Amaterasu's black flames burned silently, seeping into Feng Lin's soul, freezing his blood and spirit. Feng Lin marshaled his psychic power and genetic force to resist with all his might, but before the black flames, it proved futile—instead, it was swiftly devoured, feeding their growth. In terms of energy intensity, these black flames were far inferior to the Demon Sword, yet they possessed a supreme quality, like the divine fire of Japan's Amaterasu, burning all things and consuming everything. This was a difference in the essence of energy. It was like a planet, no matter how vast, could never match the mass of a neutron star that appeared no larger than a playground. Feng Lin's power retreated step by step, the black flames relentlessly pursuing, driving toward the deepest recesses of his body. His consciousness sank into darkness, and he stood motionless.
At that moment, the divine maiden's eyes were shut tight, her will ceaselessly manipulating the Amaterasu flames to penetrate Feng Lin's body, leaving a bizarre fiery brand on his skin, shaped like a totem. Fengma Taro stood nearby, refraining from further action, sneering coldly. Struck by the divine maiden's "Amaterasu Soul Devourer," under the suppression of the great sun goddess's mythic will, anyone would have their spirit enslaved, reduced to a puppet whose life and death were controlled by another, utterly obedient. This was the divine maiden's ultimate killing move on the path of Amaterasu, capable of refining any enemy into her divine slave—a terrifying power. This man was finished! He cast a pitying glance at Feng Lin.
The black flames delved deeper, and the divine maiden's consciousness gradually entered the innermost core of Feng Lin's mind, aiming to shatter his spirit and subdue him in one fell swoop. Slowly, her awareness descended into a dark tunnel, sinking endlessly. Suddenly, the scene before her opened up, and her consciousness entered a world as real as life itself. ... Beyond the sea lay a lone island, on that island a perilous peak, waves crashing, tides rising and falling... A wisp of black fire flew from beyond the heavens, landing on the lone island, manifesting into the figure of a woman, crowned with a divine diadem, draped in colorful robes, as if the supreme Amaterasu goddess of Japanese myth had descended to the mortal realm. The divine maiden's consciousness swept around. She walked the mythic path of Amaterasu, able to enslave minds through divine will, controlling life and death at her whim. This mysterious man was formidable; if she could make him her divine slave, it would greatly benefit her. The divine maiden harbored grand ambitions, intent on enslaving Feng Lin, much like the Demon Sword before her. But to achieve this, she first had to find Feng Lin's true self-consciousness, searching within this unfamiliar mental space. "Why am I called Sun Wukong?" "How strange!" "Why did I have a name right after I was born?" ... A series of odd mutterings caught her attention. She looked over and saw a scrawny, golden-furred monkey crouching atop the peak, clutching its head, muttering incessantly, as if mad. A talking monkey? The divine maiden approached curiously. The human mind was full of infinite possibilities, filled with all sorts of bizarre things, but these were manifestations of latent consciousness. She wanted to get closer to observe and find Feng Lin's true self. Drawing near, she saw the monkey had a furry face, a thunderous beak, and golden fur all over, its expression brimming with endless frustration. Suddenly, the monkey sensed her approach, its golden eyes locking onto her, making the divine maiden's spirit tremble violently. What kind of eyes were those, brimming with boundless ferocity, as if they could overturn heaven and earth? With a whoosh, the monkey transformed into a golden light, closing in instantly at incredible speed, startling the divine maiden. The monkey stared at her intently, asking coldly, "Do you know why I'm called Sun Wukong?" "How would I know why your name is Sun Wukong?" The divine maiden was speechless. If the monkey itself couldn't figure out its own name, how could anyone else? The human mind was strange, capable of evolving anything, but a talking mad monkey was a first for her! Getting no answer after a long while, the monkey grew agitated. Its claws gripped her shoulders, pressing her again and again with domineering force. "Do you know?" "Why did I have a name the moment I was born?" "Who gave me the name Sun Wukong?" ... Its golden eyes widened, emitting a powerful psychic pressure that instantly destabilized the divine maiden's form, making her waver. Such formidable psychic power! This was no mere latent consciousness! The divine maiden's eyes flashed with insight. This monkey, though mad, was no ordinary creature. Could this be the mysterious man's true self-consciousness? Why a monkey? ... She couldn't fathom it, but regardless, one test would tell! The divine maiden waved her hand, and endless black flames engulfed the monkey, burning relentlessly, making it howl, "Where did you come from? Why are you setting fire to Old Sun?" The monkey was furious. "Stop hiding! Become my divine slave obediently!" The divine maiden sneered, transforming into a flame goddess, standing high above the clouds, looking down with contempt. That disdainful gaze felt both familiar and infuriating to the monkey. Boundless rage surged within it, and it instinctively roared, "Where did this petty god come from? Die! Know that I... am... the... Great... Sage... Equal... to... Heaven... Aaahhh...!!!" Endless fury turned into power. Its fists struck out fiercely, smashing into the void, shattering space into pieces and creating a massive black hole. What? The divine maiden cried out in shock. Her consciousness-formed body was utterly obliterated in an instant under that punch, with no resistance. The monkey stared at the black hole, then suddenly leaped, transforming into a golden light and springing out of it. As the saying goes, the heart-ape kicks over the Eight Trigrams Furnace, breaking free from the cage to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace! Deep within Feng Lin's mind, a burst of triumphant, gleeful laughter echoed. "Hehehe! Old Sun is out..."
Inside the demon illusion, the divine maiden had been manipulating the black flames to refine Feng Lin's consciousness when suddenly she screamed, blood streaming from her eyes. She fell backward, her face ashen, her breath faint. "What?" Fengma Taro was stunned. What had happened? Feng Lin's body shook, and his eyes snapped open, blazing gold. A vast, overwhelming psychic power surged to its peak, soaring into the sky, infinite and boundless, filling heaven and earth, threatening to overturn the three realms. "Kill him!" Fengma Taro roared, swinging the Demon Sword as countless demons charged. "Feng Lin" cast a defiant glance, looked at his empty hands in annoyance, then sensed a powerful resonance responding to his psychic call not far away. He reached toward the sky. "Staff, come!" Boom! A heavenly pillar tore through the sky above, crashing down with the force of a million jun, ready to crush the mortal world completely.