Chapter 117: Heart Demon? I am the Heart Demon!

Heart Demon Pact!

The Pantheon Lord's icy, emotionless voice echoed throughout the entire Data Divine Kingdom.

Upon hearing those two words, Sun Wukong froze.

Immediately, he laughed.

It was a laughter springing from his gut, brimming with endless mockery and scorn!

Heart Demon? Hahahaha!

You want to use a Heart Demon against me, Old Sun?

His laughter caused the surrounding black-gold chains, swirling and dancing, to emit an even more intense hum,

as if cheering for their new master's arrogance!

Sun Wukong extended a finger, pointing to his own heart, and the smile on his face grew even more ferocious.

You hunk of junk, did you get something wrong?

The five hundred years under Five Elements Mountain are my heart demon!

The golden hoop on the Journey to the West is my heart demon!

My master's leaving is also my heart demon!

But so what?!

Sun Wukong suddenly restrained his smile; in his blood-red eyes burned pure, ultimate madness and defiance!

I, Old Sun, have relied on these heart demons to get where I am today!

I, Old Sun, am my own greatest heart demon!

You want to use me to defeat myself?!

Hahaha! You're even more ridiculous than the bald donkey of Ling Shan!

Every word Sun Wukong spoke struck like a heavy hammer, slamming hard into the Pantheon Lord's logical core!

【Error!】

【Heart Demon Pact, logic cannot be self-consistent!】

【Target has absolute awareness of its own existence; the agreement…… fails!】

The Pantheon Lord's luminous form, for the first time, stagnated for several seconds.

His supreme logic, for the first time, encountered an incomprehensible existence.

【Threat level assessment……】

【Re-evaluation……】

【Threat level: Extremely high!】

The next moment!

The entire Data Divine Kingdom's pure gold instantly gave way to piercing blood-red!

The sharp, piercing alarm echoed across this vast, boundless conceptual space!

This meant the Pantheon Lord, for the first time, marked a target,

from a 'bug' requiring fixing to a 'virus' that must be purged!

"Erroneous variable 'Equal Heaven'."

The Pantheon Lord slowly raised his light-formed right hand, pointing far at Sun Wukong.

"Execute…… formatting."

At the instant his words fell!

The golden ocean of endless data beneath his feet suddenly surged into towering waves!

Countless logic runes, axiomatic laws, and supreme regulations rose from the ocean!

They frenziedly converged, compressed, and condensed!

Finally, in the Pantheon Lord's hand, they coalesced into a sword!

A sword forged from pure 'Principle'!

——Sword of Principle!

This sword has no physical form, yet it is sharper than any Chaos Realm treasure!

Where its blade points, all laws retreat and concepts vanish!

Its very embodiment embodies 'Correctness'!

Before it, any existence not conforming to 'Order' is 'Error' and must be corrected, erased!

Wielding the Sword of Principle, the Pantheon Lord's aura, for the first time, took on a judgmental air.

"Hum——!"

Sun Wukong felt his head sink as an unprecedented massive pressure pressed in from all sides!

That was not a suppression of power!

but a denial stemming from existence itself!

It was as if the entire universe, the entire Chaos Realm, all rules of past, present, and future shouted at him:

You should not exist!

You are wrong!

Your defiance is wrong! Your refusal to submit is wrong! Your rebellion is wrong!

Everything about you, from birth onward, is a great mistake!

Get…… lost, Old Sun!

Sun Wukong let out a heaven-shaking roar, the Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm erupting wildly,

Stubbornly, he withstood this willforce that could cause the Saint King Capital's Dao Heart to collapse!

He cannot retreat!

Behind him is Yao!

Behind him is the new world his master forged with his own life!

If he retreats, his master… would have died in vain!

"Kill!!!"

Sun Wukong's eyes glowed crimson; instead of retreating, he advanced, wielding the Golden Cudgel, transforming into a streak of black‑gold light,

actively confronting the Principle Sword that embodied the ultimate "Correct"!

He intends to smash the greatest Principle of the world with his irrational Golden Cudgel!

"Now—!!!"

The Golden Cudgel and the Principle Sword collided with fierce impact!

There was no earth‑shaking energy explosion, only a shrill, ear‑piercing screech that seemed capable of tearing the Original Spirit!

Sun Wukong only felt an irresistible, incomprehensible force emanating from the Golden Cudgel!

His invincible, single‑stroke‑through‑all‑laws "Force" Dao,

the moment it touched the Principle Sword, was forcibly "parsed" layer by layer!

"Your power composition: Chaotic Demon Ape Primordial Source + Pangu Bloodline + Obsession…"

"Parse power operation: unreasonable, violates energy conservation…"

"Parse attack intent: ineffective, based on erroneous emotion…"

The Pantheon Lord's cold voice resonated in Sun Wukong's mind.

Accompanying its parsing, the domineering black‑gold Dao Rhythm on the Golden Cudgel rapidly diminished and disintegrated!

The Golden Cudgel's might, before the opponent, was weakened like never before!

"Bang!"

Sun Wukong felt as if struck by lightning, his whole body forcefully pushed back ten thousand zhang!

The grip of the Golden Cudgel in his hand cracked from the shock, golden blood spilling uncontrollably!

What alarmed him even more was that atop his overwhelmingly unmatched Chaotic Demon Ape Divine Body,

were also beginning to manifest scattered data streams!

It seemed that this "person" of his was being forcibly "unloaded"!

"How could…"

Yao, far away, felt her heart suddenly rise to her throat!

That was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

That Sun Wukong, who killed Bone Lord with a single strike, slaughtered the Chaotic Demon God, and could even turn the Order Chains!

Could it be that even he cannot resist this ultimate Order?!

The Pantheon Lord stepped forward step by step, looking down from above at Sun Wukong, his voice still calm.

"Give up resistance."

"Your 'Unyielding', in the face of absolute 'Correct', is meaningless."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong slowly lifted his head.

He stuck out his tongue, licked the golden blood at the corner of his mouth, and on his face,

instead of any sign of defeat, he revealed an even crazier, more excited smile!

"Hehe... hehehe..."

"I, Old Sun, don't understand any nonsense principle!"

"I only know..."

His gaze suddenly became razor‑sharp!

"Anything that displeases me must be smashed to pieces!"

Before the words finished!

Sun Wukong's form suddenly changed!

He no longer tried to brute‑force the opponent's "Principle"!

Instead, with a flicker, he unleashed the divine art already merged into his marrow — the Seventy‑two Transformations!

But this time, he did not transform into birds, beasts, insects, fish, nor mountains, rocks, grasses, or trees!

He shifted instantly!

and became a sentence!

A sentence etched in the void, exuding chaos and contradiction!

【The sentence I speak is a lie!】

Immediately, before the Pantheon Lord could react!

He transformed again!

into another sentence, equally filled with unsolvable meaning!

【There are no absolute things in the world!】

Another transformation!

【What happens when a hammer that can never be lifted collides with a shield that can never be pierced?】

One after another, simple and brutal, yet on a logical level fundamentally unsolvable "paradox"!

It was forcibly turned into "existence" by Sun Wukong, this irrational monkey, using the Seventy‑two Transformations!

They are like individual mental bombs, individual logic viruses!

Within the Pantheon Lord's order-divine nation composed of absolute logic...

Boom—detonated!