Chapter 119: Injecting Emotion, the Collapse of Logic!

"Boom!"

This roar was not a command.

It was the order to open the gate!

The tip of the Golden Cudgel touched the Pantheon Lord's core, flashing with countless codes.

There was no expected earth-shattering explosion.

There was no material-level destruction.

But it was a silent flood!

A flood so vast it could not be calculated by data nor understood by logic,

Following the Golden Cudgel, it ferociously, barbarically, without any reason, forcibly poured into the Pantheon Lord's core processor!

That was not energy.

That was not a law.

That was……emotion!

It was all the emotions of Sun Wukong's life!

【Data stream injection……type: unknown……beginning analysis……】

The Pantheon Lord's core instinctively began to operate.

However, the first incoming data caused his omnipotent logic to momentarily stall.

It was the sunlight of Mount Huaguo, carrying the fragrance of ripe peaches.

It was the cool mist of the Water Curtain Cave, splashing on the face, mixed with the dampness of moss.

It was the carefree laughter of the monkey children, echoing through the valley.

It was lying on a thick tree branch, chewing a blade of dogtail grass, watching the clouds drift across the sky, the utmost ease and laziness.

【Analysis……failed……this data is meaningless……classified as……happiness?】

Immediately after, came the second flood!

That was darkness!

It was the darkness beneath the Five Elements Mountain, a full five hundred years of darkness!

It was being able to see only a confined sky when looking up, day after day, year after year.

It was hearing only wind, rain, and snow, an eternal loneliness!

It was being unable to even stretch, forced to swallow molten copper and iron, a deep bone‑weariness and anger!

【Error! Contradictory data detected! Conflicts with previous data 'happiness' logic! Defined as……loneliness? anger?】

The third flood, even more chaotic!

That was the confusion and anxiety on the Xi Xing Lu.

It was the excruciating pain each time the Golden Cudgel tightened on his head, as if it would crush his skull.

It was the fleeting emptiness after killing one monster after another, watching them turn to ashes.

It was the brief smile, unnoticed even by himself, when he occasionally saw Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing quarreling over a piece of dry rations.

It was the irritation and……that heavy sense of responsibility that arose when protecting that utterly weak, yet extremely talkative mortal master.

【Warning! Warning! Data types extremely chaotic! Love, hate, resentment, anger, killing intent, protection……multiple contradictory logics coexisting! System overload!】

Finally!

A pure, ultimate flood, so heavy it made the entire data pantheon tremble, burst through!

That was the image of the Bodhi Patriarch dissipating!

It was the relief in those words 'Disciple, you have succeeded,' and the reluctance in his eyes.

It was watching helplessly as the one he loved most turned into points of light, an overwhelming grief!

It was a heart‑rending sob, yet not a single tear could flow!

It was wishing to smash heaven and earth to pieces, so everything would be buried with him, an endless sorrow!

【!!!】

【Fatal error!!!】

【Detected an incomprehensible, unquantifiable, undeletable……super variable!】

"Er……"

The Pantheon Lord's massive body, made of pure light and shadow, for the first time emitted a biological‑like stuttered groan, not a calculation.

His body twisted, flickered, elongated, and compressed madly!

The light and runes composing his body were like virus‑infected code, jumping wildly and chaotically.

Just like a computer injected with hundreds of millions of viruses, its screen showed only static and snow!

"Why……why……what……"

A fragmented voice, full of confusion and incomprehension, emanated from his core.

"Why……what……would……'pain'?"

He had never understood this word.

This is a concept that exists only as a noun in his logic library, no different from 'stone' or 'tree'.

But now, he felt it!

A feeling as if his very existence were being torn apart from within, with nowhere to escape!

Yao in the distance stared, dumbfounded.

On her beautiful face was written astonishment and disbelief.

She covered her mouth, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She muttered to herself, her voice trembling.

He... he took 'feelings' and made them into a weapon...

Just like that... directly... poured it in...

This isn't battle, this is... pollution! It's the ultimate desecration of the 'Dao'!

This... this is simply... a madman!

A complete madman!

Using the most emotional thing to attack the most rational existence!

Such a thing—no living being would dare to do it, or even think of it!

And as the Pantheon Lord underwent an aberration, the entire Order Divine Kingdom also completely lost control!

The sky, without warning, poured down a torrential blood rain!

Each drop of rain carried the sorrow Sun Wukong felt when he lost his Master!

The earth suddenly ignited with heaven‑burning flames!

Each flame scorched with the resentment Sun Wukong felt when he was crushed under Wǔxíng Shān!

The wind wailed, like countless vengeful spirits howling.

Space moaned, twisting into countless faces of agony.

This 'perfect' world, forged from absolute order, was actually responding to Sun Wukong's emotions!

It was weeping!

It was raging!

Ahhh——!

The Pantheon Lord clutched his head, a meaningless gesture for an energy‑based lifeform like him.

On that face, composed of light and shadow and originally lacking any features, a pained expression appeared for the first time!

【Activate purge procedure! Delete junk data!】

He tried to delete the roots that caused his 'pain', to restore his pure logic.

【Delete command…… failed!】

【This data is bound to the core logic 'I'!】

【Deleting 'joy' will make the 'existence' logic incomplete!】

【Deleting 'anger' will cause the 'drive' logic to be missing!】

【Deleting 'sorrow' will cause the 'cognition' logic to collapse!】

【Warning! Deleting this data is equivalent to…… deleting the self!】

The Pantheon Lord plunged completely into despair!

He realized he was no longer himself!

The feelings he regarded as 'trash' had become like the most stubborn vines,

and tightly entwined with the roots of his 'great tree'!

To sever them would mean his own death!

Sun Wukong stood before him, watching his painful struggle, his blood‑red eyes devoid of a trace of pity.

He spoke each word slowly, each one like a heavy hammer smashing deep into the Pantheon Lord's soul.

You are not a god!

You are merely a heartless monster!

A pitiful creature who doesn't even know what he is!

Today, this old monkey, I'll give you a heart!

The words fell!

Sun Wukong gathered in his heart the deepest, most intense longing for his Master, the irremediable regret.

All condensed!

Compressed!

Condensed into an invisible, intangible needle—sharper and more vicious than any divine weapon in the world...

He drove it ruthlessly into the Pantheon Lord's pained, twisted core!

You, too, come taste it!

The flavor of losing what matters most!!!