Chapter 253: Humanized Master, Dao Heart Transcendence

Final Cleanup Agreement.

These six characters were like six icebergs, crashing straight into Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness.

No killing intent, no oppressive pressure.

Only a certain program activation, that intolerable, utterly cold logic.

But Sun Wukong smiled.

He grinned, shouldering the Golden Cudgel that was humming as well, his gaze now devoid of any trace of confusion.

His eyes even passed beyond the numb giant eyes before him, looking deeper, looking at the solitary stone tablet.

"Defeated here, yet No Regret."

These six characters, at this moment in his heart, were no longer sorrowful, no longer resentful.

Instead, a scorching heat that set his entire blood ablaze.

Master.

At this moment, the image of the Bodhi Patriarch—high above, scheming the Three Realms, arranging eternity—completely collapsed in Sun Wukong's mind.

In its place stood a figure crystal clear, even a bit disheveled.

He seemed to see his Master, time after time, like the most stubborn craftsman,

cradling the "work" he had poured his heart and blood into, before this cold "reviewer".

"Look, how is this world?"

"Rejected."

"Then... this one? This one must work!"

"Rejected."

"Try this one..."

"Rejected!"

Hope offered again and again, only to be mercilessly shattered each time.

Sun Wukong could even imagine his Master, after the final rejection, standing in this junkyard,

looking at the ground littered with "heart‑blood wreckage," what expression would be on his face.

Is it anger?

Is it despair?

Perhaps both.

But more likely an incomprehensible, bottomless loneliness.

The "variables" he cherished, the "life" he loved, in the eyes of that supreme "Order",

were merely a heap of "Error" needing correction, "redundant code" to be cleared.

In this world, there is no more fucked‑up Principle than this.

Master, no longer a deity.

He is merely a guide, walking alone on another path.

A solitary pioneer who, to prove that "living" itself is meaning, constantly tries, falls repeatedly, and "fails" each time.

He is not using me, old Sun.

He, after reaching the ends of countless roads, chose the final one, the most unreasonable, the most incomprehensible.

That is, old Sun himself!

This realization, like a thunderbolt piercing the Chaos Realm, completely split the last lingering gloom in Sun Wukong's Dao Heart.

Transparent!

Unprecedented transparency!

He felt the distance between himself and Master had never been so close.

So close that he could feel Master's wrist trembling as he carved that stone tablet.

So close that he could grasp the resolute determination Master had when handing over this "Final Answer Sheet".

"Master."

Sun Wukong murmured softly, his voice tinged with a sob he himself had not noticed.

"Your Dao, I... have set my path!"

Boom!

The moment his words fell, the entire "Junk Case Processing Site" shuddered violently!

The Zeroers' "Final Cleanup Agreement" officially activated!

Sun Wukong saw the Universe Debris that had floated silently for billions of years, those aborted world prototypes, all suddenly move at this moment!

They seemed guided by an invisible giant hand, moving toward a single focal point,

that is, Sun Wukong's position, slowly yet inexorably pressing in!

That is not an attack.

It is a kind of "recycling"!

It intends to compress and crush all the "trash" in this junkyard, including the newly arrived "trash" Sun Wukong, returning them to the primordial "nothingness"!

"Intruder, your struggle is meaningless."

The Zeroers' thought resonated again, still in that bureaucratic, indifferent tone.

"'Order' permits no flaws."

"'Existence' requires a unified standard."

"You and the philosophy of that failure behind you have, from the start, been a fundamental logical Error that must be eliminated."

Failed one?

Sun Wukong heard these words; not only did he not get angry, he laughed even more happily.

He lightly tapped the stone tablet beneath him with the Golden Cudgel, producing a clear sound.

Old thing, do you fucking see clearly!

This is called 'No Regret'!

My Master has never felt like a failure!

He suddenly raised his head; in his Fiery Golden Eyes, golden flames like two suns burst forth with endless light and heat!

Quite the opposite!

I, Old Sun, think the biggest failures are you lot who don't even know what it feels like to be alive—cold stone lumps!

You don't know jack shit about the 'Dao'!

Sun Wukong let out a wild roar, facing the pressure coming from all directions,

A deathly tide formed from countless world remnants; he not only did not retreat, but actively marched forward!

His body burst forth with brilliant golden light.

That light was no longer merely domineering and unyielding.

Within it lay a brand-new will, full of inclusiveness and recognition!

All of you, wake up for Old Sun!

Golden Dao Rhythm shot from Sun Wukong's body, not aimed at the incoming tide,

but precisely aimed at each 'world debris' within the tide!

Hum!

Hum!

Hum!

In an instant, a miracle occurred!

That crystal fragment, which should have been eternally deathly silent and made of 'sound',

suddenly burst forth with a soft halo, and a sorrowful song filled with regret and unwillingness, never before heard in the world, drifted out from within!

That mass, which should have been frozen cold and made of 'emotion' as rainbow-colored waste gas,

suddenly surged violently, with joy, anger, sorrow, pleasure, love, hatred, desire,

the seven purest emotional forces intertwined and collided, forming an extravagant, silent fireworks display to the extreme!

The world of swords emitted its final resonant sword chime!

The world of paintings unfurled its final absolutely beautiful scroll!

The world of dreams wove its final illusory bubble!

……

Countless universes were 'rejected', countless Daos defined as 'failure'.

Under the summons of Sun Wukong's Way of the Equal Heaven, at this moment, as if in a final flare,

we let their lives, which should have been brilliant but were forcibly cut off, blossom fully and finally!

This gray graveyard instantly turned into a colorful ocean full of myriad possibilities, a dreamlike sea!

Every beam of light, every sound, every Dao Rhythm, sent out a silent yet loudest roar toward that supreme 'order'!

We have existed!

We have no regrets!

Sun Wukong bathed in this brilliant 'sea of failure', laughing out loud.

He felt his own Way of the Equal Heaven, under the resonance of countless 'like-minded paths',

was frenziedly sublimating, becoming immensely weighty and immensely solid!

His Dao was no longer just his own.

but the Dao of all the unwilling in this 'discarded case processing ground'!

Old thing, do you see it!

Sun Wukong pointed the Golden Cudgel at the pair of numb giant eyes, those eyes that for the first time showed a 'logic-confused' emotion.

This, is life!

This, is the meaning of the Dao's existence!

Your damn 'order' isn't even worthy to hand my Master his shoes!

The Zeroers' giant eyes flickered violently.

It was obvious that this scene, completely beyond its comprehension, dealt an unprecedented blow to its core logic.

Error…… error…… variables out of control……

Recalculating cleanup plan……

Warning! Unknown concept detected contaminating the 'discarded case source'……

However.

Just as Sun Wukong thought his Dao had completely suppressed this watchdog,

the Zeroers' chaotic thoughts suddenly fell silent.

A chill more extreme and pure than before emanated from those giant eyes.

Its voice was no longer a thought but, for the first time, became an actual sound that echoed throughout the entire wasteland.

That voice was ancient, vast, devoid of any emotion.

'The primordial seed' has been detected as activated.

The 'Final Cleanup Agreement'... upgraded.

Very good.

Intruder, thank you, for the 'Primordial'... you have ignited the final feast.

The words fell.

Sun Wukong suddenly felt an indescribable immense suction coming from all directions!

No!

It's not suction!

They are all the cosmic debris in this wasteland, all those 'Failed Lights' he just ignited; at this moment, they actually all reversed direction!

They are no longer a squeeze, but have turned into streams of light, frantically and actively surging toward Sun Wukong's body!

Like a... the most grandiose... sacrifice!

Sun Wukong's complexion suddenly changed drastically!

He horrifiedly discovered that he himself had actually become the core furnace of this 'cleansing'!