Chapter 159: Ideological Conflict, the Great Dao Opposes!

That Silent Extinction aura was like a soundless plague.

Where it passed, there were no earth‑shattering explosions, no rending void thunderclaps—only termination.

Sun Wukong's raging Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm, the moment it touched that aura, seemed like blazing fire colliding with absolute vacuum.

The golden blaze dimmed in an instant.

That unstoppable will to shatter everything was brutally blunted.

Sun Wukong's form suddenly stalled.

He seemed to rush into a quagmire made of Death itself,

where forces of termination pulled and dragged him from all directions, seeking to drown him completely.

"All things return to one?"

In that Deathly Silence realm, Sun Wukong forced his stance steady, pulling a grim white grin.

His expression was filled with ultimate mockery.

"That sounds nice!"

"From my old Sun's view, it's just another form of annihilation!"

"You don't even grant them the right to turn to dust!"

"Instead, you aim to erase even the trace of their having existed!"

"Is this the mercy you speak of?!"

Sun Wukong's voice, like thunder exploding in the Deathly Silence night, brimmed with endless contempt for this ideology.

Silence gave no response to Sun Wukong's mockery.

Its body of pure darkness showed not even a ripple, replying in a voice devoid of any feeling:

"That is ultimate peace, eternal stillness."

"No love or hate."

"No parting."

"No suffering."

"Everything returns to the original starting point."

"That is the greatest salvation for all struggling souls."

He seemed to state an indisputable truth.

Beside him, Yao, shielded behind Sun Wukong, listened to the exchange,

and felt a chill surge from her soles straight to the heavens, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Madman!"

"You are a thorough—through-and-through madman!"

Yao, trembling, pointed at Silence.

"This is no salvation!"

"You intend to erase the meaning of all existence!"

"You want all stories to become a blank!"

"You aim to turn every life into a meaningless joke!"

Yao's Illusory Dream Path was built upon "meaning" and "story",

while Silence's doctrine fundamentally denied everything she represented.

Sun Wukong, hearing Yao, tightened his grip on the Golden Cudgel.

Yao voiced what he most wanted to say.

Indeed, meaning!

Even if painful, even if sorrowful, that is the meaning of having existed, and proof that old Sun lived!

Boom—!

Realizing this, Sun Wukong hesitated no more.

The temporarily suppressed Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm within him ignited like fire doused in boiling oil, blazing instantly!

The black‑golden divine radiance burst again through the Deathly Silence realm's shackles,

and the Silent Extinction Path constantly emanating from Silence formed the starkest confrontation.

One side was unruly, seeking to pierce this sky's frenzy.

The other embraced all, aiming to end this sky's silence.

Two diametrically opposed supreme Daos collided wildly within this chaotic World Embryo.

Silence finally fixed its deep gaze entirely on Sun Wukong, its emitted extreme chill intensifying.

"Variable."

"Chaos."

"Your Dao is the most discordant noise in this universe that should be heading toward termination."

Silence spoke slowly in a pronouncing tone.

"Your very existence is an error."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong not only didn't get angry but burst into wild laughter.

Hahahahaha!

"Well said!"

"That's fucking great!"

Sun Wukong pointed the Golden Cudgel at his own chest, his eyes blazing with arrogance that could scorch the eight realms.

I, Lao Sun, am the Variable!

I, Lao Sun, am Chaos!

I, Lao Sun, exist solely to shatter your damn rules!

I, Lao Sun, will on this dead‑stagnant board!

Flip your table!

Smash your board!

Turn your self‑righteous damn truth into a pile of shit!

Every word of Sun Wukong is like a red‑hot Iron Staff,

He thrust it mercilessly into this Deathly Silence world, causing the world that was about to be assimilated by Ji to tremble.

Ji's gaze finally showed a faint change.

He no longer looks at Sun Wukong, but looks past him, gazing at the Dao Seed behind him that is guarded by the power of End.

You don't understand.

Even the Dao Seed you guard is itself a traitor.

Ji's voice for the first time carried a hint of disappointment.

Void Seed was meant to be the prelude to Silent Extinction, the opening that clears everything.

But it birthed a will.

It chose rebirth, not termination.

It betrayed the ultimate truth of Nothing.

Therefore.

It does not deserve liberation.

It must be corrected.

It must be utterly eradicated!

You shut me up!!!

The moment the word "traitor" left Ji's mouth, Sun Wukong completely exploded!

A fury more terrifying than any before erupted thunderously from the deepest part of his Línghún!

My Master's Dao!

My Master's choice!

How could a wretched, neither man nor ghost like you dare speak such words!

The raging fury turned into tangible power.

The black‑gold Dao Rhythm on Sun Wukong's body, at this moment, began to evolve toward a deeper Chaos,

as if to pull this world into his endless anger.

Ji sensed Sun Wukong's change; his deep eyes grew solemn for the first time.

He slowly raised his both hands.

A supreme Dao as abyssal as the Abyss began to emanate from his body.

That Dao seemed to devour everything, devouring Sun Wukong's fury, his arrogance, and all his Unyielding!

"Stubborn Variable."

"Then let I personally wipe out this Error completely."

As the words fell, Ji and Sun Wukong, two ultimate forces representing Variable and Fixed Number,

two ultimate Daos representing rebirth and Silent Extinction, at this moment, without any flourish or concession, slammed into each other fiercely!

Boom—!!!

The entire World Embryo, under the clash of these two forces that should never appear together, emitted a strained lament.

The surrounding Element Sea instantly evaporated into a void.

The newly birthed Primordial Laws were easily torn and shattered like fragile spider webs.

Yao, under this terrifying clash of Daos, could not even stand,

only clung to the last clean ground that Sun Wukong opened with Dao Rhythm, eyes filled with horror.

This is no longer a contest of strength.

This is a war of Principle.

Whose Dao is harder, whose Principle is truer!

At that moment, a mutation suddenly arose!

The Void Seed that had always been guarded by the power of End,

under the insane impact of these two Daos, began to flash wildly.

Visible cracks of light began to silently spread across the black lock of End.

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