Chapter 291: Master, what should I do?

Sun Wukong's laugh was completely frozen on his face.

He looked at Yao.

He watched her body, almost transparent, like a wisp of green smoke that could be scattered by the wind at any moment.

His heart was as if gripped by an invisible hand, squeezed hard, then crushed bit by bit!

Pain!

It hurt more than being crushed under Wǔxíng Shān for five hundred years!

It hurt more than being seared by the Samadhi True Fire for forty‑nine days!

It was a bone‑deep despair of watching the thing he cherished most with his eyes as it withered before him, while he was powerless to do anything!

"Aaaah—!!"

Sun Wukong looked to the heavens and let out a roar suppressed to the extreme; in that sound there was no arrogance, only endless pain and self‑blame!

He hated!

He hated his own incompetence!

With a single strike he could shatter stars and smash through the Chaos Realm!

But he couldn't break Hongjun's damned "Rule"!

Hongjun never engaged him directly.

That Old Zamao was like a programmer hidden behind the scenes, cold‑heartedly typing line after line of code.

【Order】... 【Uprightness】... 【Acceleration】!

And Sun Wukong was like a fool wildly punching at a screen!

He could smash the monitor, yet he couldn't stop the world‑ending program running in the background!

This kind of frustration!

This sense of powerlessness!

It was almost enough to burst his chest wide open!

"Old Zamao... I'm going to kill you!!"

He rushed like a madman toward the depths of the Star Sea that represented Hongjun's will,

the Golden Cudgel summoned billions of strands of annihilating divine light, turning everything along the way into the most primal Chaos Realm!

Yet Hongjun's figure flickered uncertainly among countless laws.

He was only a Concept.

A symbol.

Each of Sun Wukong's strikes landed in empty space, merely stirring up meaningless ripples of law.

"Useless, Sun Wukong."

Hongjun's cold voice came from all directions, laced with a hint of cruel sarcasm.

"I am Order."

"As long as the underlying laws of this Multiverse remain, I am everywhere."

"The angrier you are, the more you destroy, the more you prove the chaos and disorder of the 'variables'."

"You... are using your actions to carve a tombstone for your own 'Dao' with your own hands."

Sun Wukong's movement suddenly stiffened.

His blood‑red eyes stared fixedly at the endless void.

He knew.

Hongjun was right.

This was not a battle.

It was a conspiracy.

He was dragged into the realm he was least adept at, using the method he was least skilled at, to fight a war destined to be lost!

Each futile attack, each impotent roar, seemed to declare to the entire Universe:

"Look, Freedom is this chaotic, and variables are this powerless."

The harder he pushed, the more disastrously he lost!

This damn... what does it even count for!

Sun Wukong's body trembled faintly in the void.

It wasn't because of Fear Heart Demon.

It was because of an unprecedented, bone‑deep bewilderment.

He had always believed that as long as his fist was hard enough, he could smash open anything!

But now he realized there was a mountain that could not be broken open with a fist.

It was called "Rule".

Yao's body became a little more transparent.

Her Dream realm had just saved a tiny civilization, yet at the same time, hundreds of worlds turned into cold dust before her.

On her face, no expression could be seen any longer, only a numb perseverance that existed solely for protection.

Sun Wukong looked at her, and that bone‑deep pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It was his first time...

to doubt the 'Dao' he was walking.

Is it really right to just keep killing?

Can pushing forward all the way really solve every problem?

If he can't even protect the one he wants to guard, then what's the point of his sky‑piercing skill?!

Just as his Dao Heart wavered, on the brink of falling into the endless Abyss.

In his mind, without any warning, an image flashed.

It was in the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave.

An old Taoist, holding a ruler, lightly tapped his head three times.

It was at the Source of Ten Thousand Paths.

A cold stone tablet stood there silently, engraved with a few words he would never forget.

【Defeat here, also No Regret】.

Master!

Right!

Master!!

In Sun Wukong's eyes, which were almost extinguished, two brilliant golden rays suddenly erupted!

He was like a person about to drown in boundless darkness, suddenly grasping a lifeline that fell from Heaven!

Master!

The Master must have a way!

The Master who schemed the heavens, arranged eternity, and could even teach the Cosmic Pan‑Consciousness as a "student"—how could he not have foreseen the current situation!

The things he left for himself are far more than just tools for fighting!

"Defeat also No Regret" …

It's not that failure would be indifferent!

Rather, because failure itself is part of the plan!

The segment of code the Master left in the Source of Ten Thousand Paths, which reconstructs the underlying "code" of the entire Universe's laws!

Sun Wukong shuddered all over and fully awakened!

At that time he only understood the function of that code, but never probed what "language" the code itself was written in!

There!

It must hide the true method to break the deadlock!

It hides the ultimate weapon the Master left him, truly capable of overturning the board!

Hahaha… Hahahahahaha!

Sun Wukong suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter piercing the Star Sea and shattering the clouds!

In that laughter was the gratitude of surviving a calamity, and a clear, ecstatic revelation like clouds parting to reveal the sun!

"Lao Zama! Wait for me! Old Sun will be back in a flash!"

This burst of laughter made Hongjun, who was diligently carrying out the "Rectification", feel an inexplicable flutter in his heart.

This monkey, what trick is he up to now?!

Sun Wukong simply ignored him.

He acted decisively, a flash of golden light flashing over his body!

A figure identical to him stepped out from his own body!

This incarnation's gaze was fierce, its battle intent soaring to the heavens, tightly gripping the immensely heavy Golden Cudgel!

He actually split a powerful incarnation with eighty percent of his power to stay here as a guardian!

"Hold on!"

Sun Wukong's core consciousness sent his unwavering voice toward the fragile figure in the distant dreamlike light and shadow.

"Wait for me to return!"

"I'm going to find a… way that this Heaven can never imprison us again!"

In the Dream Realm, Yao's almost transparent body trembled slightly.

She slowly lifted her head.

Although she barely had the strength to open her eyes, the corner of her mouth lifted, revealing a weak yet deeply trusting smile.

She knew.

Her monkey would never disappoint her.

Having received the response, Sun Wukong hesitated no longer.

He sat cross‑legged in the void, closing his eyes.

Buzz—!

His Original Spirit instantly left his body!

It was a pure golden light stream, refined to the utmost!

It ignored everything outside and did not disturb any law.

Like a phantom that traversed space‑time, it instantly merged into that region woven from endless law roots, the deepest part of the Universe's …

Source Sea!

He didn't know what he would find.

He also didn't know whether the road ahead would be ominous or auspicious.

But in his heart there was an incredibly strong, almost instinctive intuition!

The true inheritance the Master left him!

The final, and most crucial, trump card!

About to be there…

Reveal it to him thoroughly!