Chapter 290: Burning Dream, the Last Ember!

Yao's "Dream Tendrils" are like gentle lifelines extending from despair.

They ignore spatial distance, piercing the barrier of laws,

precisely probing those tiny yet stubborn points of light that are about to be devoured by the "Order Purge" Storm.

One of the tendrils gently wraps around a world on the brink of collapse.

It is a place full of poetry.

The Living Beings there have pure white wings; they have just learned to praise sunrise with songs and record sunset with verses.

At the moment a song depicting "Hope" is just being sung, a gray apocalyptic Storm descends.

Heaven tears, the earth mourns.

All the feathered beings despairingly close their eyes, awaiting to turn into cold dust together with their world.

"Is it over…"

"So the end of hope is emptiness…"

Yet the anticipated destruction does not arrive.

In its place comes an indescribable warmth that envelops their entire world.

They bewilderedly open their eyes.

The sight before them leaves them utterly stunned.

There is no collapsing sky, no Deathly Silence earth.

Above, a dazzling galaxy that intoxicates the heart, each star softly singing.

Below, fragrant grass sprouting flowers they've never seen that glow.

In the distance, one can even see crystal mountains floating in the air,

and a waterfall formed from pure light silently flowing.

"This… this is…"

A young feathered being, trembling, reaches out to catch a falling, faintly glowing "petal".

"We… are we still alive?"

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

After a brief Deathly Silence, the entire feathered world erupts in deafening, post‑cataclysmic cheers!

They laugh, dance, and weep!

That ultimate joy, ripped from deepest despair into the most radiant dream, the purest yearning and gratitude for "life"!

This immeasurably massive, pure "Hope" and "Joy" emotional force,

instantly becomes a rainbow torrent that rushes back along the Dream Tendril!

Boom!

In the Star Sea, Yao, who has been struggling to hold on, suddenly trembles!

A healthy flush instantly spreads across her slightly pallid face, which had turned pale from over‑burning the Primordial Source.

The Illusory Dream Dao, which had begun to turn unreal, solidifies a bit as well!

"Ha ha! Good! Good!"

Sun Wukong takes in everything, bursting into laughter, his laugh filled with endless satisfaction and ecstasy!

Useful!

Yao's Dao is not merely a refuge!

It can also draw power to continue existing from the rescued Living Beings!

This is a virtuous cycle!

As long as enough are saved, as long as Hope does not fade, Yao's "Dream Ark" will never sink!

"Old Zha Mao! Did you see that!"

Sun Wukong, heroic, shakes the Golden Cudgel, shattering a quietly incoming Order Divine Chain into pieces!

He stands like a towering gate deity, guarding the outer rim of the "Dream Realm", his battle spirit soaring like never before!

"Your rules are dead!"

"But the Hope I, Sun Wukong, protect is alive!"

He swings the Golden Cudgel with greater vigor, each strike bearing a ferocious tear that rips everything, buying Yao invaluable time!

One world after another is ushered in.

It is a technological alliance that has just ignited its engines, ready to sail toward the starry sea.

Their warships, fragile as paper before the Order Storm, become after being pulled into the Dream Realm,

the scientists, moved to tears by the scene that defies all physics, shout "We've found a new Universe truth!"

It is a magical empire built by countless mages.

Their forbidden spells appear utterly ridiculous before the Heavenly Dao's rules,

but when they discover the world's elements are so lively they can even "understand" their prayers, all mages fall into a fervent quest for truth.

Cultivation sects…

Barbaric tribes…

Mechanical life…

……

Yao's "Dream Ark" becomes ever more bustling and ever more radiant.

Countless distinct fires of civilization, on this final pure land, shine together, emitting unprecedented brilliance.

Yet the Ark's burden grows heavier!

Sun Wukong's laughter gradually ceased.

His pupils contracted slightly.

He saw Yao's body begin to become semi‑transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For each additional world she saves, her Primordial Source is consumed by one point!

For each additional ounce of hope she bears, her existence becomes thinner by one point!

She is like a candle that has been lit.

She uses her burning life to illuminate others' path of hope!

That face, which had regained a hint of rosiness, soon turned pale as paper again.

"Yao…"

Sun Wukong sees it with his eyes, feels the pain in his heart, a feeling more painful than a knife gouging his own heart!

He roars, a beast‑like growl issuing from his throat, yet he is helpless.

He knows.

This is Yao's Dao.

It is her own choice.

He can shield her from all external foes, but cannot take for her the pain of a burning life!

At the same time.

The other end of the Star Sea.

Hongjun's cold will finally perceives the existence of this "BUG".

He cannot directly locate that illogical "Dream Realm".

He also cannot comprehend this foolish act of burning oneself merely to save ants.

Yet this does not stop him from applying pressure from outside in the simplest and most effective way!

"【Order】…"

"Accelerate!"

The cold command reverberates throughout the Multiverse!

Boom—!!!

The "purification" Storm, which had been moving at a constant speed, suddenly accelerates at this moment!

Its sweeping speed is more than ten thousand times faster than before!

Countless worlds, in the second just before Yao's Dream tendrils are about to touch them,

are "boom"-ed, instantly completing their entire lives and turning into a cold, never‑again‑glowing gray bead!

Yao's rescue operation suddenly becomes exceedingly difficult!

She stretches her tendrils with all her might; nine out of ten attempts come up empty!

She can only watch, eyes wide, as those hopeful and unwilling civilizations before her are mercilessly erased by the cold rule!

Each miss feels like a heavy hammer smashing her heart!

Her body becomes even more transparent, as if it could dissolve into the wind at any moment.

Sun Wukong watches this scene, the blood‑red in his eyes so intense it nearly solidifies.

This can't continue!

This way, it's simply not a solution!

Guarding can only protect for a moment; it can never win for a lifetime!

Yao will sooner or later be completely drained by that damned old thing!

Being passive, she can only wait to lose forever!

He must... must find a way to break the deadlock!

Sun Wukong's gaze fixed stubbornly on that boundless,

gray Storm representing "the End", and then another glance at the flickering yet never‑extinguished, dream‑like light belonging to Yao within the Storm.

A crazy thought explosively erupts in his mind!

Since your rule erases all "variables"!

Since Yao's Dream is the sole "variable" sanctuary!

Since old Sun's fist cannot break your rule!

Then...

Then old Sun will simply stuff all the "variables" of this world into Yao's Dream!

Make this ship big enough!

So large that it can burst your entire "Order" Universe!

With one realm, oppose ten thousand realms!

With one Dream, overturn your reality!

This is the true overturning of the board!