# 1234
Chapter 1235: Great Sage Discharged
Asylum of the Gods.
Amidst the earth-shattering collision of divine powers, two figures were sent flying backward.
Sun Wukong steadied himself on the muddy ground, wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced up at the void above:
"Sun Wukong treatment progress: 98%"
"Almost there…" Sun Wukong furrowed his brow.
"KILL——!!" Gilgamesh, drenched in blood, roared furiously, his form shooting forward like lightning, expression utterly manic.
Sun Wukong gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang, his tattered cassock billowing wildly in the wind, and crashed into the gray figure once more!
Boom——!
Boom——!!
Boom——!!!
The violent collisions surged like tides, growing ever more intense. The golden circles surrounding the courtyard were gradually shattered by the battle's aftershocks, until with a crisp sound, they dissipated entirely.
The battlefield obscured by divine power reappeared before the eyes of the hospital's many nurses.
The sudden outbreak of combat startled the busy nurses, their near-solid divine power howling into every corner of the hospital, directly pressing some of the weaker nurses to the ground.
"What's going on? Is this the end of the world!?"
Li Yifei, who had been supervising in the kitchen, froze in shock and exclaimed.
He quickly rushed to the corridor and saw the two figures that had reduced the courtyard to nothing, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
"Damn it… this is going to be trouble!" Li Yifei snapped back to attention and immediately shouted,
"All nurses! Drop everything you're doing immediately!
Higher-realm nurses, take the lower-realm nurses! Head to the iron gate at the hospital's edge! Stay clear of the courtyard area—no one is to approach!
I'm repeating—all nurses…"
Following Li Yifei's shouts, the nurses began moving, clustering together in small groups, carefully making their way toward the iron gate.
As the two divine powers collided, the golden staff images suddenly expanded, growing to the size of mountains, smashing Gilgamesh along with the nurses' dormitory in Building One that had just finished evacuating into flying ash!
"They're insane, both of them are insane!" Bragi stood on the corridor beside the courtyard, staring at the heaven-collapsing, earth-shattering battlefield, mouth agape. "They're going to tear this place apart!"
"You did well, child." A gentle voice spoke from behind him.
The sudden voice made Bragi jump, and he spun around. Seeing it was the kindly Yerand, he exhaled in relief.
"Old man, what are you still doing here? These two are clearly getting serious—staying here will just get us caught in the crossfire!" Bragi grabbed Yerand's arm and hurried toward a safe distance from the battlefield.
But Yerand was rooted to the spot as if he had grown roots. No matter how hard Bragi tugged, he didn't budge an inch.
"Hey, you're really not leaving?" Bragi frowned.
"You did well, child."
"It's dangerous here!"
"You did well, child."
"…Another one snaps, another one snaps! This hospital really does have only one sane person in it!" Bragi cursed as he spoke.
Boom!
Another building was crushed by divine power. Gilgamesh plummeted to the ground like a cannonball, his clothes stained crimson with blood.
Just as he tried to rise, Sun Wukong descended upon him, one foot pressing down on his chest. The earth cracked with web-like fissures.
"Sun Wukong treatment progress: 99%"
The progress bar in the void jumped forward another increment.
With his divine power exhausted, the dust gradually settled. The battered Gilgamesh finally regained his composure.
Those bloodshot eyes stared hollowly upward, and memories that didn't belong to him flashed rapidly through his mind.
These were the fragmented memories implanted in his mind by Nanna, the moon god.
As the "Gilgamesh" body outside awakened, these memories merged with the Gilgamesh within the hospital. In that hazy moment, he pieced together the cause and effect from the body's memories.
"This is…" he murmured to himself.
"Awake?" Sun Wukong released his foot and stepped back, asking in a deep voice.
Gilgamesh didn't answer. He was still processing the information in his mind. After a long while, he snapped back to reality, and fury crept onto his pale face.
"Sumer… Nanna!"
"The situation outside is getting worse." Sun Wukong said calmly. "I have to go."
Hearing these words, a subtle change crossed Gilgamesh's expression. He stared at Sun Wukong for a moment, then silently reached into his chest and produced a broken wedge-shaped seal.
This was what Lin Qiye had taken from Merlin's hand when Gilgamesh first walked out of the ward, and finally returned to him.
Gilgamesh gazed at the broken seal in his palm and spoke slowly:
"Monkey… no, Sun Wukong,
I have a favor to ask of you."
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow—this was the first time he had heard the word "please" from Gilgamesh's lips.
"Speak."
Gilgamesh opened his mouth and solemnly said something.
Sun Wukong contemplated for a moment, then nodded. "Understood."
Gilgamesh struggled to his feet and placed the broken seal into Sun Wukong's palm. His eyes regarded the other man with complex emotions:
"The one who controls the treasury is very strong. Be careful."
Sun Wukong glanced at him and said coolly, "I can beat you here, because you recover faster than me. Outside… I won't lose either."
He reached out and gripped the last corner of his cassock, then pulled it free from his body with a gentle tug.
"Sun Wukong treatment progress: 100%"
"Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong treatment complete. Please leave the hospital immediately."
"Reward acquisition conditions met. Beginning random extraction of Sun Wukong divine ability…"
Successive notifications floated above Sun Wukong's head. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he slammed his right foot hard against the ground!
Figure after figure of贴身虚影 condensed around him. He wore the Phoenix-Plume Purple-Gold Crown on his head, the Golden Lock-Link Armor on his body, and a golden-red battle robe resembling a cassock billowed in the wind.
Battle intent mixed with savage divine power surged within the hospital. Those golden-burning eyes blazed with defiant sharpness.
Compared to the desolate, deep-still figure who had first walked out of the ward, he was now a completely different person.
From the moment he tore off that final corner of his cassock, he was no longer the Victorious Fighting Buddha of the West, bound by Buddhist robes…
Now, he was Great Xia's Great Sage Equal to Heaven!
Clang——!
As golden divine power churned, a ferocious crack appeared before him.
"I couldn't beat you here because you recovered faster than me." Gilgamesh suddenly spoke. He watched Sun Wukong's back and said,
"When I've recovered and left the hospital, let's have another match outside!"
Sun Wukong glanced back over his shoulder and nodded:
"Good. I'll be waiting for you."
As the words fell, Sun Wukong grasped the Ruyi Jingu Bang and stepped into the crack!
His form vanished entirely within the Asylum of the Gods.
…
Outside.
Inanna gazed at the Wu City residents flipping one after another below, and fury crept into her eyes!
"A bunch of mortals, truly courting death!"
She raised the spear in her hand and threw it with force. Terrifying divine might surged around the spear's tip, hurtling downward like a world-destroying meteorite toward the ant-like masses!
Feeling the suffocating pressure bearing down on her, Tali's lips still curled into a faint smile at the corners.
Though the end result would be death regardless, being able to see a god lose his composure in shame wasn't so bad either?
So this is what gods are like!
She closed her eyes slowly.
At that moment, a blinding golden light tore through space, instantly carving a ferocious crack in mid-air!
From the churning, savage divine power, an ancient ape figure stepped out, staff in hand, draped in golden-red battle robes.
"You said… who's courting death?"