Chapter 260: Yao's Dire Plight, the World Shattered

Deep in the Star Sea, that dazzling giant hand formed from billions of star rivers had a clear target, pointing straight at Ji.

The pressure it exuded even caused Hongjun's enforcer army to momentarily stall.

And in that instant, on the other side of the battlefield, another silent tragedy was unfolding.

Here was far from the core where Sun Wukong, Hongjun, Ji, and that mysterious being's gazes clashed.

But here was the front line where the extreme wills of 'order' and 'freedom' collided most bloodily.

One world.

A world that should have been tranquil and harmonious, silently evolving within the endless Star Sea.

Now it has become flesh torn wildly by two starving wolves.

Beyond the world, on one side, a legion of enforcers entirely black, eyes glowing red, carrying out an absolute erasure protocol.

They are the embodiment of Hongjun's 'order'; any Unyielding, any 'variable' that drifts beyond Heavenly Dao's control, is a virus they must eliminate.

On the other side, a larger, more chaotic force, eyes flashing with zeal and greed, the 'freedom front'.

They are the kin of Xiong Ba.

They shout the slogan 'Equal Heaven', yet conduct plundering even more barbaric than the old order.

In their view, since this world did not immediately kneel to welcome the glory of 'Equal Heaven',

It is then the stubborn remnants of the old era, which should be trampled flat by Freedom's iron hooves; its resources and Living Beings should become nourishment for the burgeoning 'Freedom cause'.

Thus, destruction descended from both directions simultaneously.

"Boom—"

A massive Silent Extinction divine light shot from the enforcer battle formation, precisely piercing the world's barrier,

Erasing a continent of this world, together with its billions of Living Beings, from Concept entirely, turning it into void.

"Kill! For the glory of the Great Sage!"

A serpentine demon with eight heads cackled, spewing eight kinds of poisonous fire of different attributes,

Burning another continent into a crystal furnace, countless Living Beings were turned to charcoal amid agonized wails.

The enforcers are erasing.

The marauders are slaughtering.

One bearing the banner of 'order'.

One hoisting a great flag of 'freedom'.

But to the Living Beings of this world, they are indistinguishable.

All are demons.

All bring death and despair... demons.

At the world's core, within the temple, the surviving Living Beings huddled together, trembling.

They knelt on the ground, sending their humblest prayers to the deity they had worshipped for countless years.

But their god had already turned into Universe dust in the first wave of impact.

Despair, like a plague, spread in every Living Being's heart.

At that moment.

A gentle ripple, bearing Dreamlike radiance, quietly spread, gently enveloping the entire core of the world about to fragment.

Yao.

She has arrived.

When Sun Wukong was completely absorbed by the emergence of that mysterious being,

She, however, keenly caught the desperate wail of this forgotten battlefield.

Her Dao is Illusory Dream.

It is protection.

It is weaving hope within despair.

She cannot, like Sun Wukong, use a staff to smash all injustice.

But she can use her Dream to provide these pitiful Living Beings a final refuge.

"Buzz—"

The Illusory Dream Dao fully unfolds.

A breathtaking Dream Realm, centered on Yao, instantly formed, enveloping the wreckage of the Silent Star within.

The external artillery and slaughter were cut off.

Within the Dream Realm, mountains and rivers were restored, sunlight poured warmly, soothing the Fear Heart Demon in people's hearts.

The surviving populace stared dumbfounded at this miraculous scene before them, watching the figure hovering in the air,

Its holy, goddess-like silhouette, simultaneously, knelt down.

"God... is the deity!"

"The deity has not abandoned us!"

The ecstatic joy of the surviving after the calamity turned into the most devout Faith Power, continuously surging toward Yao.

Yao's complexion remained pale.

She knows this is only temporary.

She can block attacks, but cannot block those demons' greed.

Sure enough.

Outside.

Whether enforcers or those marauders, all discovered this suddenly appearing Dream Realm.

New 'variable', start the clearing procedure.

The Authority's logic is simple and cold.

Thousands of Authorities simultaneously turned their cannons, aiming at the Dream Realm upheld by Yao.

On the other side, the madmen let out an even more excited roar.

She's a woman!

Look at the aura of that Great Dao, it's definitely supreme!

Brothers, smash that turtle shell; the world inside and that woman, we'll split them!

Even more violent attacks, from two directions, simultaneously, fiercely bombarded the barrier of the Dream Realm.

Boom—

The entire Dream Realm trembled violently.

Yao's body also trembled, and a trace of golden divine blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Her Illusory Dream Great Dao is essentially a collection of 'spirit' and 'will'.

It can create beauty, and also soothe wounds.

But what it is least good at is this kind of head-on, hard collision defense.

Each attack felt like countless steel needles ruthlessly piercing her divine soul.

Pain.

Heart-rending pain.

She cannot retreat.

Behind her are hundreds of millions of innocent living beings who regard her as their last hope.

If she retreats, this world, along with all life within it, will in an instant be torn into cosmic dust.

Hold on……

Yao gritted her teeth, pouring all her Primordial Source and all her power, without reservation, into the Illusory Dream Great Dao.

In the Dream Realm, the flowers and grasses that had just sprouted thanks to Faith Power began to wither.

The streams that had just gathered began to dry up.

The entire world, at a visible speed, became illusory and unstable.

This is the manifestation of her insufficient power.

Her Illusory Dream Great Dao is being frantically attacked, worn away bit by bit.

Not enough…… still not enough……

Yao could feel herself growing weak.

Deep within her divine soul, cracks began to appear.

Those memories of hers, the little bits of her and Sun Wukong on Mount Huaguo, began to blur.

She felt like a balloon punctured, continuously leaking something outward.

What was leaking was her power, her memories, her…… existence.

She felt like she could barely hold on.

Wukong……

At the edge of her consciousness about to disintegrate, that monkey's figure appeared in her mind.

That unruly monkey who dared to oppose Heaven and Earth.

That monkey who would scratch his head and grin foolishly in front of her.

If he were here, what would he do?

He would surely smash all those dare-to-harm-her scoundrels with a single blow, leaving none alive.

A hint of bitter smile appeared on Yao's lips.

She, after all, is not him.

Boom—

Another round, an even more intense concentrated fire attack!

This time, the Dream Realm barrier upheld by Yao could no longer be maintained.

Crack—

A clear sound, like shattering glass, echoed in the ears of every living being.

The beautiful Dream Realm barrier that protected them, like a shattered mirror, cracked inch by inch.

Despair descended once again.

Even more thoroughly than before.

No—

The living beings within the world let out a final, heart-rending wail.

Yao's body was also instantly submerged by that violent energy torrent.

Her divine soul, like a candle in a gale, flickered violently, on the verge of extinguishing.

She could feel herself dissipating.

Consciousness is being decomposed.

Soon, there will be no 'Yao' left in this world.

She is about to…… die?

No.

She does not want to die.

She had not yet seen him reigning over the heavens.

She had not yet, together with him, beheld all the scenery of this world.

"I...... cannot...... die......"

A surge of unwillingness from the deepest part of life let her, at the moment of imminent complete dissipation, erupt with her final strength.

The Primordial Source of the Illusory Dream Great Dao, which was about to disintegrate, was forcibly condensed by her into a point—the most brilliant, carrying all her longing and love… the Light of Dream.

She wanted to send it to his side.

Even if only able to let him glance at her once more.

However.

At this moment.

The sky above that battlefield.

The motion of that radiant giant hand, composed of billions of star rivers and just reaching toward Ji, paused slightly.

The owner of the giant hand, that lazy and playful voice, sounded again.

But this time, his tone carried a hint, like discovering a new toy, of intense interest.

"Huh?"

"This is...... the taste of Dream?"

"A dream about to shatter...... is truly interesting."

The giant hand abandoned Ji, whom it found boring.

It slowly turned its direction, the five fingers composed of star rivers, opened.

Like a net for catching butterflies.

Precisely, it enveloped the direction in which Yao was about to dissipate.

"Little butterfly, don't rush to die."

"Your dream...... looks...... very delicious."

"Let this venerable one...... taste it properly."