Chapter 247: Logic and Conscience, the Rift First Appears

That youthful voice carried a smile.

It was like a cat's paw scratching a rusted sheet of metal.

"Interesting."

"There are still 'void' seeds that survived."

"Came to my fishing grounds."

The words fell.

Sun Wukong did not move.

The fire on his face.

That overwhelming murderous intent.

Surprisingly, it sank away little by little.

It sank to the deepest part of his eyes.

Like the Deathly Silence of a volcanic mouth before eruption.

Yao's heart tightened.

She knows this monkey too well.

The quieter he is,

the more it means he is angry.

This kind of silence.

Is scarier than him stabbing a hole in Heaven.

"Monkey Brother..."

Yao called out softly.

Sun Wukong ignored her.

His gaze.

Was like two scorching branding irons.

Staring fixedly at the dark‑golden thread strung with corpses.

His sight followed the thread all the way.

Through the pitch‑black void.

Beyond the projection of the Purple Sky Palace.

Finally.

His gaze.

Suǒdìng on a uniquely peculiar world bubble deep within the Star Sea.

That world bubble was completely different from the surrounding wildly grown ones.

It did not emit light.

Like a black crystal.

Its surface flowed with a kind of energy Sun Wukong had never seen.

It was not celestial aura.

It was not demonic aura.

Nor was it any Dao Rhythm from his new Chaos Realm.

It was a… force composed purely of calculation and runes.

Cold.

Precise.

Full of logic.

Yet it lacked even a hint of "life" energy.

"That is…"

Yao's Illusory Dream Path also captured that world.

Her voice carried a hint of confusion.

"A… magical Universe?"

Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes had already pierced that world's shell.

He saw it.

In that world there were no mountains, rivers, or streams.

Only towering spires floated in the air.

Between towers, rainbow bridges shimmering with arcane light connected them.

Countless robed figures traversed between the towers.

They did not resemble cultivators.

More like a group of scholars.

And at the very center of these countless towers.

Stood the largest Mage Tower.

Its whole body was built from unknown white crystal.

Piercing straight into the world's heavens.

Atop the tower.

A massive energy crystal was slowly rotating.

That young voice, tinged with a smile.

It came from there.

Found it.

Sun Wukong's mouth curled into a faint sneer.

Finding the lair makes it easy.

His gaze reconcentrated.

Like an invisible blade.

It sliced straight through the wall of the highest Archmage Tower.

He saw the scene atop the tower.

It was a spacious circular hall.

The dome displayed a vast star map.

The floor was etched with intricate magical sigils.

In the center of the hall.

Beside a massive round table.

Sat a dozen or so powerful robed mages.

They are the supreme power center of this magical Universe.

A so‑called Arcane Council.

That young voice.

Did not come from any of them.

But from the hall's center, projected by a sphere of violet arcane energy.

A vague human silhouette.

Sun Wukong could not see his face clearly.

Yet he sensed a lofty, mocking tone.

Sun Wukong's gaze did not linger on that projection.

He looked away.

It fell upon the council's chief.

The Archmage seated at the head.

He was a very, very old human.

His beard was so white it could drag on the ground.

His face was covered with wrinkles that signified wisdom.

His eyes were deep blue.

Like two condensed patches of Star Sea.

But at this moment,

within this Star Sea,

there was no wisdom.

No tranquility.

Only struggle.

Endless struggle.

Like a drowning person.

His hand rested on the table.

His knuckles whitened from the pressure.

Blue veins bulged on the back of his hand.

It trembled slightly.

The violet projection was issuing a command.

The voice was low.

Yet it resonated clearly throughout the hall.

"The 'variable' in Experiment Star Domain No. 7 is proliferating beyond the preset threshold,"

"According to Article 3,172 of the Prime Codex,"

"It shall be purified,"

"Chief Archmage Ao Gu Si Te,"

"Execute it yourself,"

The order was concise.

Cold, devoid of any feeling.

The so‑called "purification."

Sun Wukong understood.

It meant erasing every living thing in that entire star domain.

Along with the world itself.

All wiped out!

Just like the stringed corpses he had just seen!

The chief Archmage named Ao Gu Si Te.

After hearing the command.

The body jolted sharply.

He lowered his head.

Sun Wukong could see cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

One drop.

Two drops.

Sliding down his deep wrinkles.

Landing on the smooth tabletop.

Emitting an extremely faint sound.

"Honorable... Honorable Overseer."

Ao Gu Si Te's voice was hoarse.

Dry and rough.

As if a handful of sand were stuck in his throat.

"Sector No. 7... only completed a 'selection' in the last cycle."

"The civilizations within are still in the budding stage."

"They... they don't even understand what 'Dao' is yet."

"What 'variable' is."

"Give them another cycle... perhaps..."

His words hadn't finished.

A light laugh sounded from the purple projection.

"Ao Gu Si Te."

"Are you questioning the logic of the Prime Codex?"

"Or are you questioning my judgment?"

"The Codex is absolute order."

"Our purpose is to uphold the absolute order of this Star Sea."

"Any 'variable' that could cause chaos."

"Must be completely eradicated in the budding stage."

"This is logic."

"It is also mercy."

"Letting them return to silence in ignorance is better than letting them suffer and struggle in chaos."

"Do you understand?"

Ao Gu Si Te lowered his head even further.

His lips quivered.

Yet he could not utter a single word.

Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes.

Saw the old Master's Línghún.

His Línghún was wailing.

Bleeding.

One scene after another flashed through his mind.

Those were the countless "purifications" he had carried out personally.

A primitive tribe that had just learned to use fire.

Because a child inadvertently drew a rune that did not belong to the Fixed Number.

The entire world was instantly vaporized by the descending arcane torrent.

A steam civilization that had reached its zenith.

Because a craftsman created a machine with "excessive" efficiency.

It was deemed a "runaway variable".

The entire star was directly broken down into fundamental particles on a physical level.

And countless worlds.

Countless Living Beings.

All because of the slightest possibilities that deviated from the "standard".

They were sentenced to death.

Those cold commands.

Those absolutely correct "logic".

Like knives tempered with poison.

Repeatedly tearing his Línghún.

He had devoted his life to arcane arts.

He had pursued truth all his life.

In the end.

Yet became the sharpest slaughter knife of this Star Sea.

In the hands of that lofty existence.

The most useful tool.

His conscience is interrogating him.

But the Primordial Codex implanted in his mind.

Is telling him.

All of this is correct.

It is necessary.

This kind of contradiction.

Is about to drive him mad.

"I…"

Ao Gu Si Te finally lifted his head.

His deep‑blue eyes were filled with Bloodshot.

He wanted to resist.

He wanted to question.

But when his gaze met that purple projection.

All his courage was like a punctured balloon.

It deflated cleanly in an instant.

He saw.

Deep within the projection.

A pair of eyes utterly indifferent.

The owner of those eyes.

Regarded them.

Regarded everything in this Star Sea.

As if looking at bacteria in a petri dish.

Whether dead or alive.

Is nothing more than a thought away.

Resist?

Do bacteria have the right to resist?

The flush on Ao Gu Si Te's face faded.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again.

All struggle vanished.

Only Deathly Silence remained.

"…Yes."

He squeezed a word from between his teeth.

"I… follow the logic of the Codex."

He trembled as he raised the staff in his hand.

The crystal at the staff's tip lit up.

Preparing to link the "Purification" formation.

At that moment.

Sun Wukong smiled.

He made no sound.

He merely sneered in his mind.

Logic?

Compassion?

Bullshit!

Isn't it just a bunch scared of "variables".

Afraid of "accidents".

Afraid that something could escape their control, coward!

Hongjun is like that.

This bullshit overseer that appeared from nowhere is the same!

All share the same virtue!

He was about to thrust a single rod through that cage‑like magical world.

Suddenly.

In the council hall.

The purple projection abruptly halted.

That young voice showed a fluctuation for the first time.

No longer mocking.

But a tone of extreme surprise with a hint… of greed.

"Hmm?"

The projection sharply turned.

It seemed to pierce through endless time and space.

It penetrated Sun Wukong's concealment.

He directly locked eyes with him.

"This aura……"

"Unyielding……struggle……the will to pierce through Heaven……"

"Ha ha……ha ha ha ha ha!"

The young voice suddenly burst into loud laughter.

The laughter was filled with wild joy.

"Perfect 'variable'!"

"Top-grade experimental material!"

"I've been looking for you for a long time!"

"Little monkey."

"Don't hide anymore."

That cluster of purple projection light blazed forth.

A cold and fervent will locked onto Sun Wukong and Yao.

"Come in."

"Let me take a look."

"Your logic and my logic."

"Which one……is actually the truth!"