Chapter 257: Balancer, Eradicating Clamor

Ji's blade startled Shi Potian!

That pitch-black blade of light seemed not to cut toward a physical form, but to cut toward the very concept of 'existence' itself.

Beyond the Star Sea, Sun Wukong shouldered the Golden Cudgel, and his Fiery Golden Eyes blazed with unprecedented fighting spirit.

Interesting!

Damn, that's interesting!

This world is far livelier than I, Old Sun, imagined!

Inside the Zi Xiao Gong, Hongjun the Dao Ancestor's face sank like water; he never expected that the piece he himself had resurrected,

The first blade was not meant to clear obstacles for him, but was swung at an unknown existence that even he found threatening!

At the end of the Reincarnation Path, the Tathagata's aberrant golden body let out a low laugh, full of schadenfreude.

All supreme gazes converged upon that blade of light that cut across the Chaos Realm!

However.

Just when everyone thought that the Star Sea would thereby stir up heaven‑shaking waves,

That languid, playful voice sounded again.

"Huh?"

In the voice lay a slight annoyance at being disturbed.

Then came a light chuckle.

"Hehe."

"A somewhat interesting little thing."

"Quite a temper."

The instant the words fell, that pitch‑black blade of light capable of annihilating everything,

while still billions of li away from that mysterious Star Sea, silently … came to a halt.

Immediately, like sand drawings blown away by a breeze, it faded bit by bit, inch by inch, into nothing.

No clash of laws.

No energy offset.

As if it had never appeared at all.

That voice carried a teasing evaluation.

"The essence of the power is not bad, but it's just too weak."

"It doesn't even qualify to be a firefly."

"Be good, go play aside."

That tone was like an adult casually swatting away an annoying fly.

Ji still stood at the boundary between new and old Chaos, holding a short blade, expressionless.

As if that blade had not been struck by him.

As if he had not heard that humiliation at all.

Yet this scene turned Hongjun the Dao Ancestor's face completely livid!

Utter humiliation!

Ji's failure angered him more than his own failure did!

Because Ji is the one he resurrected!

He is his piece!

The piece's incompetence is a slap to the face of this player!

"Trash!"

Hongjun let out a low growl in the Zi Xiao Gong, killing intent boiling in his eyes.

Pinning hopes on this madman is no longer realistic!

If so, then let these ignorant ants see what true 'order' really is!

What is the might of the Heavenly Dao!

Hongjun thrust out his hand, fingers splayed, and coldly uttered a few words toward the lifeless old Three Realms below.

"Judgers."

"Descend."

"Correct all… errors!"

Boom!!!

As his words fell, the remnants of the old Three Realms, constantly eroded by the 'Equal Heaven' Dao, suddenly shuddered violently!

Pillars of pallid light shot up from the ruins of the Heavenly Court, from the wreckage of Ling Shan, and from the fissures of the Nine Underworlds!

Those pillars were icy, deathly silent, devoid of any feeling.

They gathered in the air above the battlefield at the Chaos Realm boundary, ultimately condensing into crystal figures a hundred zhang tall, formed of pure order runes!

They had no features, their bodies perfect geometric forms, and they held spears condensed from law.

They are the Judgers!

They are the final enforcers of the old Heavenly Dao order!

They are Hongjun's coldest slaughter blade for erasing all 'variables'!

"Kill."

Hongjun's icy voice echoed in the core of each Judger.

In an instant, hundreds of Judgers moved in perfect unison, like the most precise machine,

He charged towards those who had just broken free from the old world, cheering as they rushed toward the newborn chaos living beings!

At the edge of the battlefield, a wolf-demon tribe that had just awakened its bloodline and taken human form was excitedly kneeling toward 'Equal Heaven'.

They felt the breath of freedom, felt the most primal pulse of life!

"We are free!"

"Pay respects to the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

"We are no longer livestock to be slaughtered at others' will!"

However, their cheers came to an abrupt halt.

Three Arbiters appeared silently before them.

The wolf-demon chieftain sensed danger, let out a roar, and bared their sharp fangs.

"What… what are you! Get lost!"

The Arbiter gave no response.

They simply raised their law spears in perfect unison.

No earth-shaking spells.

No world-destroying divine might.

Three pallid white beams shot from the spear tips, enveloping the entire wolf-demon tribe.

Under the light, those wolf-demons who had just been cheering, regardless of age or strength, had their bodies silently disintegrating.

Like being erased bit by bit from a painting by an eraser.

No Cànjiào.

No pain.

Not even a trace of blood.

Only utter, existential-level Silent Extinction.

In the blink of an eye, the entire wolf-demon tribe, hundreds of living lives, just… vanished.

In place, only a few wisps of dissipating green smoke remained.

In the Arbiters' eyes, there was no concept of life.

Only the cold 'order'.

In their logic, those living beings who tried to break free of fate and rush toward the 'variable' were all erroneous code needing to be 'corrected'.

And the way to correct is deletion.

The same scene played out in every corner of the battlefield.

A mortal swordsman who had just attained enlightenment in the sword Dao, seeking to prove the Dao with the sword, was erased.

An ancient tree that had cultivated for ten thousand years and finally become a spirit was erased.

A group of humans who had just broken the shackles of faith and were singing loudly the song of freedom were erased.

The Arbiters, like a group of the most efficient harvesters, were frenziedly slaughtering every life that dared to resist!

Beyond the Star Sea, Sun Wukong's eyes instantly turned red!

Blood-red!

Within his Fiery Golden Eyes burned a raging fury capable of consuming Jiǔtiān!

Those living beings who were erased had only dared to resist because they responded to his 'Equal Heaven' Dao!

They should have had an infinite future!

They were the first citizens of the newborn Chaos Realm!

"Hong……Jun……"

Sun Wukong squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

The Chaos Realm Qi around his body surged madly!

The Golden Cudgel in his hand emitted a strained buzzing!

"You! Seek! Death!"

However, just as Sun Wukong prepared to give everything, rushing over to smash those Arbiters into powder...

A figure moved.

Silence.

That pale figure that had stood still at the center of the battlefield, as if isolated from the world.

He moved.

His movement was not fast; indeed, it could be said to be very slow.

He simply, slowly, lifted his foot.

One step.

Just one step.

His figure then crossed endless space, appearing before an Arbiter.

That Arbiter was raising his spear, aiming at a terrified human girl, only seven or eight years old, who had collapsed to the ground.

The girl's parents, just moments before her eyes, had been mercilessly erased by the Arbiter.

Her eyes were filled with fear and despair; she had even forgotten to cry.

In the Arbiter's program, there is no mercy.

It was merely executing the order to 'correct'.

Pallid white light flared at the tip of its spear.

But just at this moment.

Ji stood in front of the little girl.

His pale silhouette was so frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

The Ruler paused for a ten‑thousandth of a moment.

Its core program could not identify this suddenly appearing 'existence'.

Ji belonged neither to 'variables' nor to 'fixed numbers'.

He was the 'Terminus'.

But the program, after all, was just a program.

The Ruler also immediately classified Ji as an 'error' needing correction.

The light on the spear surged instantly!

Ji finally lifted his head.

His hollow eyes, for the first time, gazed at the Ruler before him.

His face still showed no expression.

He simply raised the Terminus Blade in his hand.

There was no earth‑shaking aura.

There was no world‑destroying power.

It was like a mortal swinging a blade—lightly, casually, he made a forward slash.

Hiss.

A faint sound, almost too quiet to hear.

The jet‑black blade sliced through the Ruler's body, which was formed of pure order runes.

Then……

And then there was no 'then'.

That invincible Ruler, able to effortlessly erase hundreds of living beings, had its body begin to fade silently from where the blade had cut……

It was not a collapse.

It was not a shattering.

It was simply a transition from being to nothing.

As if a chunk had been dug out of the space it occupied.

There was no pain.

There was no struggle.

Only eternal, absolute Silent Extinction remained.

In less than half a breath, that towering hundred‑zhang Ruler vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace.

Ji sheathed his blade coldly.

He didn't even glance back at the little girl he had saved.

His hollow eyes slowly rose, scanning the remaining Rulers rampaging across the battlefield.

Finally, his gaze seemed to pierce the endless Chaos Realm, glancing once at Sun Wukong and once toward the Zi Xiao Gong.

That gaze was icy and indifferent.

It was as if he were looking at two… equally noisy… things.