Chapter 267: Order Blind Spot, Uncalculable

Inside the Zi Xiao Palace, the Deathly Silence was terrifying.

Hóngjūn Dàozǔ's expression, for the first time, was no longer the eternally unchanged indifference.

It was an ultimate gloom, as if Mortals had slapped him in the face.

In his view, the entire Star Sea was originally a chessboard composed of countless trillion cause‑and‑effect threads, incomparably precise and perfect.

Every line's direction and every node's intersection represented a Fixed Number.

He was the player.

He was the rule itself.

But now…

A hole appeared on this perfect chessboard.

A black, constantly writhing, undefinable, unparseable… blind spot!

The Dream Realm battlefield created by Yao, in his Order Path, was exactly such an existence.

It does not follow logic.

It disregards cause and effect.

It is like drops of dense ink falling into clear water, and also like a segment of garbled code inserted into a perfect program.

Hongjun's Dao is built upon the absolute truth that "one plus one must equal two".

But in this Dream Realm battlefield, "one plus one" might equal a flower, might equal a roar, or might equal nothing at all!

"Deduction!"

Hongjun's cold will drove his colossal computing power, comparable to the total operation of the entire old Three Realms, wildly surging toward that blind spot.

He wants to parse! He wants to define! He wants to bring this damned "variable" back under the control of Fixed Numbers!

Buzz—!

Countless order runes slammed against the boundary of the Dream Realm battlefield like a tide.

Then…

And there was no after.

Those runes representing absolute order, the moment they touched the Dream Realm barrier, were like ice meeting scorching sun, silently "melting".

Or rather, they were "assimilated".

Hongjun's deduction system, for the first time, fed him a series of information he could not comprehend.

【Target cannot be defined…】

【Logical base conflict…】

【Causality calculation failed…】

【Warning! The Primordial Source of Order is being polluted by an unknown Concept!】

Hongjun suddenly widened his eyes.

Pollution?

His Order Path is one of the lowest‑level laws that make up this Universe!

It is the foundation of all things' operation!

What could possibly pollute it?

It's as ridiculous as someone telling the Sun that darkness can pollute light!

And at this moment, within the Dream Realm battlefield.

The haughty Star Sea Sovereign was undergoing the strangest, most stifling battle of his long life.

His projected will‑illusion was no longer humanoid at this moment.

He tried to condense it into a cursed blade imbued with ultimate venomous resentment.

But as soon as the thought formed, the weapon in his hand turned into a gigantic lollipop emitting a sweet fragrance.

"No! Damn it!"

He roared in anger, trying to detonate this space.

He summoned his death force, capable of polluting an entire vast world, and poured it fiercely onto the ground beneath his feet!

The next second.

The ground under his feet did not crack nor turn to scorched earth.

Instead…

It sprouted massive mushrooms with eyes and mouths.

The mushrooms bobbed their heads, singing in a bizarre, tone‑deaf chant in unison to him:

"Welcome to our home…"

"Here, there is no worry, no sorrow…"

The Star Sea Sovereign's will‑illusion twisted violently.

He felt his logic, his cognition, being forcibly twisted by this damned place!

How can one even fight this?

It's impossible to fight!

All his attacks here would be distorted into the most absurd, most outrageous things!

"Hahaha!"

Sun Wukong, bearing the Golden Cudgel, stood on a nearby upside‑down peak, laughing so hard his tears were about to spill.

"So exhilarating! Too exhilarating!"

He pointed at the nearly maddening will‑illusion and laughed loudly.

"Lao Zama! Do another trick for me, Lao Sun!"

"Aren't you capable? Aren't you so high and mighty?"

"Come on! Keep going!"

This is ten thousand times more satisfying than killing the opponent with a single stick!

This is a ruthless humiliation carried out from the most fundamental level of the Dao!

Yao hovers at the center of this world, expression indifferent.

She is the world's sole God.

Here, her will is the only Rule.

And her rule is "no rule".

Inside the Zi Xiao Gong.

Hóngjūn Dàozǔ watches the utterly indecipherable Chaos Realm in his simulation, feeling the stabs of pain from his Order's Heavenly Dao.

His complexion has become as hideous as possible.

He lost.

Not in terms of strength.

But he lost on a dimension he had never encountered, one he even despised deep in his heart…

Order pursues stability, eternity, predictability.

But the opponent's Illusory Dream seeks change, instantaneity, infinite possibilities.

His flawless simulation system, his prideful omniscient perspective, becomes a complete joke before the opponent.

He is like a master artist accustomed to drawing perfect lines and circles on a two‑dimensional plane, suddenly dragged into a three‑, even four‑dimensional space.

All his techniques, all his experience, become useless!

His prized tools turn into a pile of scrap metal!

"Puff!"

A mouthful of golden blood, infused with the Primordial Source of Heavenly Dao, slowly drips from Hongjun's corner of the mouth.

He is wounded.

Not wounded by an attack.

But wounded by the backlash of his own Heavenly Dao!

Forcefully simulating something he cannot comprehend is like making a precise computer calculate an unsolvable paradox,

The inevitable result is system collapse!

"Monkey…"

"Bodhi…"

"Yao…"

Hongjun slowly utters those three names.

Each syllable carries bone‑piercing cold.

He finally understands.

These people never intended to play by his rules on his board from the start.

They…

Are going to flip the table!

Are going to smash his board!

An unprecedented fury, mingled with a hint of terror even he had not sensed, erupts wildly from his heart!

He slowly closes the eyes that reflected billions of stars.

When he opens them again, there is no emotion left inside.

No anger, no doubt.

Only a Deathly Silence colder than absolute zero remains.

Simulation?

Control?

Fixed Number?

These concepts hold no meaning when facing a bunch of rule‑defying lunatics.

Since they cannot be calculated…

Since they cannot be defined…

Since they cannot be controlled…

A bizarre, eerily grim curve lifts at Hongjun's mouth.

Then…

I won't play.

A thought, a never‑before‑had, insanely extreme notion, erupts into being in his sea of consciousness.

"Transmit my doctrine."

His cold voice echoes through the vast Zi Xiao Gong.

"Gather all… Regulators."

"Target…"

His gaze pierces the barriers of the Dream Realm battlefield, ignoring everything within.

He looks at those cheering, celebrating Freedom, the myriad worlds freed from his control.

He also looked toward that expanse, the vast unknown Star Sea that has already formed a karmic bond with Sun Wukong.

"Clear…."

"All that can generate 'variables'…."

"Soil."