Chapter 167: A Newborn World, New Rules!

Yao's breakthrough brought changes that are earth‑shattering.

This Element Sea, which originally held only fury and conflict, has completely changed its appearance.

The sky is azure, the earth is weighty, mountains stretch endlessly, and rivers surge.

In the air, the raging law turbulence is gone, replaced by a breeze scented with faint hints of fresh grass.

Here, the pulse of life exists.

Though everything remains primitive and tender, it heralds limitless possibilities.

Sun Wukong takes a deep breath, feeling the world's familiar warmth.

His Way of the Equal Heaven stands for Unyielding, for change, for infinite possibilities.

And this world born of "Error" and "Variable" is practically soil tailor‑made for his Path.

Here, he feels his power resonating like never before, as if the entire world cheers for him.

On the other side, Ji quietly hovers in midair.

He looks at Yao before him, looking at this world brimming with vitality,

his Silent Extinction Path, which can cause all things to wither,

at this moment, has surprisingly lost its former lofty oppressive aura.

It is not that his power has weakened.

Rather, this world has become more "soft" and more "complex".

His Silence Extinction Power is like a hard stone, easily shattering fragile porcelain.

Yet when faced with soft yet resilient cotton, it seems helpless.

This world, birthed under Yao's Illusory Dream Path, is that very cotton.

It resolves Ji's sharpness in an almost rogue manner.

Yao watches the silent Ji, with no trace of fear in her eyes.

She lifts her slender jade hand, her pale palm facing upward.

A thought flashes.

A speck of emerald seed materializes in her palm, sprouting swiftly,

growing, and finally blooming into an exquisitely vibrant seven‑colored flower.

The flower emits a refreshing fragrance; it is not an illusion but a truly real existence.

A faint smile appears at Yao's mouth corner.

【8】 She gently closes her five fingers, and the flower transforms into the purest life energy,

She gently brings her five fingers together, and that flower instantly transforms into the purest life energy,

merging back into the void, returning to the World Primordial Power.

Creation and annihilation.

Occur within a single thought of hers.

Moreover, this is no longer a mirage, but absolute control over real matter!

Sun Wukong watches this scene, his gaze turning somewhat complex.

He understands.

Yao's Dao brings a brand‑new, utterly unpredictable Variable to this originally black‑or‑white Gamble.

She stands neither on her own side nor on Ji's side.

What she represents is the newborn world itself.

It is "Existence" and "Harmony".

Ji's gaze shifts from Yao, returning to the tree floating at the world's very center,

onto the Void Seed wrapped in golden light.

He knows the situation has completely changed.

Eradicating this world with violence is now impossible.

Sun Wukong's Way of the Equal Heaven aligns perfectly with this world,

especially with Yao, who has entered the supreme realm and can wield the World Primordial Power.

Even if he wins, the final outcome would only be mutual ruin, possibly even affecting that Void Seed.

This is not the result he desires.

He remains silent for a long while.

Ji's form slowly drifts down, standing upon the black earth.

He looks at Sun Wukong and at Yao, his cold voice sounding again.

"Gamble, continue."

Sun Wukong raises an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Oh?"

"How else do you wish to gamble?"

Ji slowly lifts his hand, pointing to the vast, boundless newborn world beneath his feet.

"Previously, you and I used the Dao as a benchmark, intending to define this world's ultimate trajectory."

"Now, a new player has appeared on the board."

His gaze turns to Yao.

"Your Dao is 'Creation' and 'Harmony'."

Ji's voice shows no inflection, as if stating a fact.

Then, he looks back at Sun Wukong.

Your Dao is 'change' and 'struggle'.

Finally, he pointed to himself.

And my Dao is 'ending' and 'unity'.

Creation, change, ending.

This is the entire process of a world's reincarnation.

Ji's voice, for the first time, carried a hint of inexplicable meaning.

It seems the choice of this 'traitor' Dao Seed is not without reason.

Sun Wukong grew a little impatient listening.

Don't talk about these useless things.

Just say it, how do we gamble!

Ji nodded.

It's very simple.

We three will no longer use force to interfere with this world's evolution.

We will turn our own Great Dao truths into three 'seeds' and cast them into the world's cycle of Living Beings.

Let the world's Living Beings choose for themselves.

Let them decide whether the world's future heads toward eternal creation and prosperity.

Or whether it drifts in endless change and struggle.

Or whether, after experiencing everything, it ultimately embraces tranquil ending.

After ten thousand years, we will decide victory or defeat based on the final Dao manifestation of this world.

Ji's gaze swept over Sun Wukong and Yao.

This time, the loser will no longer submit.

But rather...

They will completely merge their own Dao Primordial Source into the victor's Dao, becoming part of it.

Never to rise again!

As soon as this wager was made, even Sun Wukong's breath halted for a moment.

This is no longer a bet on winning or losing.

This is a bet on the survival of the Dao!

Merging one's own Dao into another's Dao means that all one's past adherence,

All one's concepts will be thoroughly negated, reduced to nourishment for another.

This is ten thousand times more cruel than killing them!

Yao's expression also grew solemn.

She never expected Ji to propose such a mad wager.

This is no longer a game, but a contest that decides the three Supreme Existences,

and even the final fate of a newborn world…… choice.

Sun Wukong fell silent.

He looked at Ji, this madman who seeks only the ending of all things.

He also looked at Yao, the maiden representing new life and hope.

Finally, he lowered his head to look at his tightly clenched fist.

Make him give up struggle?

Make him admit defeat?

That would be more painful than killing him!

After a long while.

Sun Wukong suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bursting with towering fighting spirit and arrogance!

Good!

Old Sun…… accepted!

Ten thousand years, right?

He grinned, smiling with utter confidence.

Old Sun just wants to see whether your damn 'Fixed Number' will laugh last, or this girl's 'Harmony' will shine over the earth!

Or perhaps...

He slammed the Golden Cudgel heavily onto the ground, making the newborn world tremble.

It is Old Sun's staff that can pierce this Heaven and make an even bigger hole!