Chapter 110: The Divine Kingdom of Order, the Prison of Data

Those billions of pairs, from different eras, different species,

The demon god eyes representing different laws all opened at once!

What a sight!

Endless killing intent, greed, brutality, despair……all negative emotions,

At this moment they coalesced into a substantive torrent, crashing down upon Sun Wukong and his two companions!

Yao's body went limp on the spot!

If Sun Wukong hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbing her in time, she would have collapsed straight to the ground!

Even so, her original spirit was also shaken by this terrifying will impact,

Violently trembling, a trace of golden demon god blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"This... these are all real..."

Yao's voice was filled with indescribable horror.

These are not illusions!

Every aura is that of a genuine saint king!

Billions of saint kings!

What terrifying power this is! Enough to overturn the entire Chaos Realm and crush it a hundred times over!

"Hey, quite the spectacle."

Sun Wukong wiped his nose, shielded Yao behind him, hoisted his Golden Cudgel, and his fighting spirit only grew.

Whether it's billions or millions, I don't care!

Today, having come in, I didn't even think about getting out unscathed!

Strike!

Beat them until heaven and earth are overturned!

"Master!"

Sun Wukong shouted loudly, looking at Bodhi Patriarch beside him.

"Old sir, rest and watch your disciple!"

He was about to activate the fused Original Dao Heart within his body, smashing those damn demon gods to pieces!

However.

At the moment his fighting spirit peaked.

"Crack..."

A faint sound, like glass shattering, rang out.

Sun Wukong froze.

The scene before his eyes began to change.

Those billions of towering demon god thrones,

Those ferocious or solemn faces, that aura terrifying enough to freeze the original spirit……

Everything, like a bad signal picture, began to distort, flicker, and fill with snowflakes.

Immediately after.

Whoosh!

The whole world shattered!

The magnificent, unimaginable Pantheon, those fearsome Chaos Demon Gods, together with the supreme Golden Throne……

All of it, in an instant, turned into drifting golden data streams, the most basic, then dissipated into nothing.

The scene before his eyes once again overturned Sun Wukong's understanding.

Here, there are no palaces, no gods.

There is no up, down, left, right, no concept of space and time.

All there is, is endless lines and data streams formed of pure light.

What flows in the air is not spiritual energy, but icy, extremely precise 'rules'.

Each beam of light represents a law.

Each string of data represents a cause and effect.

Here, is the absolute 'Order' Divine Kingdom.

What flows in the air is not spiritual energy, but icy, extremely precise 'rules'.

The moment Sun Wukong stepped into this place, he felt an unprecedented oppression!

His unruly Equal Heaven Path was suppressed here to the extreme!

He felt like a primitive who had accidentally stumbled into a supercomputer's motherboard!

Everything around him was a logical closed loop he couldn't comprehend, yet it made him feel extremely uncomfortable!

His beating heart, his surging blood,

His defiant will toward heaven and earth……here, all seemed so out of place!

Being out of place is an error!

It's a bug!

And a bug needs to be cleared!

Sun Wukong even felt that each of his breaths was a 'non‑compliant' act,

drawing countless rule lines around him to cast scrutinizing gazes upon him.

This feeling is ten thousand times worse than being pressed under the Five Elements Mountain back then!

Just then.

Before them, the endless data stream came to an end.

A figure gradually coalesced.

He had no physical form, composed entirely of countless rays of light and innumerable logical runes.

His face could not be seen, for he had no face at all.

He, is the very embodiment of rules!

He, is the incarnation of truth!

Just by standing there, he exuded an absolute majesty of 'I am the world, I am the truth'.

He, is the Pantheon Lord.

The Pantheon Lord emitted no anger or any other emotion.

His voice did not travel through air, but directly resonated in the logical layer of the three of them, or rather, deep in their souls.

That voice was icy, vast, devoid of any feeling.

【Variable 'Void'.】

【Aberrant Variable 'Equal Heaven'.】

【And……secondary variable 'Illusory Dream'.】

【Welcome to the Pantheon, your final destination.】

This voice made Yao tremble again, a primal fear of the 'system administrator' arising from the deepest layer of life.

Sun Wukong merely raised his eyebrows, then slammed the Golden Cudgel heavily onto the ground, causing countless data streams to fall into disarray.

"Are you that so-called 'administrator'?"

Sun Wukong's voice was full of contempt.

"Stop playing gods and ghosts; if you have the ability, show your true form and fight me, your Sun grandfather!"

The Pantheon Lord's 'body' composed of light runes flickered slightly, as if 'gazing' at Sun Wukong.

【'Administrator' is an understandable term for your chaotic logic.】

【I am the 'First Cause'.】

【I am the 'Ultimate Order'.】

He did not rush to act, as if a cat toying with a mouse under its paw.

He merely slowly raised his hand formed of light.

In an instant!

Around them, the endless data streams began to change wildly!

Countless huge 'screens' appeared out of thin air around the three of them, completely surrounding them.

Each screen displayed a trial ground extremely similar to the chaos they had previously been in.

And in each trial ground's scene, the same scene was being played out!

A towering giant, wielding a massive axe, roared unwillingly, straining to cleave the chaos!

Then, he was easily erased by a far greater, more majestic 'order' force from the level of existence!

One after another 'Pangu' was creating heaven.

One after another 'Pangu' fell.

That image repeated over and over, continuously performed.

Thousands upon thousands, hundreds of millions and more!

It seemed merely a test program that had been repeated countless times, dull and boring.

###Chapter 112: Ultimate Temptation, Become a New God!

Gazing at the billions of screens, countless 'Pangu' struggled in vain, one after another.

Watching them exhaust everything, ultimately unable to raise even a ripple, they were easily erased.

Sun Wukong's mind and spirit suffered an unprecedented massive shock!

His hand gripping the Golden Cudgel turned white from the force.

That was not fear.

But rather a feeling of sorrow and anger at seeing his kind struggle in endless reincarnation, powerless to help!

As it turned out, Pangu's creation of heaven was never a one-time event!

As it turned out, the so-called resistance has always been happening!

And it has always been failing!

【Have you seen it?】

The Pantheon Lord's icy voice sounded again, like a pronouncement of final judgment.

【The essence of chaos is disorder and entropy increase.】

【Its evolution is filled with countless errors and disorder; its final outcome must be a meaningless collapse.】

【Only 'order' can bring eternity.】

With his words, he showed them countless other universes under his governance.

Those universes had no violent chaos of chaos.

There, everything was orderly.

Planets moved along the most precise orbits, not deviating a bit over hundreds of millions of years.

Life, from birth to death, each step lay within strict calculation.

There were no accidents.

There is no conflict.

Naturally, there is no suffering.

It is a kind of suffocating perfection!

Sun Wukong seemed to see a world with no lies, no betrayal, no separation of life and death.

Yet that world likewise lacks surprise, lacks passion,

There is no clinking of cups among friends, and even less… the one who dares to pierce Heaven and Earth, "Old Sun"!

In that kind of world, he—Sun Wukong—would never be born!

Because he himself is the greatest "accident"!

Just as Sun Wukong's heart and spirit were stirred.

Pantheon Lord finally threw the ultimate reward he had prepared for the winner of this "game".

It is also the ultimate temptation for these restless "viruses".

His "gaze" first fell upon Bodhi Patriarch.

【Variable 'Void', your Dao, is very special.】

【'0', is the beginning of everything, and also the end of everything.】

【Your existence can be ascribed to the underlying logic of 'order'.】

【Submit to me.】

【I bestow upon you the title of a new god who stands beneath me, above all realms, wielding the authority of 'Silent Extinction'!】

New god!

Wield Silent Extinction!

This is almost a promise of a supreme authority comparable to a Saint of the Heavenly Dao!

Yao, listening nearby, felt her breath stall.

However, it was not over yet.

Pantheon Lord's "gaze" turned again toward Sun Wukong.

【Mutated variable 'Equal Heaven', your Dao, is filled with infinite possibilities.】

【Although it is a BUG that should not exist, it still holds great research value.】

【Hand over that Original Dao Heart that never belonged to you.】

He paused, seeming to perform some "calculation", then presented a condition he believed Sun Wukong could never refuse.

【I will carve out a new divine realm for you, making you the new god who wields 'war' and 'struggle'.】

【All your battles, all your Unyielding, will become tools for me to correct 'order' and eliminate other BUGs.】

【You will have an eternal opponent, and an eternal war.】

Boom!

This condition, like a thunderclap, struck Sun Wukong's heart hard!

Eternal war!

For a battle maniac, what a deadly temptation!

Become the supreme god!

Possess endless lifespan and inexhaustible power!

There will always be opponents to fight!

Isn't this… exactly the ultimate form of the "carefree freedom" he had long pursued back then?!

This is billions of times better than struggling for survival in the Chaos Realm, where one could fall at any moment!

Beside her, Yao's Dao Heart had already begun to shake violently.

She looked at that perfectly running, pain‑free world, and heard such an irresistible condition.

She thought, perhaps…

This is the best ending.

What meaning does rebellion have, after all?

Even Pangu failed billions of times; what can they do now?

Submitting, becoming a god—doesn't that sound good?

Sun Wukong fell silent.

His golden eyes, burning with flame, showed a hint of bewilderment for the first time.

He lowered his head, looking at the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

The staff was very heavy.

He didn't know, if he agreed, for whom would he later wield this staff?

In the end.

He still raised his head, looking at that figure who, from beginning to end, remained carefree as if nothing concerned him.

He looked at his Master.

He wanted to know his Master's choice.

Bodhi Patriarch sensed his disciple's gaze.

He did not look at the lofty Pantheon Lord, nor at the billions of cyclic worlds.

He only looked at Sun Wukong.

Looking at his own unruly self, yet having placed all trust in his disciple.

Then.

He laughed.

He laughed, more carefree than Sun Wukong, more wanton.

That laugh, in this absolutely "order"-bound cold divine realm, seemed so jarring, so grating!

It was like a heavy hammer striking a precision instrument!

Bodhi Patriarch gazed at the Pantheon Lord formed of light symbols, slowly shaking his head.

He extended a finger.

Then, in a tone almost pitying, like looking at an idiot, he slowly spoke his answer.