Chapter 311

On Hongjun's ice‑sealed face, that crack — like a wound that never heals — was deeply etched into his law‑bound body.

On Hongjun's ice‑sealed face, that crack, like an unhealing scar, was deeply imprinted on his lawful body.

Make sure to keep meaning, not add extra. We'll produce concise.

He did not respond.

Even that towering fury oddly receded.

But Sun Wukong could feel it.

Deep within the golden sea of law, an icy killing intent far more terrifying than any storm was brewing wildly.

Just like a frantic programmer, after discovering his perfect system had been tangled into a mess by a rogue hacker, he abandoned all thoughts of repair.

He now only wants to do one thing.

He crawled along the network line.

Strangle that damned bastard!

"Hey, old man."

Sun Wukong's voice was languid, full of endless mockery, crossing endless time and space, directly echoing in Hongjun's Dao Heart.

"Is the patch done?"

"Want to... try rebooting again?"

This provocation, like the final straw, completely crushed the little remaining pride of Hongxiongjun as the Heavenly Dao.

Given the context, it's clearly referring to Hongjun. The glossary only includes Hongjun. I think it's safe to treat it as Hongjun and translate as Hongjun. The instruction says we must not add or omit information; but correcting a typo could be considered adding? However it's obvious it's a typo; but we are not supposed to guess. However the line includes 'Hongxiongjun'. If we translate as Hongjun, we are changing the text. That's not allowed. We must keep the exact characters. So we need to translate the characters as they appear. We'll need to produce an English rendering of 'Hongxiongjun'. Since it's not a person name in the glossary, we need to decide: Is it a person name? It appears to be a name (maybe a variant). The rule: Use pinyin for a person's actual name. So we should treat it as a name and transliterate: 'Hongxiongjun'.

But we also have 'as the Heavenly Dao's pride'. So the translation is: 'This provocation, like the final straw, completely crushed the little remaining pride of Hongxiongjun as the Heavenly Dao.'

We'll go with that.

He, lost.

Better: "He lost."

On the battlefield of thought, he suffered a crushing defeat, his body battered and bruised.

But losing does not mean he will admit it!

Hongjun's "purification" action, by now, exists only in name.

Those gray civilizations he regarded as "trash", "viruses", "heterodoxy", not only were not eradicated,

but instead displayed an unprecedented, eerie vitality in this silent universe.

The Blue Star Civilization that Sun Wukong first deployed, their black fleet did not stop there.

After confirming that Hongjun's law storm was ineffective against them, they immediately began the second phase of action.

Countless detectors flashing with azure light, like dandelion seeds, were launched from their mother ship.

Their goal was not conquest, not plunder.

But rather... propagation!

They seek those worlds still clinging to life under the iron hoof of Hongjun's Order Heavenly Net, numb and struggling!

…… -> ……

"Silent Star Domain."

This is one of the most "perfect" exemplars under Hongjun's rule.

In this star domain, there are over a hundred worlds.

But each world is as if carved from the same mold.

No mountains, no rivers.

All surfaces have been polished smoother than a mirror.

All living beings lack independent form; they are semi‑energy, semi‑crystal lifeforms, repeating the same trajectory day after day.

Gathering energy, transferring energy, maintaining the world's "absolute stability".

They have no thought.

No emotion.

No names.

They are the most loyal servants of "Order", the most perfect "parts" of Hongjun.

For countless eons, never a single error.

Until today.

A strangely shaped, entirely black detector drifted silently to the outside of this "absolute silence" star domain.

It did not intrude.

It was merely like a passerby, quietly hovering at the edge of the star domain.

Then, a faint signal, almost imperceptible, was emitted.

In that signal, there was no energy, no law.

Only a sentence.

A sentence, uttered by the elderly philosopher of the Blue Star Civilization, a ultimate question from the soul.

【Who are you?】

This question, like a stone tossed into dead water, sent ripples imperceptible through this silent star domain.

"Silent Number Three World."

A crystal living being designated "Gengjin 735" was faithfully running along its trajectory set for hundreds of millions of years.

Its task is to maintain the energy balance of the world's core, with an error rate must be less than one in a billion.

Its life is a straight line from start to finish.

Clear, definite, allowing no change.

Just then.

That question from beyond the starry sky lightly struck its "consciousness".

The body of "Gengjin 735" jerked to a halt.

This was the first time since its birth that it deviated from its trajectory, even by a mere 0.001 mm.

Who... am I?

A thought, a thought it has never possessed and cannot comprehend, just like that, sprang out of nowhere!

I am "Geng Jin 735".

I am part of the "Silent No. 3 World".

I am a "Component" of "Order".

Countless standard answers flash wildly within its core program.

But that question, like the most stubborn virus, clings tightly in its consciousness, impossible to shake off.

【You are who?】

Boom!

It seemed something exploded deep within its Línghún!

In its eyes formed of pure energy, for the first time, a glimmer named "confusion" flickered.

【I… am I?】

This thought is like the first spark of flame.

Though weak, it ignited on this wasteland frozen for billions of years!

Immediately after.

The probe uttered a second sentence.

【You, who do you wish to become?】

"Geng Jin 735" became completely motionless.

It resembled a statue, dumbly hovering Mid‑Air, having completely forgotten its "mission".

Its "core", composed of countless precise runes, spun wildly at an unprecedented speed, nearly burning out from overload!

It began to "think".

It began to Doubt.

It started, deep within, to outline possibilities beyond being a "Component".

Perhaps I could become a ray of light?

Perhaps I could emit a sound that is my own?

Perhaps…

It quietly split off a thread of energy that no one could detect.

Within its crystal body, it mimicked the shape of an "Error Form" erased by "Order" from its memory.

It secretly carved a small, clumsy… flower for itself.

The spark has already ignited.

And such an "Awakening" is not an isolated case!

The probe from "Blue Star" was like a wandering prophet, spreading the deadly "Thought Plague" to every corner of the "Silent Star Domain".

One numb "Component" after another began to halt and gaze at the starry sky.

One enslaved Línghún after another, bound for billions of years, sparked a "Self" flame deep within.

On the surface, they still maintained that numb, orderly demeanor, continuing to play the most perfect "servant" in Hongjun's eyes.

But their hearts have already surged with a colossal wave!

This change is silent and unseen.

Yet it is more terrifying than any divine skill or magical artifact!

Because it cannot be defended against!

It cannot be purified!

It undermines Hongjun's rule from the foundation and the mind!

Source of Ten Thousand Paths.

On Hongjun's crack‑filled face, his expression, for the first time, shifted from icy anger to a hint of horror!

He can feel it clearly.

The law connection between himself and the "Silent Star Domain" is becoming… unstable!

It's like taut strings beginning to show slight looseness!

The "perfect" star domain he once wielded like an arm now feels somewhat… blurred!

Immediately thereafter.

This "Rust" and "Collapse" began to spread wildly like a plague!

Silent Star Domain, Return‑to‑Void Star Domain, No‑Light Star Domain…

More and more worlds he deems "Absolute Territory" are showing the same problem!

His "Order" Heavenly Net, that covers the entire Multiverse, his proud flawless masterpiece!

At this moment, it is spewing conspicuous rust over vast areas at a visible speed!

He feels like a nation's ruler.

He watches his subjects, one by one, under the corrosion of enemy thoughts, turn toward the foe and ready to rise!

He can sense his grip on the Multiverse slipping away at a terrifyingly rapid, heart‑pounding pace!

This monkey!

What on earth did he do!

Hongjun's Dao Heart, that eternal, absolute Fixed Number Dao Heart, at this moment, snapped again!

Another crack has appeared!

And this time, with the crack comes an emotion he has never experienced, a feeling utterly unfamiliar to him.

An emotion named Fear Heart Demon!

He finally understood!

Sun Wukong, this "virus source", still exists; his world will never have peace!

This monkey is like an indestructible, infinitely evolving super-virus!

You seal this loophole, and he can instantly create ten new loopholes!

You upgrade the firewall, and he can immediately throw your entire system off course!

Against such a rule‑breaking fool, playing by rules, playing strategies?

Damn it, that's practically self‑inflicted disgrace!

Under extreme anger and Fear Heart Demon!

Hongjun finally gave up all roundabout, all self‑righteous, "proper" means!

He lost, he's not playing anymore!

Flip the table!

He wants to flip this damned chessboard!

His gaze, overlooking the ages, cold and ruthless, at this moment, all laws, all orders, all deductions, faded away!

Replacing them were pure, frenzied killing intent, condensed from billions of years of grudges — a heaven‑flooding killing intent!

His gaze pierced endless spacetime, pierced the mist of laws, pierced the barrier Yao built with the Dream Realm!

Firmly!

Firmly locking onto that figure, arms crossed, wearing a look of watching the show, a golden silhouette!

"Sun……Wukong……"

A voice so cold it could freeze the Línghún echoed throughout the Star Sea!

That was no longer the grand Dao Sound of the Heavenly Dao!

That was a roar of endless hatred, belonging to Hongjun himself, a vengeful roar!

"The game is over!"

"Old man, I will have you die!"