Chapter 121: No Reason, That's the Logic of the New World!

In the moment just before total collapse.

At the instant when all existence is about to turn into void.

The Pantheon Lord made his final decision.

There was no hysterical counterattack.

There was no madness of perishing together with Sun Wukong.

He even gave up, as a "program", the most instinctive self‑repair.

He simply watched Sun Wukong quietly.

Or rather, through Sun Wukong, he saw this that he had forged with his own hands,

and also liberated by his own hand, the brand‑new Multiverse.

He exhausted his last bit of computational power to turn what he had just "comprehended",

that brand‑new truth bearing "pain", into a command—and the final command.

A command that will be inscribed into the foundation of the new world.

"'Variable'…"

His voice remained halting, yet it gained an unprecedented, sage‑like calm and clarity.

"It is part of 'order'."

"Cannot… be eradicated."

"Can only… coexist."

When this command was issued, the Divine Realm on the brink of collapse shuddered violently!

Sun Wukong's blood‑red eyes suddenly contracted!

He understood!

He understood what Tie Gedá was about to do!

The Pantheon Lord's body of light and shadow began its final disintegration.

But that was not a fading into the formless.

Instead it transformed into countless paths, the most primordial, most pure order laws!

Those golden laws were no longer cold, no longer overbearing, but carried a hint,

of the just‑born "temperature", actively merging into this just‑born,

infinitely possible Multiverse, every inch of space, every corner!

He used his own "death" to correct the "Error" he had committed.

He was for this, which became infinitely possible because of "Freedom",

but also a new world filled with "chaos", applying the final—and most crucial—Patch!

From now on, order will no longer be a shackles that dominate all things.

Instead it will be the most basic baseline that maintains the Universe's operation.

It will coexist symbiotically with the "Variable"!

Sun Wukong watched the scene, feeling a momentary daze.

He recalled Master.

He remembered the image of Master transforming into "Void", laying the "termination" and "starting point" for this new world.

But he and Master were ultimately different.

Master acted to "pioneer", to bring "existence" out of "nothingness".

And the Supreme Prison Warden of this bygone era was there to "correct".

He sought to personally correct his own greatest "Error".

The Golden Cudgel was slowly raised by him.

On the staff, black‑gold flames ignited, representing the Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm.

He watched the light and shadow about to vanish completely, his heart surging with murderous intent.

He wanted to give this bygone era's Supreme Prison Warden a final "resolution".

A resolution belonging to the victor.

Yet the raised Golden Cudgel, in the end, was slowly lowered.

Watching that consciousness, about to vanish completely within a "liberation" smile.

Sun Wukong curled his lip.

He, after all, is not Bodhi.

He cannot learn from Master that magnanimity that brings peace to all ages.

He is merely a rebellious monkey that sprang from a stone!

He has his own code of conduct.

And also his own declaration as the victor!

He hoisted the Golden Cudgel, grinned at the consciousness about to fade, flashing a set of stark white teeth.

"Hey! Tie Gedá!"

"Listen to old Sun, you!"

"I don't understand what you say, and I don't want to!"

"I only tell you one thing!"

Sun Wukong slammed the Golden Cudgel heavily onto the ground.

The entire Divine Realm, about to merge into the new Universe, shuddered violently!

He used the most arrogant, most domineering, most irrational stance, and roared his own final definition of this new world!

"Remember!"

"In this new world!"

"My 'Irrational'!"

"That is the greatest Principle!"

Boom——!!!

This boundlessly wild, supremely tyrannical declaration turned into a

more domineering and more primal black‑gold final seal than the Pantheon Lord's Order Law!

It is like a nail!

It fiercely branded onto the foundation of this new Universe!

Side by side with Void and Order!

It became the third supreme axiom of this Multiverse, the highest, most unshakable one!

When this seal is fully imprinted.

The Pantheon Lord's final fragment of consciousness, with a hint of "so that's how it is" understanding, completely dissipated.

The old god, curtain falls!

A brand‑new era belonging to "Sun Wukong".

At this moment, accompanied by his "Irrational" Principle, it officially began!

**Chapter 123: The Bell of the New Era Resounds Through the Three Realms! **

With the Pantheon Lord's complete dissolution, the entire Order Divine Kingdom also fulfilled its final mission.

All lights and shadows, all data, turned into nutrients and fully merged into the newborn Multiverse.

Sun Wukong and Yao returned to that familiar, icy Deathly Silence Chaos Realm.

Only, the Chaos Realm now seems a bit different.

It is no longer that unchanging Deathly Silence.

In the air, there is an added lively presence called "possibility".

"End… ended?"

Yao looked at everything happening before her eyes and still felt as if she were dreaming.

That was the Pantheon Lord!

It was the ultimate "God" that had imprisoned countless eras, even Pangu and her Master could not resist!

Just like that…

Was … "spoken" to death by this monkey in a way she could not at all understand?

Sun Wukong did not answer her.

He simply stood quietly, feeling the unprecedented, surging power within his body.

Becoming one of the three supreme axioms of the new Universe brought benefits beyond imagination.

He felt that a single thought now could reverse time.

A single thought could resurrect the dead.

A single thought could…

Sun Wukong's heart suddenly leapt!

He thought of his Master!

He is no longer the one who could only watch his Master dissolve helplessly!

He is now Equal Heaven!

He is the greatest Principle of this new world!

"Master!"

Sun Wukong's eyes burst with incomparable brilliance, and without thinking,

He was about to wield his supreme authority to reverse time and pull the one he most revered back from the Void!

However, his thought had just arisen.

A gentle yet irresistible force came from the foundation of the Universe, lightly pressing him.

It is Void.

It is the Dao left by Bodhi Patriarch, belonging to "End" and "Beginning".

A familiar yet slightly ethereal voice rang directly in his sea of consciousness.

"Wukong."

"No need to do so."

Sun Wukong trembled all over!

"Master?!"

"It is Master."

The voice carried a smile.

"You did well, even better than Master imagined."

"Then why don't you return!" Sun Wukong shouted anxiously, "I, Old Sun, now have the power! I can…"

"I know," Bodhi's voice interrupted him, "but every 'Dao' has its purpose."

"Master's 'Dao' is the 'beginning and end' of all things. I came from 'nothing', and naturally return to 'nothing'."

"This is my fulfillment, also an indispensable part of this new Universe."

"If you forcibly pull me back, it would be tantamount to negating the existence of 'the End',"

"this world would fall into an eternal stagnation of only 'Birth' and no 'Death', which is no different from the order of the Pantheon Lord's divine kingdom, right?"

Sun Wukong fell silent.

He understood.

Master, it's not that we cannot return.

It's that we do not wish to return.

He chose, in another way, to forever guard this world that he and his disciple had created with their own hands.

"But…" Sun Wukong's voice was tinged with a few sobs, "Old Sun… I miss you."

"Hahaha……"

Bodhi Patriarch's laughter rang in his sea of consciousness, full of comfort and ease.

"Silly disciple."

"Master, am I not right here beside you?"

The words fell.

Sun Wukong felt a gentle breeze lightly brush his cheek.

He reached out, as if he could grasp a warm streak in the void.

He lifted his head, as if he could see, among the countless stars, a pair of eyes smiling at him.

Master, omnipresent.

He became wind, became light, became every breath of this Universe, every heartbeat.

The obsession in Sun Wukong's heart, at this moment, slowly let go.

In its place came an unprecedented, boundless heroism!

He spread his mouth and laughed.

A laugh that was extraordinarily brilliant.

"Good!"

"Then Master, watch closely!"

"Watch Old Sun, how I'll turn this world upside down!"

He suddenly turned, his eyes like lightning, piercing the endless Chaos Realm,

gazing toward that place he once knew, yet now utterly unfamiliar.

Primeval Three Realms!

The place where he was born.

The place filled with his countless grudges and loves!

"Rulai!"

"Jade Emperor!"

"And you, all the gods and Buddhas across the heavens!"

Sun Wukong's voice was not loud.

Yet it instantly spread to every corner of the newborn Universe!

"Old Sun!"

"I'm back!!!"

Boom!!!

Primeval Three Realms, Heavenly Court, atop the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

The Jade Emperor, who was drinking with the myriad immortals, shook his wine cup violently, spilling the jade nectar everywhere.

He looked up, his face full of terror, staring beyond the Thirty-three Heavens!

Western Heaven, Da Lei Yin Si.

Rulai Buddha, seated high upon the Liántái, his majestic visage showed, for the first time, a slight crack.

His finger that held a flower trembled slightly.

He sensed it.

That aura, which made him sleepless, that compelled him to lay a millennia‑spanning killing scheme, now had to be utterly eradicated—a defiant, untamable presence!

That monkey!

He has returned!

And he returned in a terrifying manner that even this Buddha felt his heart race with dread!

The bell of the New Era rang at this moment, for a single person!

The entire Three Realms will tremble completely because of his return!