Chapter 112: The Way of Bodhi, Spring Wind Turning to Rain

The Pantheon Lord's body, composed of countless logical runes,

Under Sun Wukong's arrogant questioning, it fell into a logic stagnation lasting one-thousandth of an instant.

It could not understand.

"Divine Throne" is a blessing.

It is the ultimate order.

It is the pinnacle that countless living beings cannot reach even after exhausting an eon.

Refusal is a logical error.

And provocation is rebellion that needs to be formatted.

However, the Bodhi Patriarch laughed lightly at this moment.

He did not look at the lofty god above, but instead directed his approving gaze toward his own disciple.

Then he slowly turned his head to look at the Pantheon Lord.

That gaze held not a trace of reverence, nor even a hint of solemnity.

It was the kind of gaze one has when looking at an exquisitely crafted yet lifeless puppet.

Carrying a hint… of pity.

"Your so-called 'order' is nothing more than a larger, more boring prison."

Bodhi's voice was very plain, as if stating a simple fact.

The Pantheon Lord's data stream began to surge wildly, trying to parse this 'blasphemous' remark.

【Analyzing... prison definition... error. This is the ultimate divine kingdom, the sole path to transcend Chaos.】

"Look, you can't even understand what I'm saying."

Bodhi shook his head, and that hint of pity on his face deepened.

"You're wrong."

Bodhi said.

"I came here not to escape, nor to overthrow you."

This statement made the Pantheon Lord even less able to comprehend than Sun Wukong's earlier provocation!

Its massive form, made of light and data, showed a visible stutter for the first time.

Countless tiny logical runes flickered on its surface like boiling water.

Not to escape?

Not to overthrow?

For what purpose did one expend such great effort to storm this ultimate forbidden zone?

【... Unable to parse behavioral motive.】

【Request variable 'Void', clarify your ultimate purpose.】

The Pantheon Lord's data stream showed its first noticeable fluctuation.

In its ice‑cold voice, a hint… of confusion slipped out, something it itself had not even noticed.

"My purpose?"

The Bodhi Patriarch laughed.

He spread his arms wide.

In that instant, the 'Void' Dao Rhythm behind him, representing endings and return to zero, underwent a tremendous change.

It was no longer a black hole devouring everything.

Nor was it the absolute zero that freezes divine souls.

An indescribable warmth slowly seeped out from that 'Void'.

If the previous 'Void' was the end of all things,

then the present 'Void' is the... beginning of all things!

It is the 'nothing' that nurtured all possibilities before Chaos even began!

It no longer devours; instead, it emanates a warm aura of 'embracing all things'.

Yao beside him stared blankly at this scene.

She felt that her Dao Heart, which had almost stalled under the Pantheon Lord's pressure,

now revived with vitality in this warm aura.

It was a sense of peace and tranquility, like returning to the mother's body.

"I came to teach this Chaos how to grow up on its own."

Bodhi's voice, like spring wind turning to rain, echoed throughout the Order Divine Kingdom!

Every cold rune, every silent Divine Throne, trembled slightly in that gentle voice.

"You see Chaos as a prison, us as viruses, while I see it as a bawling infant!"

Bodhi's voice suddenly rose, carrying an exalted aspiration!

"It needs not cold rules, nor you, this self‑appointed 'administrator,' to set its future!"

"It needs the infinite possibilities of free growth!"

Saying this, he abruptly turned and pointed at the stunned Sun Wukong beside him.

His face brimmed with the pride of a teacher, a matchless pride springing from the depths of his soul!

"I trained him not to be a weapon for you to eliminate dissent!"

"But to make him a seed!"

A seed!

These two words were like a thunderbolt that pierced through eternity, striking hard in Sun Wukong's mind!

He froze completely, his mind went Blank!

Master……

Master, he……

"A seed of 'Freedom'!"

"A seed of 'Indomitable'!"

"A seed filled with endless 'variables'!"

The Bodhi Patriarch's voice echoed throughout the divine realm, carrying a fervent heat that sought to utterly melt this frigid order!

"When this seed takes root, sprouts, blossoms, and bears fruit in this chaos!"

"When countless such seeds each possess their own unique 'Dao'!"

"This chaos will then possess its own 'Dao', its own future!"

"By then, it will no longer need you, this lofty 'administrator'!"

"Boom——!"

Sun Wukong understood completely at this moment!

Everything, everything was understood!

From preaching on Fangcun Mountain to the Master's detached observation during the havoc in Heavenly Palace.

From the tempering beneath Wǔxíng Shān to the eighty‑one trials on the road to the West.

Later, the Master acted domineeringly, flattening Ling Shan for him so he could seek the truth in chaos……

Even the ultimate trial just now that nearly shattered his Dao Heart!

All of this was not to let Sun Wukong alone attain the Dao!

Nor was it for the Master to transcend himself!

The Master's eternal layout, everything he did, was for…… the whole world!

He is not opening a path for himself!

He is forging a brand‑new road for this chaos, which is regarded as a prison, leading to true freedom!

He, Sun Wukong, is the one the Master selected to bear this road…… the Dao Seed!

That deep‑seated defiance, the obsession of "not yielding" to heaven, "not yielding" to earth, "not yielding" to the myriad gods and buddhas, was never something the Master wanted to erase.

Quite the opposite!

That is what the Master cherishes most, wishes to protect, and wants to let him grow without limit!

Because that is the embryonic form of "Freedom"!

It is the source of "variables"!

Sun Wukong's eye sockets instantly reddened.

A surge of scorching heat surged from his chest straight to his forehead.

He gazed at the Master's back, which seemed frail yet appeared to bear the future of the entire chaos.

He opened his mouth, feeling as if a lump of fire blocked his throat, unable to utter a word.

As it turns out……

This is truly my old self's "Equal Heaven"!

Not about sharing Heaven's longevity, nor about equal divine rank.

But to let all beings, all things, this whole chaos…… be on par with Heaven!

Beside her, Yao was even more shaken by this unimaginably grand vision, her divine soul trembling.

She finally understood why her own master, the "Primordial Demon God",

why Pangu the Great God and those stunningly talented ancient rulers would willingly follow behind "Emptiness".

Because what he gives is never power or divine status.

But a hope truly worth giving everything for!

"……"

The Pantheon Lord fell silent.

A silence as still as death.

All light and runes in the divine realm froze at this moment.

Its massive logic core was operating in an overloaded state, running frenziedly.

"Freedom"…… "variables"…… "self-growth"……

These terms, in its core database, all point to the same definition.

That is——chaos!

It is the opposite of order!

It is a bug!

It is the ultimate virus that must be eradicated at once!

After a long while.

So long it felt like an age had passed.

The cold voice sounded again.

This time, that voice held no confusion, no aloof indifference.

But carried an emotion as cold as extreme!

That was the…… born when its "order" was challenged and its "existence" denied.

Anger!

【Heretical logic!】

【Such thoughts will bring about the arrival of ultimate entropy, the destruction of all things returning to disorder!】

【Determined to be the highest-level threat!】

【Must……】

【Exterminate!】

The moment the words fell!

The entire Pantheon, atop the hundred million divine thrones, all the Chaotic Demon Gods with tightly shut eyes, at the same moment, fiercely opened their eyes!

Boom!!!

Boundless killing intent, like a hundred million volcanoes erupting simultaneously, instantly locked onto Bodhi and Sun Wukong!

The ultimate battle finally erupted!