Chapter 305: Returning with the Answer!

In that deathly silent star sea.

Sun Wukong's true form, that body which had always hovered like a boulder outside the 'Dream Ark', suddenly opened its eyes!

This time.

In his golden pupils, what burned was no longer pure, world‑conquering fighting spirit.

The flames still burned.

But deep within the flames, a bottomless vortex had appeared.

It seemed as if countless runes were being born, extinguished, deduced, and recombined within it.

Those were no longer the eyes of a warrior.

They were the eyes of one who had seen through all the board's rules and was ready to step in personally to establish a whole new set of rules… the eyes of a chess player!

Filled with endless wisdom, and a hint… of irresistible cunning!

"Wukong!"

Almost at the instant he opened his eyes, Yao Xin sensed something and turned her head in surprise.

She immediately sensed this change!

The aura of the Sun Wukong before her had completely changed!

If one were to say his former self was a divine weapon that, once drawn, must drink blood, its edge exposed, unyielding and ready to break rather than bend…

Now he is like an impenetrable sheath enveloping that divine weapon.

All his sharpness has been drawn in.

Yet he feels even more dangerous than before!

Yao's voice carried a tremor and a hint of hope.

"You… found it?"

Sun Wukong looked at her face, which had grown somewhat translucent from over‑exerting her primordial source, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of stark white teeth.

That smile was filled with unprecedented confidence.

It also carried a hint of gleeful mischief, as if about to punch a huge hole in heaven.

"Found it!"

He spoke each word deliberately, his voice not loud but resounding.

"I've found a way to make those self‑important bureaucrats play themselves to death!"

His gaze fell upon Yao's nearly collapsing 'Dream Ark'.

Looking at that refuge, barely patched together from countless dream fragments, and at Yao's eyes, filled with fatigue yet still resolute.

A feeling of indescribable heartache, mixed with a surge of scorching warmth, rose in his chest.

This foolish girl.

To protect those living beings she had never met.

To protect the illusory 'principle' that Sun Wukong spoke of.

She was truly about to burn herself out.

Sun Wukong didn't waste any more words.

He raised his hand, his broad, warm palm, and gently placed it on Yao's icy back.

Hum—!

A force, utterly different from before, flowed from his palm into her body.

It was no longer the pure, violent Equal Heaven Dao Rhythm.

Nor was it the icy power that severed all things, the void.

It was a force…… brimming with 'vitality' and 'irrationality'!

It was like the master's stubborn will in that lonely study, having failed countless derivations yet refusing to admit defeat.

It was like that sprout, stubbornly pushing through the void in the absolutely silent, heat‑dead universe, emerging as a vivid green shoot!

This power obeys no rules!

It itself is the greatest 'miracle'!

Yao's body shuddered violently.

She felt only a surge of unprecedented purity and warmth flooding instantly through her limbs and bones.

Her nearly dried‑up primordial‑source divine sea was like parched, cracked earth greeting the primordial sweet rain of creation!

The cracks in her dao foundation, caused by burning her life, were being forcibly mended and filled at visible speed by this unreasonable power!

Her once translucent, illusory body regained substance.

Her paper‑pale cheek quickly regained its color.

All of this took only a few short breaths.

Yao astonished to discover that she had not only returned to her peak condition, but even… her 【Illusory Dream】 Grand Dao,

after being washed by this power, had become tougher and more substantial than ever before!

It was as if a fragile bubble that pops at a touch had turned into a flawless, crystal‑clear gem!

She looked at Sun Wukong in disbelief.

"You…"

She realized she could no longer see through this monkey before her.

His entire demeanor had undergone a complete transformation.

No longer was he the purely reckless, headstrong defiant type.

But now he possessed a calm, strategic composure, as if he could toy with the whole board in the palm of his hand.

It seemed that this huge crisis, in his eyes, had already become an interesting puzzle that he was about to solve with his own hands.

Sun Wukong slowly withdrew his palm.

He looked at Yao, who had returned to her original state, and the smile on his face grew even more radiant.

"Silly girl."

"Remembered."

"Don't ever again do such foolish acts of burning yourself to illuminate others."

"If the sky falls, I, Old Sun, will hold it up!"

After saying that, his gaze turned sharp, sweeping over the dead-silent Real Universe shrouded in Hongjun's Order Purification storm.

"Next......"

He paused, each word striking Yao's heart like a heavy hammer.

"No need to run anymore!"

"We're about to begin......"

"Counterattack!"

Counterattack?

Yao froze.

"With what to counterattack?"

Hongjun had already become the indescribable embodiment of "Order" itself, his annihilation storm enveloping the entire Multiverse.

They are now like mice cornered by a cat, aside from barely surviving in the cracks of the Dream Realm, they have utterly no power to fight back.

Sun Wukong saw through her doubt.

His gaze slowly swept across the interior of the "Dream Ark".

Inside that ark, which Yao guarded with her life, lay the seeds of over ten thousand civilizations rescued from the brink of destruction.

At this moment, the living beings of those worlds remain curled up within the walls of their own worlds.

Through that thin membrane of the Dream Realm, they fearfully gaze at the gray storm outside that represents destruction.

They also look with reverence at the golden figure blocking the ark, a being like a god and a demon.

In the eyes of these survivors, Sun Wukong is their savior.

He is the sole hope who wields the Tiěbàng to rescue them from the apocalypse.

They offer their utmost Faith to this Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

They pray that he can lead them to triumph over the invincible "Heavenly Dao" and usher in a true rebirth.

But they will soon find out.

The savior whom they regard as a deity is about to bring them,

is a kind of rebirth they have never imagined, one that will even make them feel fear and resistance...... "Rebirth"!

Sun Wukong's gaze did not linger on those powerful cultivation civilizations or beastman empires.

His divine sense, like the most precise probe, directly penetrated the layers of world barriers.

Finally, it locked onto an utterly inconspicuous corner.

It is a civilization with an extremely primitive level of technology.

They have not even fully left their home planet.

Their individuals are so fragile they cannot withstand a single blow.

But their social structure exhibits an innate, hive-like strictness.

In Yao's and all the surviving civilizations' view, this is merely the most insignificant of the over ten thousand sparks.

It is tiny, fragile, ordinary.

Like a grain of sand in a vast ocean.

But in Sun Wukong's eyes,

this grain of sand shimmers with a kind of light that fills him with immense excitement!

Because it is a perfect piece of raw jade!

It is a blank sheet of paper, the most suitable for painting!

A corner of Sun Wukong's mouth curled up into an arc that no one could comprehend, profound and inscrutable.

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

Yet it also seemed as if he were issuing a new command to the entire universe.

"Let's start with you......"

"My first 'idle chess piece'!"