Chapter 277: Hongjun's 'Ironclad Proof', an Unsolvable Yang Scheme

That wild laugh, in the "Source of Ten Thousand Paths" this deathly silent space, seemed so out of place, so grating.

However, it was like a spark thrown into the deep sea, not even raising a ripple.

It was then completely submerged by the icy, despairing aura emitted by those billions of gray beads.

The images of the destruction of billions of universes were no longer mere spectator scenes.

They turned into a substantive surge of despair, icy enough to freeze the divine soul, ruthlessly scouring Sun Wukong's Dao Heart.

Each universe's demise was a soundless wail.

Each civilization's fall was a heavy lament.

This surge was not meant to defeat him.

It was to tell him, at the root, that his very existence was an error.

Sun Wukong's unruly Way of the Equal Heaven, before this ironclad proof forged from billions of "facts," shook violently for the first time.

At the same time.

Beyond that distant newborn world, Yao, who had been anxiously watching all this through a faint connection in the dark, also turned deathly pale.

Her small hand clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm.

That despair, penetrating time and space, made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, making even breathing difficult.

That was not sophistry.

That was not a conspiracy.

That was, based on countless facts, a ruthless truth that left no room for rebuttal...

Hongjun Dao Ancestor's Yang scheme, unsolvable!

Sun Wukong's Dao, at its core, is "unyielding," is "struggle," is the everlasting fire of the "variable."

But Hongjun, however, used these countless bloody endings to clearly prove to the entire universe,

It is precisely this "variable" that is the true root cause of all destruction!

At this moment, Hongjun finally spoke slowly.

His voice no longer held the previous anger and wariness, only an absolute calm as cold as ancient, unchanging black ice.

"The universe needs eternity."

"Not fleeting splendor."

"My 【Order】 will erase all "variables" that could cause destruction, eliminating all impurities and possibilities,

allowing the entire multiverse to achieve true eternity in absolute stability and silence."

His words, like a supreme edict, echoed within this "Source of Ten Thousand Paths".

Next, his withered finger, across the endless void, pointed far away at Sun Wukong.

"And you."

"You monkey, daring to defy heaven with a mortal body."

"Your so-called 'Equal Heaven Path'."

"It is the greatest and most dangerous 'variable' in this universe!"

"It must be purged, formatted..."

"Cosmic virus!"

"Virus!"

These two words, like two poisoned daggers, ruthlessly pierced the deepest part of Sun Wukong's divine soul!

"Oom—!"

Within the giant pupil representing the cosmic pan-consciousness, billions of data streams surged madly at an unprecedented terrifying speed, flickering.

It was analyzing.

It was verifying.

It was calculating the billions of "failure" cases displayed by Hongjun.

Finally, the surging data flow gradually, gradually subsided.

The absolutely neutral light within the giant pupil seemed to undergo an infinitesimal yet decisive shift.

It began to lean toward agreeing with Hongjun's conclusion.

Done!

On Hongjun Dao Ancestor's eternally unchanging dead man's face, finally, a faint arc of victory appeared.

He knew.

This Dao debate that decides the future direction of the universe.

He, has already won.

There is no longer any suspense.

Next, he only needs to await the judgment of this supreme arbiter.

Then he can rightfully take everything from this monkey, including his Dao,

his divine soul, his vigorous life force that arouses envy, all "devoured"!

He will become the true "Only One"!

"Crack—..."

A clear sound.

Sun Wukong's hand gripping the Golden Cudgel, his joints from overuse emitted a brittle sound too much to bear, each bone turning white.

The flames in his Fiery Golden Eyes, at this moment, seemed to dim.

He wanted to refute.

He wanted to roar.

He wanted to use the stick in his hand to smash those billions of gray beads and Hongjun's disgusting face into pulp.

But he found that he couldn't say anything.

Hongjun's logic was like a perfect closed loop, flawless.

Any words, before the ironclad fact of "billions of destructions," seemed so pale and so ridiculous.

Frustrated!

Unprecedented frustration!

This feeling, compared to being pressed under Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years, made him suffer ten thousand times more!

That was the first time in his life that he was truly driven into a dead end on the matter of Principle!

This made him feel more helpless and angry than any life-and-death battle!

Because here, his proudest power, that staff capable of piercing Heaven, was utterly useless!

Hongjun watched as Sun Wukong fell into silence, trembling all over, as if all his essence had been drained, and finally a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

That gaze was like looking at an erroneous program destined to be corrected and deleted.

He slowly spoke, in a tone of charity and finality, granting this monkey his last "mercy."

"Give up."

"Your Dao has been wrong from the start."

"Destruction is your only destination."

The words fell.

The entire "Source of Ten Thousand Paths" fell into absolute deathly silence.

Awaiting the final judgment.

However.

In that silence that decided everything.

Just as Hongjun thought the situation was settled, preparing to reap the fruits of his victory.

The monkey whose Dao Heart should have already collapsed slowly lifted his head.

The anger and frustration on his face had somehow vanished without a trace.

In its place was a calm that made even Hongjun feel a chill down his spine…

A calm like death after madness had reached its extreme.

Sun Wukong loosened his grip on the Golden Cudgel.

He didn't even glance at Hongjun again, as if that so-called Dao Ancestor was no longer worthy of being his opponent.

His gaze swept past the billions of dead cosmic remnants and locked directly onto the giant eye representing the Cosmic Pan-Consciousness.

Then.

He laughed.

In that smile, there was no trace of his former arrogance and unrestraint, but rather a hint of… curiosity?

"Old fogey, you just said my Dao is wrong?"

Sun Wukong's voice was soft, as if he were talking to himself.

He extended a finger and lightly touched the nearest bead, the one representing "destruction" and "failure."

"You say their ending is failure?"

"No."

Sun Wukong slowly shook his head; his eyes became extraordinarily bright, shining like two stars just born in Chaos!

"You're wrong."

"Wrong to an absurd degree!"

He suddenly seized that gray bead and held it before his eyes, as if holding a priceless treasure.

"You only saw their final extinction."

"But you didn't see how brilliantly they burned before they went out!"

"You only saw the destruction brought by war!"

"But you didn't see how those living beings, in defending their homes, burst forth with what brilliant light!"

"You only saw their final descent into deathly silence!"

"But you didn't see how they once loved, hated, struggled, and shone with great splendor!"

Sun Wukong's voice rose higher and higher, each line more impassioned than the last!

The fire in his eyes reignited, burning brighter than ever before!

"Eternity?"

"Your so-called eternity is nothing but a pool of dead water that never ripples—a graveyard that will never receive a new tombstone!"

"That's not living!"

"That's waiting to die!"

He clenched his fist tight, and with a "pop," crushed that gray bead to powder!

He spread his arms and let out a wild laugh that shook the entire "Source of Ten Thousand Paths" toward those billions of deathly silent beads!

"Exactly! They failed! They were destroyed!"

"But they once lived!"

"They lived grandly!"

"They carved their own unique trajectory across this cold universe with their lives and civilizations!"

This! This is the meaning of life!

Sun Wukong suddenly turned around, pointing the Golden Cudgel in his hand at Hóngjūn Dàozǔ, whose face had turned utterly grim.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth; the battle intent and wildness in his eyes had risen to its peak.

Old fogey!

You ask me what sustainability is?

I'll tell you!

Let every life have the chance to burn itself, to blossom itself!

Even if only for a moment of splendor, it surpasses your eternal, unchanging decay!

This!

This is the true sustainability!

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Hongjun, but instead raised his head again, looking at that huge pupil,

In his eyes there was not a trace of fear, only the purest questioning.

Now, you tell me.

Is it an everlasting splendid fireworks that can better prove the existence of the universe?

Or is it a cold, deathly silent, eternal tomb?

You, which do you choose?!