Chapter 307: Launch! The Experiment That Stakes Everything!

Boom!

It's like a red‑hot branding iron being hurled violently into ice water!

The technological civilization that Sun Wukong crudely ripped out of the Dream Ark,

the moment it came into contact with the Real Universe's cold laws, the whole world inside completely exploded!

"Alert! Alert! Detecting intrusion of an unknown higher‑dimensional will!"

"Analyzing the information carried by that will!"

"Analysis complete… Heaven! What is this!"

Their central network, a virtual world composed of countless fiber optics and quantum entanglements, fell within an instant into an unprecedented massive chaos.

Thousands upon thousands of opposing streams of thought collided wildly within their collective consciousness!

"Freedom! The deity says our thoughts should be as free as the stars! We must break all shackles!"

A faction representing absolute individualism stirred up a red Storm within the network,

their leader is a rebellious artist, brandishing a virtual paintbrush while roaring.

"Bullshit! The deity also said that the collective must follow the iron rule to survive! Survival! Survival is everything!"

"Without civilization, your freedom is a pile of dog shit!"

Another faction representing extreme collectivism turned into a cold blue data stream,

relentlessly launching a counter‑attack; their leader is a blood‑stained general.

The two ideologies, like water and fire, are mutually incompatible.

Quarrels, debates, attacks!

The civilization's collective consciousness, within just a few seconds, split into tens of thousands of different camps,

attacking each other, seemingly on the brink of self‑destruction at the level of thought!

Yao, inside the Dream Ark, watched this scene, a heart instantly rose to the throat.

It's over!

Sun Wukong's experiment failed!

These contradictory thoughts could never coexist!

Yet Sun Wukong simply watched quietly; in his golden pupils there was not a ripple, as if he had long foreseen all this.

At the instant when that technological civilization was about to utterly collapse from an internal ideological war,

a voice—neither fanatical nor cold, filled with calm and wisdom—softly resonated within their central network.

"Everyone, why can't we have both?"

It was an elderly philosopher, who had spent his life seeking the ultimate truth of the Universe.

His voice was soft, yet like a clear spring, it instantly drowned all the clamor.

"Why can't our bodies operate as precisely as the finest gears, to keep civilization alive?"

"And why can't our souls, like the brightest fireworks, freely blossom and burn in the spiritual realm?"

"A steel, absolutely orderly body."

"A free soul, filled with infinite possibilities."

"Is… this not the most perfect form?"

The philosopher's words, like a bolt of lightning, split the fog in everyone's hearts!

Indeed!

Why not?

The red, fanatical Storm halted.

The blue, cold data stream also slowed.

All the quarrels, at this moment, completely dissipated.

In its place was a kind of, like a great enlightenment, absolute Deathly Silence.

Equivalent to an hour in the outside world, time silently slipped away in their accelerated mental realm.

When the civilization's collective consciousness opened its eyes again,

A brand‑new species was born!

Yao stared dumbfounded at the world's transformation.

On the planet, every factory ran wildly with millisecond precision, boosting production efficiency by ten million times!

In the Star Port, the previously clumsy starships were swiftly dismantled and reassembled into brand‑new warships, each with a stern, orderly aesthetic,

like cans produced on an assembly line, neatly arranged in the void.

Each individual, like a perfect screw, at its post,

worked silently and efficiently, without complaint or hesitation; the whole society became a massive, heart‑pounding, precise machine!

in stark contrast to this cold Deathly Silence of the real world.

is their virtual spiritual network.

There, it was literally a boiling ocean!

The worker who a second ago was tightening screws on the assembly line may have his consciousness in the virtual world, composing a symphony capable of making stars weep!

The pilot who just moments before was precisely calculating warship routes may have his mind in a philosophical ocean,

debating with the souls of sages what lies at the edge of the Universe!

Unbridled artistic creation.

Baffling scientific concepts.

Profound philosophical speculation.

Countless sparks of chaotic, variable thoughts collide, explode, and burn wildly in this absolutely free spiritual world!

They really did it!

A shell of absolute Obedience.

A soul of absolute, unbridled Freedom.

One, a perfect "Gray Civilization"!

One, Hongjun's black‑or‑white system, an utterly undefinable, unmanageable super‑bug!

Yao felt her heart race, a chill shooting from her spine straight to the heavenly spirit canopy.

She finally understood what Sun Wukong intended to do.

This is too crazy!

It's literally playing with fire!

She turned her head, her voice trembling with an uncontrollable quiver.

"Wukong, are we really going to release them…?"

"What if… what if we fail…?"

She dared not imagine such consequences.

That would not only be the destruction of a civilization, but the total severing of their last hope!

Sun Wukong slowly turned his head, looking at Yao's eyes filled with Fear Heart Demon and worry.

His gaze was unprecedentedly firm, unprecedentedly heavy.

He shook his head, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a resolve that could move Heaven itself.

"No what‑ifs."

"My Master, that oldest man in the world who is both the smartest and the loneliest, failed a whole ten trillion times trying to deduce my sole 'possibility'!"

"He placed all his failures, all his resentment, all his hopes onto me alone!"

Sun Wukong's fist clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

"Now it's my turn."

"I too will use this first 'possibility' for those beings who refuse to be dogs, for the Master still waiting for me to return home…"

"Betting a future!"

The words fell.

He no longer hesitated a bit!

A thought stirred!

The dream barrier that Yao had built with her life, surrounding the Dream Ark,

as if erased by an invisible giant hand, silently opening a massive breach!

The cold, Deathly Silence Real Universe outside was laid bare, without reservation, before all survivors!

The newly ultimate‑evolved technological civilization received from Sun Wukong the sole and final command.

—Attack!

Buzz—

Not a trace of Fear Heart Demon.

Not a hint of hesitation.

Tens of thousands of jet‑black, sharply angular warships, their engines simultaneously spewing ghostly blue flames.

They formed the most perfect, flawless attack formation.

Orderly and silently, they sailed out of the Dream Ark's shelter.

Again, they were exposed to this death‑laden Real Universe!

The moment they appeared!

That storm of the Order Purge law, which enveloped the entire Star Sea, omnipresent, embodying Hongjun's absolute will!

Like ten‑million deep‑sea leviathan sharks that have caught the scent of blood!

From all directions, from above, below, left and right, from past and future!

Instantaneously boiling!

Frenziedly, they lunged at the tiny fleet!

The world‑shattering gray tide obscured all Starlight!

Yao subconsciously held her breath, her whole heart rising to her throat!

Sun Wukong's eyes fixed rigidly on the fleet about to be swallowed by the storm, his muscles involuntarily tensing to the limit!

Success or failure!

In this single move!