Chapter 272: Unavoidable, Final Warning

All heavens and myriad worlds fell into absolute stillness in this second.

The colossal will that spanned the multiverse was slowly contracting.

It was no longer an illusory, vague phantom.

It had become substantive pressure.

This pressure caused every star system deep in the Star Sea to emit a heavy wail.

Sun Wukong stood on the shattered void.

He felt his Equal Heaven Path being forcibly compressed back into his body by an incomprehensible force.

That was not a seal.

It was a deprivation emanating from the essence of life.

It was like a programmer deleting a line of garbled code that shouldn't have appeared.

In the distance, the Zi Xiao Gong.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor was half-kneeling in the collapsing hall.

The heavenly Dao authority he prided himself on had no room to resist before this will.

The apocalyptic fire he had painstakingly burned his primordial source to obtain was directly snuffed out by an invisible force.

Hongjun's aged face was filled with fear.

"This... this is impossible..."

"I am the sovereign... I am the order of this heaven and earth..."

His voice could not travel even half a step in the silent void.

Because the sound-wave law of this universe had been forcibly taken over by that will.

The next second.

That will suddenly moved.

It split into two invisible beams of light.

One beam locked onto Sun Wukong.

The other beam was firmly nailed to Hongjun's brow.

This was not a physical restraint.

It transcended dimensions.

It transcended spacetime.

It was an absolute lock transcending all Dao.

Sun Wukong wanted to raise his Golden Cudgel.

But he found his fingers would not obey at all.

His Equal Heaven will raged wildly.

Yet he could not stir even a ripple in the real world.

Just then.

A massive, unimaginable stream of information exploded in Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness.

It was not sound.

Nor was it text.

Rather, it was a terrifying image directly inscribed into the depths of the soul.

Sun Wukong saw it.

He saw what this universe looked like countless ages before the present.

It was a pure wasteland.

Countless so-called mighty beings fought within it.

Innumerable Dao devoured each other.

Finally, all living beings.

All civilizations.

All star systems.

All were reduced to nothing in a meaningless struggle.

That was the "End".

The scene shifted.

Sun Wukong saw what Hongjun was doing now.

He saw the Zi Xiao Gong siphoning the vitality of the myriad worlds.

He saw countless living beings turned to dry bones under the heavenly Dao's exploitation.

At the same time, he also saw himself.

He saw his Equal Heaven Path tearing this fragile universe apart completely.

That will told him.

This kind of strife.

Had already touched the red line of the universe's self-healing ability.

If the fighting continued.

Here it would trigger "Formatting".

All civilizations.

All possibilities.

Including him, Sun Wukong

Including that high and lofty Hongjun

All will be instantly erased from the code of this universe

Not a single one left

Completely disappear

This kind of information imprint carries an irresistible majesty

It is in every drop of Sun Wukong's blood

In every hair

They constantly repeat that warning

"Stop."

"Or destruction."

Hongjun's side is even worse

The warning he received carries strong punitive force

His sea of consciousness is filled with the Zi Xiao Gong reduced to ashes

After millions of years, he was refined into an unconscious waste ore

Hongjun's whole body violently trembles under the enveloping will

His so-called Dao Heart shattered completely into fragments at that moment

"No... I'm not willing..."

He muttered

But his body honestly went limp on the ground

That warning let him understand

His self-assumed game

Before the true Cosmic Pan-Consciousness, he's not even worth a fart

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth

His internal Void Dao Seed is spinning wildly

He is trying to understand the underlying logic of this will

"You want me to be a good kid?"

"You want Old Sun to bow?"

Sun Wukong roared loudly in his heart

But the only response to him is an even heavier sense of oppression

That is the weight of the entire universe

Before that power

What Great Sage Equal to Heaven

What follower of the Chaotic Demon God

All are as fragile as a thin sheet of paper

Yao beside already completely unable to breathe

Her Illusory Dream Dao has contracted into an extremely small point

Tightly pressed against Sun Wukong's back

That will seems not to have much hostility toward Yao's gentle Dao

What it truly warns

Is Sun Wukong this highly destructive "variable"?

And Hongjun's extremely obsessive "order"

Just then

Sun Wukong's vision changed

He saw a path

A path paved with countless "failed worlds"

He is at the end of those fragments

Faintly he saw a familiar back

That is... Master?

Bodhi Patriarch stands at the end of that wasteland

He holds in hand a broom that looks extremely ordinary

He is patiently cleaning the dust on the ground

Each sweep

A world that should have been destroyed is relit

Sun Wukong's eyes turned red

He wants to rush over and shout "Master"

But that back keeps getting farther

Finally only a sigh echoing deep in the sea of consciousness remains

Wukong, don't let this heaven... become completely cold

This sigh is like a heavy hammer

It heavily smashed into Sun Wukong's chest.

His originally violent aura actually strangely calmed down at that moment.

That Terrifying Will that spanned the Star Sea.

After sensing the change in Sun Wukong's aura.

It also seemed to slightly weaken its pressure.

It was waiting.

Waiting for these two most restless 'pieces' to make their final choice.

The distant Zeroers had already shrunk into a tiny geometric form under this will.

Its so-called supreme logical authority.

Now it looks like a ridiculous joke.

It was trembling.

In prayer.

Hope that this will not casually sweep away this 'cleaner' as well.

That playful mysterious ruler deep in the Star Sea had long since vanished.

He knows better than anyone when to back down.

Before this power capable of reshaping the Multiverse.

Whoever steps up is a fool.

Sun Wukong slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

His Golden Cudgel began to shift from illusion to reality.

But he did not raise it again toward the sky.

Instead, he heavily thrust it into the void debris that was being repaired.

"Old fogey, did you hear that?"

Sun Wukong's voice, transmitted through divine sense, exploded directly in Hongjun's mind.

Hongjun struggled to lift his head.

His eyes no longer held their former arrogance.

Only an endless emptiness remained.

"That... is its command."

Hongjun's voice trembled severely.

"It said... we are all parasites."

"If we don't follow the rules, it will crush us all."

Sun Wukong gave a cold snort.

"Parasites?"

"This old monkey has no interest in being some bug."

"But if this Heaven really collapses, the garden that Master guards will be gone."

He turned his head to look at Yao.

Yao's face remained deathly pale.

But her eyes held a hint of relief from escaping death.

Sun Wukong patted Yao's head.

The motion was somewhat clumsy, yet extremely gentle.

He raised his head again.

He looked toward that irrevocable warning.

That will was gradually fading.

Because it had already achieved its purpose.

That 'final program' imprinted deep in the sea of consciousness.

It had become the Sword of Damocles hanging over Sun Wukong and Hongjun's heads.

As long as either of them dares to trigger such a level of destructive conflict again.

That killing program will instantly activate.

By then.

Any defense will be useless.

Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly.

This feeling of being forced into a truce made him very unhappy.

Extremely unhappy.

Just like a peerless swordsman.

At the critical moment, someone forcibly pressed down on his sword hilt.

But he knew.

This is not the end.

The appearance of this will.

It means the rules of this Multiverse have changed.

No longer is it Hongjun's say.

Nor is it the so-called 'Primordial' that decides.

but entered a higher level.

and even more ruthless "Great Repair Era".

Hongjun swayed as he stood up.

Although his Golden Body was not shattered, it was covered in fine cracks.

That was forcibly squeezed out by that will.

He looked toward Sun Wukong.

In his eyes, besides hatred.

More of it was a sorrow of harming one's own kind.

"Sun Wukong… you won…"

"You also destroyed everything…"

"From today on, there will be no true immortals, nor true Dao in this world."

"We are all locked inside a cage called "Order"."

Sun Wukong spat.

"Shut your stinking mouth."

"The cage is for livestock."

"This old monkey will eventually smash it."

"But before that…"

Sun Wukong's words weren't finished yet.

The entire Star Sea suddenly shook violently.

That wasn't that will flaring.

but came from the direction of the edge of the Multiverse.

A wave of heaviness spread.

Slowly.

and it was a collision sound with a metallic quality.

Dong—

Dong—

Each impact.

Each caused the just-stabilized starry sky to show pale white cracks.

What seeped out of those cracks.

was not the aura of destruction.

but a kind of stillness even more deathly than death.

a feeling of exhaustion that makes one's scalp go numb.

Sun Wukong suddenly turned his head.

His Fiery Golden Eyes instantly pierced through billions of miles of void.

He saw.

At the far end of that Star Sea.

At the place where that surge of consciousness had just left.

A group clad in gray-white robes.

silhouettes holding huge strange compasses.

They were slowly moving toward the center of this universe, inch by inch.

With each step they took.

The surrounding world was like dried grass drained of its last nutrient.

Instantly withered.

Collapsed.

Sun Wukong's expression became extremely solemn.

These guys.

They aren't even on that surge of consciousness's 'repair' list.

They are like tumors squeezed in from outside the universe.

They are taking advantage of the universe's great repair.

They are silently devouring the core's foundation.

The leading gray-robed figure suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head.

Under that gray hood.

was a bizarre face composed entirely of jumping numbers.

He was separated by countless star fields.

It seemed he saw Sun Wukong.

Then.

That monster grinned with an extremely stiff arc.

He raised his hand.

He pointed at the Zi Xiao Gong, which was in a weakened state.

It also pointed at Sun Wukong holding the Golden Cudgel.

The monster's voice.

Directly ignored the spatial barrier.

It rang out in the souls of every strong one.

「Detected……a great repair opportunity……」

「Plunder……officially begins。」

Sun Wukong's Golden Cudgel in his hand shuddered violently.

A sense of crisis unlike any before instantly swept over his entire body.

These guys.

They actually have designs on the foundation of this universe!

He hadn't yet gotten a chance to speak.

Those gray-robed people actually vanished instantly in place.

When they reappeared.

They had already reached the edge of this star field!

Sun Wukong was about to charge forward.

But his heart suddenly clenched.

The earlier 'cannot be defied' warning imprinted in his sea of consciousness.

At this moment.

It actually began flashing wildly with dangerous red light!

That warning.

It actually forbade him from taking action here!

Even mobilizing the Equal Heaven Path.

Would be deemed 'obstructing the repair'!

Sun Wukong gritted his steel teeth.

He watched helplessly as a gray-robed person had already raised their hand.

Reaching toward that small world which was sleeping and filled with newborn power.

In that world.

All are living beings just rescued by the Master's will!

「Fuck! 」

Sun Wukong let out a roar of anger.

But he discovered.

His own body was once again firmly pressed in place by the force of the Cosmic Pan-Consciousness!