Chapter 163: Watching and understanding, the illusory dream sprouts!

The rules are simple.

You and I each take a thread of the Great Dao's primordial source and plant it in the core of this world's embryo.

""Deathly Silence"" stretches out a finger made of pure darkness,

It lightly points to the side of the 【Void Seed】 emitting a soft golden glow.

That is the starting point of this world; our 'Dao' will take root and sprout there.

They will rely on this world's evolution to continually grow and strengthen, eventually giving birth to countless living beings.

His voice carried no inflection, as if stating an already written fact.

Some living beings will inherit your 'variable', born rebellious, with resistance etched into their bones, seeking infinite possibilities.

Others will inherit my 'constant', born yearning for ultimate tranquil rest, craving to embrace the end.

We need do nothing; we just quietly watch here.

Watching them fight, reproduce, flourish, and perish.

Watching them enact billions of different stories, or perhaps all heading toward the same ending.

Until one side's 'Dao' completely overwhelms the other, becoming this world's sole supreme truth.

By then, the gamble will have decided a winner.

Sun Wukong, after hearing this grand and nearly absurd gamble rule, hoisted his Golden Cudgel and fell unusually silent.

He did not immediately laugh, nor did he speak mockingly.

In his golden fire-eyes, for the first time there was no pure battle intent, but a strange light flickered.

After a moment, he finally cracked his mouth open, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

That smile was more unrestrained than any before.

It sounds like a boring play that would take millions of years to finish.

What's the point of watching a bunch of little bugs fighting each other?

But...

He shifted his tone, took the Golden Cudgel from his shoulder, and lightly tapped the tip in the void, stirring a visible ripple of black-gold.

The warlike golden flame in his eyes flared again, more intense than before.

I, Old Sun, love this kind of play that overturns the heavens!

Come on!

He let out a low growl, full of impatience.

Stop dawdling!

Start!

Having said that, with a thought he prepared to forcibly extract the purest thread of Dao Seed from his own 【Equal Heaven】 Great Dao primordial source.

Just then, Yao, protected nearby by Sun Wukong's Dao Rhythm, shuddered violently.

She only felt that the violent Element Sea before her eyes, all colors instantly twisted and stretched into a nauseating blob.

Immediately, a strong wave of dizziness, like an invisible giant wave, fiercely struck her mind.

Before her eyes went black, her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed face-first.

Huh?

Sun Wukong's motion paused; he did not turn back, merely glancing at Yao with the corner of his eye, his brow faintly furrowed.

What's wrong?

Yao weakly leaned against the nearby void, steadied her swaying form, and shook her head firmly.

Her face was already pallid, her lips even devoid of color.

It's fine, just... a bit weak.

Although she did not directly participate in that heaven‑shattering, earth‑destroying battle just now, merely as an observer,

each collision of the two supreme Daos was like an invisible hammer, heavily striking her Divine Soul.

Her 【Illusory Dream Dao】 had no foothold before those two extreme, pure forces.

It was like a fragile sheet of paper tossed into a furnace that burns all things and the extreme cold that freezes spacetime.

Being able to hold on until now, her Divine Soul not shattering on the spot, is already the limit.

Sun Wukong saw her weakness, his words tinged with impatience.

Step back.

He didn't even make an extra motion; he simply flicked a finger.

A black‑gold shield, more solid and heavy than before, instantly enveloped Yao, sealing her off from all external law‑storms.

Having done that, he no longer paid her any mind, refocusing all his attention on this grand gamble concerning the survival of the Dao.

Yao watched Sun Wukong's still arrogant and unrestrained back, then glanced at the distant "Deathly Silence" as deep and silent as an abyss, and bit her lip.

She exerted her last bit of heart‑mind, silently retreating to a farther position.

She sat cross‑legged, straining to circulate her Dao Rhythm, attempting to mend the cracks in her Divine Soul,

while watching the still raging, surging Element Sea before her, her brows locked tight.

Flames and ice devoured each other; light and darkness tore at each other.

Here everything is filled with destruction and opposition, with no room for harmony.

A thought slowly struggled to surface in her chaotic mind.

Why is this soon‑to‑be‑born new world so violent, so chaotic?

It's as if… something is missing.

Yes, something is missing!

Yao's eyes flew open, and Yao's pupils reflected that Chaos Realm scene.

Sun Wukong's Equal Heaven Great Dao is 'change', is infinite possibility, is the Unyielding struggle.

The Silent Extinction Great Dao of 'Still' is 'stillness', is the sole ending, is the peaceful rest of all things' termination.

These two Daos are both extremes, two completely opposite extremes.

They are like the two ends of a string, pulled to the brink of snapping, yet nothing lies between.

They are all trying to use their own Principle to give Definition to this newly born world,

But they lack Harmony to harmonize these two extremes.

A Balance, a transition, a hint of Color between black and white.

Yao instinctively looked at Yao's own hands.

Yao's Illusory Dream Great Dao, isn't it exactly this kind of power?

Illusory Dream is false, yet it can reflect the truest desire.

Illusory Dream is fragile, yet it can create the most wonderful possibilities.

It connects the false and the real, exists between being and non-being, is that uncertain Color that embodies Harmony among all contradictions.

A hitherto unheard-of bold idea, like a prairie-fire spark, madly sprouted in Yao's heart.

Yao gazed at that violent elemental turbulence, Yao's eyes shifting from bewilderment to utter firmness.

This might not just be their two-person Gamble.

This is also an opportunity for oneself.

Thinking this, Yao no longer hesitated.

Yao closed Yao's eyes, exerted all Yao's strength, and began carefully gathering Yao's seven-colored mist-like Illusory Dream Dao Rhythm,

condensing it into a thread as fine as a spider's silk, slowly seeping toward the elemental turbulence beyond the shield.

Hiss—!

The moment the Dao Rhythm touched the elemental turbulence, a violently extreme tearing force struck back fiercely!

Yao let out a muffled groan, and Yao's body shuddered violently.

Yao's Divine Soul felt as if countless red-hot sharp blades were fiercely scraping back and forth,

Such pain, originating from existence itself, almost made Yao faint.

But Yao did not retreat.

Yao clenched Yao's teeth, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of Yao's mouth, yet Yao seemed unaware.

Flickering remnants of the old world raced through Yao's mind.

Those Living Beings with regrets, those wishes that found fulfillment only in Yao's Illusory Dream……

Since Dream can make up for the heart's shortcomings,

Why then cannot it be used to make up for this world's shortcomings?

Once this thought takes root, it can no longer be restrained, becoming Yao's sole obsession at this moment.

This might be the only way Yao can intervene in this supreme game.

It is also the only chance to keep Yao's own Dao from being completely crushed by those two monsters!