Chapter 303: Either Black or White, So Gray Is Invisible!

Hit it!

Why didn't you record it?

Old Heaven's got a busted shell.

The hand hanging in mid‑air trembled like a sieve.

That thick phlegm, tinged with Bloodshot, ran down Hongjun's gray‑white old face.

Tick‑tock.

Crimson bloodwater splashed onto his immaculate Dao robe.

All the muscles on Hongjun's face twitched as if nerves were firing.

This old rag‑hair is now a broken, malfunctioning puppet.

Wukong stared at his dead‑fish eyes, and a sudden clarity exploded in his mind.

The characters on that tattered turtle shell were seared deep into his Original Spirit.

They wouldn't fade.

"Its Dao is utterly public, therefore selfless; its Dao is utterly pure, therefore it tolerates no mixed colors."

The old man's words at first sounded really damn stifling.

Reading them felt like praising Hongjun.

Praising how profound this old fellow's Dao is.

Praising how his damn order is pure to the extreme.

But now, seeing Hongjun's dead‑locked, frantic state.

Wukong placed the four characters "No mixed colors" between his molars and chewed them repeatedly.

The more he chewed, the tastier it seemed.

No mixed colors.

Not a single hint of mixed color!

A huge boom rang in his head!

A burst of spiritual light split his entire sea of consciousness cleanly!

He damn well finally got it!

What kind of unfathomable profundity is this!

This Hongjun's so‑called Order Great Way is not some invincible divine power at all!

It's a binary supercomputer rigid to the extreme!

In his underlying logic, everything in the world falls into two categories.

Either it's "1", which represents absolute order.

Or it's "0", which represents absolute disorder.

These rules are brutally simple to the extreme.

All Living Beings and laws that fit order are taken by this old fellow as nourishment.

All are tightly clenched in his palm under his control.

As long as they obediently follow his script, it's safe.

But those Living Beings who try to jump out of the cage.

Those he deems unordered variables.

Are all marked for extermination.

If any hint of rule‑breaking appears, this broken system immediately triggers a purging Storm to forcibly cleanse.

Either black or white!

This is the fundamental reason why he has for eons dominated the Universe, trampling everyone like insects!

Because he is pure enough, pure to the point of leaving no room for anyone to argue.

No one can beat him in his own arena using his own rules!

But the old man is an absolute genius!

Such extreme perverse purity is precisely his most fatal weak spot!

This dead‑head system only recognizes black and white!

It simply cannot see gray!

It also cannot handle gray at all!

A thing that is neither fully unordered nor can obediently submit to order—a mixed‑up mess.

In Hongjun's rule system, it's just a garbled code!

To his Heavenly Dao system, this is a super logical virus that cannot be parsed or classified!

He is adept at chopping people.

Spitting blood‑filled phlegm at his face makes his brain, packed with lofty rules, immediately shut down!

Too extreme!

Wukong's whole body trembled wildly with excitement.

Even the bone cracks on his celestial spirit cover were oozing blood, and he didn't care about the pain at all.

It was damn awesome!

His body is in the Real Universe, but his Original Spirit repeatedly bumped its head against the void Study deep within his sea of consciousness.

Old man, your scheming is too deep.

You never even considered letting Lao Sun fight that old bastard.

Throwing a punch is a death sentence.

You want to let Old Sun right under this old bastard's watch.

Forcefully conjure an enemy that even a blind man couldn't see!

Why can Yao, far away, use the Dream Realm to preserve those sparks of civilization?

Why does Hongjun's Storm choose to go around when it meets the Dream Realm?

Because the Dream Realm is illusory.

It exceeds Hongjun's real order law's scanning range.

But illusion is still illusion.

Yao's Primordial Source of life has long been nearly burned out, and even her body has become transparent.

Hiding in the Dream—how many lifetimes can that protect you?

Can't win at all!

Old Sun today not only wants to disgust him, but also to pull off a massive act in this Real Universe!

He wants to turn all the conflicting civilizations that Old Sun tossed into the Storm into this ash!

Absolute unity before survival, but absolute freedom for the individual.

Such a black‑and‑white civilization is a dead nail lodged in Hongjun's system!

Since the ash can lock him down.

Old Sun will spread this ash throughout the Real Universe!

Make this blind Heaven fall into an eternal death cycle!

Is this even a fight?

This damn is trampling the Heavenly Dao ruler's skull to launch a Dimensional Reduction Strike!

"Stuck, huh?"

Wukong pulled back all his focus, staring dead at the Hongjun before him who was still acting erratically.

Old Zamao's eyes were filled with strings of garbled rule chains breaking and reassembling.

He was frantically trying to forge a new annihilation logic.

He was trying to give this spit a classification, ordered or chaotic.

"Looking for your grandpa's rules!"

Wukong twisted his blood‑stained mouth into a grimace and let out a snarl.

He suddenly lifted his foot.

Aiming at Hongjun's stiff, hollow old face.

He kicked hard, sending a powerful blow!

Bang!

A muffled thud of flesh colliding burst out.

The majestic ruler of the Heavenly Dao.

The Dao Ancestor who has been lying high in Purple Sky Palace for countless eras.

A monkey foot, caked in mud and foul sweat, stepped solidly on the bridge of the nose!

The massive force kicked Hongjun's feet off the ground, sending him sprawling backward!

The previously invulnerable Order Shield, crippled by internal logical system failure, became more fragile than a scrap of waste paper.

Crack!

The shield shattered!

Hongjun's body, purely formed from condensed laws, turned into a rag bag and flew away.

It forcefully smashed through a dozen extremely sturdy dimensional space barriers.

A rumbling thud echoed through the void.

Yao, far away, was dumbfounded.

She rubbed her eyes hard, unable to believe what she had seen.

That Hongjun, who could flatten a universe with a flick of his hand.

Kicked away by a single kick?

Kicked away using the most vulgar, lowest‑grade street brawl technique?

Wukong gave her no time to be shocked.

He didn't even bother to pick up the Golden Cudgel that fell into the void.

Bare‑torso, bare‑handed, dragging a torrent of raging golden light, he lunged upward.

While you're ill, I'll take your life!

That's what they call a rogue tactic!

"Old Zamao!"

"You damn it, aren't you the one who said you'd tear me apart with your own hands!"

"Stand up!"

Hongjun just crawled up from a pile of spatial debris, still struggling to sort out the logic of that kick.

Wukong had already leapt down.

Both knees slammed hard onto Hongjun's chest.

Pinning him firmly in the chaotic currents of the void.

Lifting a sandbag‑sized fist, he hammered him head‑first with a barrage!

There were no profound Dao arts.

There were no flashy magic power fluctuations.

All were the turtle fist used by street thugs brawling in the mortal world!

Boom!

First punch.

It directly smashed Hongjun's lofty nasal bridge!

The gray Heavenly Dao Primordial Source spurted out on the spot.

Boom!

Second punch.

It viciously shattered Hongjun's right brow bone!

This old Heaven's eternally unchanging hollow dead face finally got smashed into an extremely distorted expression.

That was the shock and anger from being humiliated to the extreme!

It was the frenzy of being beaten down on the ground by a monkey he regarded as trivial!

"Pilfering monkey..."

Hongjun's throat strained to squeeze out two words.

His voice was so harsh it could scrape a layer off one's soul.

His bony white claw shot up, gripping Sun Wukong's shoulder tightly.

His underlying system was forcibly crossing a logic error.

Attempting to bypass that phlegm loophole, he directly activated the destruction program.

The gray Silent Extinction death light on his palm began to sizzle.

As long as he catches this sliver of an opening.

Even if his system collapses halfway, he could drag Sun Wukong to mutual destruction.

But Sun Wukong never intended to let him catch his breath.

"Did I let you speak!"

Sun Wukong swung his arm backhandedly.

A solid big slap.

Smack!

The crisp slap sound pierced the Star Sea of the entire Multiverse.

This slap directly blew out the gray Heavenly Dao essence from Hongjun's mouth.

Together with the just-condensed bit of destruction death light, it was scattered on the spot.

"In this universe, living beings can cry if they want, laugh if they want!"

"You damn well insist on imposing a death rule that they must die!"

Smack!

Another big ear slap.

"Today I'll teach you what it's like to have no rules!"

Fist mixed with slap.

Old fist to flesh!

It hammered Hongjun's whole body's just-sewn order chains into inch-by-inch breakage.

The mighty Heavenly Dao will, beaten so hard it couldn't even output the code for retaliatory defense.

Reduced to a one-sided punching bag.

Yao watched from afar this absurd scene to the extreme, tears laughing out.

This is the true Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

No matter what demons and monsters, if displeased, just drag you down from the altar and beat you up!

Sun Wukong grabbed Hongjun's tattered gray collar.

He dragged that old guy's bloody, blurred face up close.

His right hand clenched tight, all remaining violent power throughout his body poured into this punch.

Preparing to completely smash his heavenly lid, ending this endless goddamn Dao dispute.

But at the critical juncture of life and death.

A sudden change occurred.

Hongjun's pair of dead fish eyes, beaten until somewhat scattered, suddenly surged with an extreme black qi.

That is certainly not the color of order Hongjun should have!

It is a kind of deathly silence aura that would instantly rot and stink upon touching the universe's underlying laws.

A pair of pallid, withered hands covered in sores.

Without warning, they tore out raw from Hongjun's chest flesh.

Pfft!

Two bone-like arms nearly reached the extreme.

Even Sun Wukong's dodging instinct couldn't keep up.

Straightly stabbed into Sun Wukong's abdomen!

Blood spurted wildly.

Excruciating pain tore the nerves.

Hongjun's Dao body melted into a puddle of rotting flesh, dripping down.

A huge, twisted face, eerily familiar.

From deep within this heap of melting Heavenly Dao flesh and blood, it slowly squeezed out.

【184> He replaced Hongjun's head.

He replaced Hongjun's head.

Facing the twisted-faced Sun Wukong, he pulled out an extremely sinister grin.

"Well fought!"

"The shell that this old thing stubbornly guarded has finally been smashed by you."

"This body is now mine."