Chapter 306: Boss, it's time for the

Counterattack?

Those two words detonated in Yao's mind, raising a colossal wave.

She widened her beautiful eyes, looking at the Sun Wukong before her with utter disbelief.

What to counter with?

Hongjun's old rag has already discarded his true body, turning into the all‑pervasive Order itself.

That all‑encompassing gray Storm is his will, his slaughtering blade.

Before this rule strike that blankets the entire Multiverse, they are like mice cornered by a cat in a dead end.

Aside from scrambling for breath in the crevice of this Dream Ark, even a breath feels a luxury.

How to counter?

By arm‑wrestling the laws of the whole Universe?

That's not a counter, that's a suicide!

Seeing Yao's face filled with shock and worry, Sun Wukong instead smiled.

He smiled brilliantly, flashing a set of stark white teeth.

"Fighting and killing is so boring."

He extended a finger, pointing far into the gray Storm outside that could drive any Living Being to despair, his tone laced with disdain.

"Clashing head‑on with this rule‑bound, dead‑head is too degrading."

Sun Wukong patted his sturdy chest, squinted at Yao, brimming with confidence.

Rest assured!

"This is called 'Thought Steel Seal', a slick trick learned in the Master's study, perfectly suited, cures all ailments!"

His tone was as relaxed as if discussing what to eat for dinner tonight.

But those words, landing in Yao's ears, only left her more confused.

Thought Steel Seal?

Slick trick?

What on earth is this?

Combat, can it even be done in such an unheard‑of manner?

Sun Wukong gave no further explanation.

Because no matter how exquisite the words, they can't match a single, reality‑shaking, on‑site lesson!

His gaze instantly sharpened like an eagle!

The next moment, that sea‑like Original Spirit power surged from his body like a breaching dam!

But this time, his target wasn't the world‑ending Storm outside.

It was the Dream Ark behind him, the one Yao guards with her life and dreams!

His divine awareness, like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly enveloped the entire Ark.

His gaze swept over the civilizations that survived the apocalypse.

There were the Orc Empire, clad in heavy armor, worshipping strength and glory.

There were the ethereal cultivation sects that could stir the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

There were the Galactic Federation, piloting starships across the Star Sea.

These civilizations were all powerful.

But in Sun Wukong's eyes, they were all too "mature".

Their "Dao" had become fixed, like baked bricks—solid, yet lost their malleability.

His divine awareness, like the most precise probe, pierced layer after layer of world barriers, skimming one powerful world after another.

Finally, his gaze settled on an inconspicuous corner of the Ark.

It was an exceedingly tiny world.

A primitive civilization whose technology had just reached the threshold of interstellar travel.

Their spacecraft were clumsy and laughable.

Their society was loose and chaotic, filled with all sorts of strange, conflicting ideas.

Their individuals were fragile beyond repair.

In Hongjun's black‑or‑white judgment system, such a civilization was the quintessential "Disorder",

a trash that must be eliminated immediately, the ultimate viral source of chaos.

But in Sun Wukong's eyes.

This tiny, fragile, chaotic civilization was like an uncarved jade.

A pristine blank sheet, perfect for bold brushstrokes!

"Let's start with you..."

A inscrutable, profound curve lifted at the corner of Sun Wukong's mouth.

"My first 'Idle Piece'!"

The moment the words fell!

His will descended!

No thunder, no lightning, no heavens cracking.

His will, like silent spring rain, silently nourished, instantly seeped into this civilization's "Mother Network".

He was like a top‑tier hacker, silently obtaining the highest permissions to all information of this world.

He was like a gently persuasive mentor, standing at the civilization's crossroads, ready to guide these lost Living Beings toward a brand‑new path.

At this very moment.

On this world called "Blue Star".

A young physicist, in a laboratory, is racking his brain for a brand‑new energy formula.

A rebellious street teen, spraying paint on a cold wall, vents his dissatisfaction and anger.

An ambitious politician, in the council hall, passionately fights for his faction's interests.

Each of them is immersed in their own world.

Chasing their own Dream, fulfilling their own worth.

Also creating, in Hongjun's eyes, a lethal "Chaos".

Right at this moment.

A voice, a grand, solemn voice, yet tinged with a strange warmth,

suddenly resonated deep in each of their minds, all at once.

"Individual thought is the Universe's most precious wealth, and should shine freely like the stars."

Boom!

Those simple words exploded like a mental bomb throughout the entire civilization!

In the lab, the physicist's pen fell to the floor with a clack.

On the street, the teen's hand gripping the spray can froze mid‑air.

In the council hall, the politician opened his mouth, only to realize he'd forgotten his next line.

The whole world seemed to have hit the pause button.

Everyone was stunned.

Because that voice, though sounding inside the mind, was as clear as if right beside the ear.

More importantly, those words struck each of their hearts!

Freedom!

Isn't that exactly what they've spent their lives pursuing?

Yet before they could recover from this sudden shock,

that voice sounded again.

Only this time, the voice lacked a hint of warmth and added an undeniable, icy logic.

"But the continuation of civilization is the only soil where thought can shine."

"To protect this soil, the collective must follow the most efficient rules."

If the first sentence was a flame that ignited everyone's yearning,

then the second sentence is a bucket of ice water, dousing the unrealistic Illusion and bringing the biting chill called "Reality".

Indeed.

If the skin is gone, where will the hair attach?

If civilization is destroyed, how can we even talk about any damned individual Freedom?

An unprecedented contradiction, a profound self‑Doubt, spreads wildly through this civilization's collective consciousness.

Just as they were mired in a dilemma of struggle and pain,

that voice, like a final verdict, gave the sole answer.

The voice rang through every corner of the planet, imprinting itself in the deepest part of every Living Being's Línghún!

"Freedom's Línghún is housed within the shell of order."

"This is the only path to eternity!"

The words fell silent.

The grand voice receded like the tide.

The entire Blue Star civilization fell into an unprecedented, absolute Deathly Silence.

The factories' roar ceased.

The city's clamor vanished.

The online disputes also quieted.

Billions of Living Beings, at the same moment, lifted their heads, gazed at the sky, and fell into contemplation.

That is not confusion.

It is a profound tranquility, like a great enlightenment, that arises after finding the ultimate answer.

The seed has already been sown.

Sun Wukong slowly withdrew his divine consciousness.

He looked at the world, now silent yet seemingly undergoing an epic metamorphosis, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Wukong, you..."

Yao, watching the scene before her, spoke with worry.

This direct interference with a civilization's thought gave her an instinctive unease.

"Just a new lesson."

Sun Wukong grinned, that Smile carrying a hint of wildness and the frenzy of an upcoming spectacle.

"Now..."

"It's time to hand in the test!"

Before the words finished!

In Yao's eyes, shocked to the extreme!

Sun Wukong suddenly thrust out his hand, his golden divine power turning into a sky‑covering giant palm that reached into the Dream Ark!

He did not hesitate at all, and in one grab seized the fragile technological civilization that had just finished his "Thought Lesson"!

Then!

Just like throwing a stone!

He forcefully tore this world out of the Dream Ark's absolute protection!

Immediately, with a fierce swing, toward the outside world that could devour everything, representing Hongjun's absolute will…

gray Storm, he threw it away!