Chapter 254: Rallying the Banner, a New Journey Begins

The flame in Sun Wukong's eyes, at this moment, burned hotter than the star at the dawn of Chaos Realm.

Furnace?

Sacrifice?

He smiled.

That laugh contained no trace of fear, but was filled with madness and excitement suppressed to the extreme.

"Well timed!"

"All damn, come here!"

He not only did not resist that all‑consuming torrent, but spread his arms as if to embrace the death of the entire universe!

He tightened his grip on the Golden Cudgel.

The icy feel of the Tiěbàng gave his boiling battle spirit a hint of calm.

He recalled that stone tablet.

He recalled the Master's silhouette, full of resentment and stubbornness.

Master's failure.

That is not the end!

That damn thing is not about surrender at all!

But...

But it is the first brick laid for my old Sun's path!

The Master, with billions of "Error"s, taught that lofty "Order" what "infinite possibilities" means.

And my old Sun's task is to use this stick to tell it what "the only correct" is!

"Master!"

Sun Wukong roared deep within his heart.

"You are defeated here, but your Dao has not been defeated!"

"Today, the disciple will follow your path and burn this junkyard into the fiercest flame for you!"

"I'll pierce this sky for you, crystal clear!"

This is his sole motivation to keep moving forward!

This is his only mission as the "final variable"!

"Boom—!"

Endless universal debris, the brilliance of billions of "failed" Great Dao, at this moment completely engulfed Sun Wukong's figure.

The Zeroers' giant eye stared indifferently at everything.

In its calculation, that "Error" variable will, after the 0.001 instant,

be utterly annihilated by this ultimate force that gathers all "waste cases", leaving not even a concept behind.

The final cleanup protocol is about to be completed.

However.

The anticipated annihilation did not occur.

In its place came a violent hum that scrambled its core logic!

At the center of the energy storm formed by countless converging glows, the core that should have been a "Furnace" not only avoided collapse but glimmered with a speck of golden light.

A speck of golden light, overwhelmingly domineering, overwhelmingly tyrannical, overwhelmingly irrational!

Within that golden light, Sun Wukong's figure reappeared!

He was not devoured.

He, on the contrary, devoured everything!

The billions of fragmented Great Dao, at this moment, none are attacking him.

They seem to have found the king's ministers, and also the source's tributaries, all obediently, fervently encircling his body!

He became the sole core of this "Sea of Failure"!

His Way of the Equal Heaven, at this moment, is no longer a solitary struggle.

But it now bears the billions of "No Regret" wills, the true… convergence of myriad paths!

"So noisy."

Sun Wukong dug his ears, a hint of impatient sneer on his face.

The power within him swelled like never before.

Every inch of flesh was filled with the roars and resentment of those failed universes.

He could feel the sharpness of the Sword World, hear the lament of the Sound World, and see the final brilliance of the Painting World.

These all became part of him.

"Old thing, your 'cleanup' seems to have a little problem,"

Sun Wukong lifted his head, shouldering the Golden Cudgel, grinned at the pair of giant eyes that had begun to flash violently.

The Zeroers' intent, for the first time, manifested a glitch‑like chaos.

"Impossible… logical error… waste case source… being… being contaminated…"

"You… what did you do?"

"Nothing."

Sun Wukong weighed the Golden Cudgel; on its shaft, the Dao Rhythm of billions of flowing lights shimmered, half‑visible.

"I just told these brothers that instead of being lifelong unwanted trash, they'd better join my old Sun and flip that garbage‑throwing bastard!"

His words were simple, brutal.

But it was like the sharpest blade, piercing straight into the Zeroers' logical core.

At that moment.

Sun Wukong's gaze suddenly flicked toward a corner of the wasteland.

There, a mass of black energy representing "Absolute Order" trembled.

It was that Lawkeeper.

It hadn't died completely; after being "reclaimed" by the Zeroers to this place, it had been hiding in the corner, terrified, watching everything unfold.

It saw Sun Wukong being "rejected".

It also saw him break from the stone tablet and then stand.

Finally, it witnessed a scene that its very existence could not comprehend.

That virus… that Chaos‑level Error…

Had actually… turned the entire junkyard!

This already exceeds its comprehension.

This is no longer within the scope of the Dao.

This is fucking magic!

The Lawkeeper was stunned dumb by the hellish scene before it.

Its only thought was to flee!

The farther from this mad monkey, the better!

However.

It had just about to move.

A pair of eyes blazing with golden flames locked onto it.

"Yo, still alive?"

Sun Wukong's voice, like a cold wind from the Nine Abyss, nearly froze the Lawkeeper's energy core.

"Just right."

"So I don't have to have Old Sun go looking for you again."

The words hadn't even finished.

Sun Wukong's figure had already vanished from the spot.

The next instant.

He appeared before the Lawkeeper, the Golden Cudgel in his hand, wrapped in the endless fury of billions of "Failed" Dao paths,

without any flourish, just straight down, smashing headfirst!

The Lawkeeper didn't even have time to react.

Its energy body, built from the "Primordial Order", was as fragile as paper before the seemingly ordinary Tiěbàng that bore the weight of countless worlds.

"Not—!"

In a scream of despair twisted to distortion,

Sun Wukong's strike shattered it completely!

Not even a speck of energy residue remained.

Pure, total, from Concept to existence, eradication!

Having done all that, Sun Wukong seemed as if he had merely swatted a fly.

He slowly retracted the Golden Cudgel onto his shoulder, and looked again at those gigantic eyes that had fallen into complete logical deadlock.

He knew.

Breaking a Lawkeeper was nothing at all.

The watchdog before him was just a program.

The real quest still lay ahead.

The "Primordial" that devised the damn "Order".

The one lofty above, who treats Master's billions of efforts as trash, the bastard.

That is his true enemy.

"Old thing, tell your master."

Sun Wukong pointed his staff at the Zeroers, saying word for word,

"Wash your neck clean, wait."

"Old Sun, I'm coming soon!"

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the program already in self‑collapse.

He turned, looking at the stone tablet that still stood silently.

He bowed deeply to the tablet.

"Master."

"Your Dao, I have taken."

"Your regret, I will settle."

"Your path, I will walk!"

Straightening up, all the emotions in his eyes were reined in.

Only a cold‑to‑the‑core, calm killing intent remained.

He set foot toward the exit of this "Failed Case Processing Field".

With each step, the "Sea of Failure" behind him resonated, erupting in a deafening cheer.

They will become his strongest support.

He will become their sharpest dagger.

However, just as Sun Wukong was about to step out of this gray wasteland.

A completely new voice, tinged with laziness and teasing, yet holding supreme majesty,

Suddenly, it came from the other end of the Star Sea, clearly echoing in his mind.

That voice was neither logic nor order.

But rather a pure, condescending amusement, as if watching an interesting play.

Oh? I didn't expect that.

In the junkyard of that old antique Primordial, such a thorny wildflower actually blooms.

Somewhat interesting.

Sun Wukong's steps halted abruptly.

His pupils suddenly contracted!

Monkey.

That voice, hinting at a smile, continued.

Don't rush to seek trouble with the Primordial.

It is merely one of my opponents.

And you...

You don't even qualify to be its true opponent.

Rather than...

Come play with me first?

Let me see just how splendidly your 'failure' flower can bloom.