in a fight with an opponent, matched evenly, but then suddenly they increase the gravity a hundredfold on you; even if it doesn't crush you instantly, death wouldn't be far off. In a battle between masters, a mont's distraction could lead to a downfall on the spot. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Starting Point (qidian) to cast your recomndation votes and Monthly Pass. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)"
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