Chapter 169: Ideals Declare War, the World's Choice!

An undead being condensed from countless soil and withered bones.

Its hollow eye sockets.

Toward the Silent Extinction Dao Seed.

It knelt down.

On Silent Extinction's face.

A faint, barely perceptible curve appeared.

He looked at Sun Wukong.

His tone was calm.

"Look."

"This is the primal desire."

"Return is the instinct of all things."

"No need to struggle."

Sun Wukong let out a cold snort.

"Instinct?"

He shouldered the Golden Cudgel.

He strode toward the other side of the world.

Each step landed.

The ground beneath his feet.

All seemed to be under an invisible force.

Reshaping.

"An Lao Sun's instinct."

"Is to break all instincts."

"No instinct can define An Lao Sun."

Yao followed behind Sun Wukong.

She watched the kneeling undead.

A hint of worry in her eyes.

"His words."

"Does it make sense?"

"That kind of peace."

"Is it really that tempting?"

Sun Wukong abruptly halted his steps.

He looked at Yao.

His gaze held contempt.

"What Principle?"

"It's just about 'giving up'."

"Sounds grandiose."

"Little girl."

"Don't be fooled by him."

"The greatest temptation in this world."

"Is to make you do nothing."

He stopped at the summit of a towering peak.

This peak.

Was composed of primordial rocks.

Still bore the ruggedness of the Chaos Realm's dawn.

Sun Wukong raised the Golden Cudgel.

He slammed it heavily onto the ground.

Boom!

The whole world

shivered in response.

"The Way of Silent Extinction."

"It is merely extinguishing the flame."

"Letting everything return to void."

Sun Wukong's voice.

Like a flash of thunder.

Echoing between Heaven and Earth.

"An Lao Sun's Way."

"Is to let the flame."

"Burn brighter!"

"To make every spark."

"Burn out its own color!"

The sound of silence.

It came from the shadows of the world.

"Arrogance."

"The raging fire will eventually be extinguished."

"After prosperity."

"Only ashes remain."

"The end of everything."

"It has long been destined."

His Dao Rhythm.

Cold and profound.

Like an endless Abyss.

It spreads through the bottom layer of the world.

Waiting.

Devouring everything.

The Dao of Silence.

Like an intangible tide.

Slowly and firmly.

Washing over every elemental spirit.

He lets them feel.

That sense of merging.

The temptation to return to the origin.

"No self."

"Then there are no worries."

"No struggle."

"Then there is no pain."

"Return to the Primordial Source."

"That is eternal peace."

Those that have just been born.

Fire spirits.

Their light.

Begin to grow dim.

No longer are they flickering flames.

But gradually.

Melt into the Primordial Source energy.

They feel.

A supreme tranquility.

Just like.

Return to the mother's womb.

No light.

No sound.

Only emptiness.

Those water spirits.

They no longer rush.

But little by little.

Seep into the depths underground.

and the world's context.

Merge into one.

They have given up flow.

They have chosen a way.

Eternal stillness.

Their form.

Begin to become transparent.

About to dissipate.

The temptation of silence.

It is so gentle.

So natural.

Like a whisper by the ear.

Like a breeze that brushes past.

Makes people, without realizing it.

Then they become immersed in it.

Even an illusion arose.

This is not destruction.

But it is redemption.

Sun Wukong saw this scene.

The corner of his mouth curled into an arc.

"Ha!"

He let out a sound.

A heaven-shaking great laugh.

"Ridiculous."

"I, old Sun, won't!"

"This world."

"It's just meant to be messed with!"

His Dao.

Like a huge war drum.

Resounding with a boom.

Awakening.

Every sleeping will.

Arousing.

The most primal resistance.

His will.

Directly imprinted into.

The deep primordial source of living beings.

"Burn."

"For oneself."

"Not to extinguish!"

"Go create!"

"Go feel!"

"Go experience!"

He wants living beings to understand.

Life.

It is the burning one chooses for oneself.

Not a destiny arranged for one.

Is the legend written by oneself.

Not defined by others.

The violent thunder element.

They originally were just.

Wandering aimlessly.

Now.

They are under Sun Wukong's Dao Rhythm.

They sensed a kind of.

An unprecedented impulse.

That is a kind of.

The yearning to break free from bonds.

They began.

Condensing in the air.

Emitting waves of hissing.

They are no longer.

Ordinary lightning.

They long to incarnate as.

Lightning dragons that tear apart heaven and earth.

Earth spirits.

They are no longer heavy.

But they felt.

An upward-growing force.

They longed.

To break through the surface's bonds.

To grow into towering trees.

Their forms.

Began to become solid.

Longed to take root.

Desire to grow.

Sun Wukong's Great Dao.

Like a torch.

Ignited the living beings.

The deepest part of the heart.

Freedom and variables.

He wants them.

Unyielding.

Not arranged.

Not defined.

Want them.

Emit their own voice.

Create their own destiny.

Yao silently watched.

She knew.

It was time to act.

Her 【Illusory Dream Great Dao】.

Not suppression.

Not choice.

But to let choice.

Become real.

Become visible.

She wants living beings.

Make a choice while lucid.

Her Dao Rhythm.

Spread gently.

Like a layer of transparent mist.

Enveloping the entire world.

Under her influence.

Those elemental spirits.

Their consciousness.

Become clearer.

They can 'see'.

The tranquility brought by Silent Extinction.

Can also 'see'.

The arrogance brought by Equal Heaven.

Two future visions.

Clearly appearing in their consciousness.

They began.

Between the two.

Wavering back and forth.

One part longs for peace.

Another part.

Wants to break the prison.

Violent power.

And the temptation of Deathly Silence.

In this newborn world.

Pulling at each other.

Competing for the living beings' 'recognition'.

This is a.

Contest of will.

The future of this world.

No longer a single direction.

It is full of variables.

Full of the unknown.

Like a huge canvas.

Waiting for the living beings.

To depict themselves.

To choose.

Sun Wukong watched those.

Hesitant spirit.

In the gaze.

Shimmering with fervor.

"The fun of the gamble."

"It lies here."

"A life without choice."

"Better to return to nothingness."

He believes.

The final choice.

Will be freedom.

Will be resistance.

The sound of Silence.

Still calm.

"The final destination."

"Also the final liberation."

"Struggle."

"Just futile."

"You cannot change the ending."

The world fell silent.

Under the tug of the two supreme Daos.

The heart of every living being.

Are undergoing.

The most difficult choice.

Gamble.

Formally entering.

Stage of living beings' choice.

No one speaks anymore.

Only the intangible Dao power.

Colliding.

Permeating.

Influencing.

This will be a long.

Silent war.

Until ten thousand years later.

Answer.

Will then be revealed.

And at this moment.

Those earliest born.

Elemental spirits.

They, drawn to the tranquility of Silent Extinction.

Gradually lost their form.

Turned into strands.

The purest Primordial Source.

Silently.

Dissipated between heaven and earth.

This is the early victory of Silence.