Chapter 315: Shattered

Staff.

Spear.

In this expanse, where all matter and laws have been completely erased, an absolute Deathly Silence void.

In a manner that transcends all concepts and all understanding.

Collided!

No sound.

Really, not a single sound.

Not the earth‑shattering roar imagined to shatter countless star rivers.

Nor the dazzling light that could illuminate the entire Chaos Realm.

Nothing at all.

Deathly Silence.

Absolute Deathly Silence.

As if the entire Multiverse, at this moment, had its mute button pressed.

All beings, whether at the far end of the Star Sea, piloting an ark, or Yao, tense enough to almost crush her Divine Soul.

Or those ancient, unspeakable beings hidden in deeper dimensions, spying on this ultimate battle.

At this moment, they can neither hear nor see anything.

But they all feel it.

A kind of ultimate… shiver, originating from existence itself, from the root of the Dao!

Right at the point where the staff and spear made contact, at a moment that cannot be measured by time.

A Rift appeared.

It is not a spatial Rift.

Nor a temporal Rift.

It is a pure, black, "void" Rift.

It is like the sharpest knife, fiercely carving a line upon the Universe's most perfect scroll!

A scar that can never be healed, forever grotesque!

The Rift, centered on the impact point, began to spread wildly across the entire Universe!

Where it passes.

Space‑time, like fragile glass, silently shattered into the most insignificant dust.

Laws, like burnt strings, emitted a silent wail, losing all meaning.

Past, present, future… all timelines, before this Rift, were churned into a chaotic slurry!

Immediately after.

Crack.

A sound so faint it was almost nonexistent finally rang out.

It was… the sound of something shattering.

Hongjun's face, formed from the entire Universe and filled with hysterical madness, froze instantly.

He, in disbelief, widened his eyes that were larger than a Star System.

Staring intently at that spear, locked in a struggle with Sun Wukong's iron rod… the Order Judgment Spear!

His Dao!

All of him!

His spear tip, which had gathered the ultimate edge of "Absolute Correctness", after colliding with that unreasonable, self‑willed iron rod…

A Rift finer than a needle tip appeared.

Then.

This Rift, like the most venomous curse, instantly spread throughout the entire spear!

Crack!

Crack crack!

That spear, reputed to judge eternity and erase all variables, the ultimate execution device.

That spear, which gathered Hongjun's countless ages of Dao Fruit, burning the entire Fixed Number Universe Primordial Source, a supreme divine artifact!

Against Sun Wukong's staff, wielded solely for Self and Unyielding!

Inch! Inch! Shatter! Split!

Golden law fragments, like fallen fireworks, peeled off the spear piece by piece, scattering.

Each fragment represents the collapse of a "Truth" defined by Hongjun!

No!

Impossible!

Why?!

Hongjun's Dao Heart, at this moment, let out a silent, hysterical roar!

He cannot comprehend!

He cannot accept!

His strike, which gathered the entire Universe's Fixed Number, was absolutely crushing in terms of power magnitude!

His Dao, after billions of deductions, proven as the "Only Correct" ultimate order!

Why?!

Why did I lose?!

Why did I lose to such a crude, utterly unreasonable iron rod?!

Why did I lose to such a force, swung purely for 'self' and 'satisfaction', a savage power?!

This is illogical!

This violates the Dao!

However, as his gaze pierced the shattered storm of law and once again saw clearly the monkey's eyes...

Hongjun, that Dao Heart frozen for aeons, beating solely for 'order', shuddered violently!

He seemed to have somewhat understood.

In those golden eyes, there was no calculation, no scheming.

No compassion for all beings, no hope for the future.

Only... purity!

Pure to the point of being utterly untainted, wild!

A kind that neither heaven and earth can stop, nor gods and buddhas can suppress—the most primal, most instinctive, untamable!

That is something he can never comprehend, never quantify with 'order', never deduce with 'logic'.

Damn it, it's a... heart!

A heart born rebellious, never yielding... a monkey heart!

So that's how it is...

So this is how it is...

Hongjun lost.

It wasn't a loss to Sun Wukong's schemes.

Nor was it a loss to the so-called 'variable' Great Dao.

He lost to that feeling which, from the start, he had scorned and despised most—a feeling he could never possess.

That unreasonable, 'alive' feeling!

Boom——!!!

At the instant his Dao Heart utterly collapsed!

The judgment spear, already shattered more than half, could no longer hold its form—with a 'boom' it exploded completely into a sky-filling shower of golden light!

And Sun Wukong's iron rod, unstoppable, bearing his lifelong defiance!

Its momentum undiminished!

In a posture as domineering as the act of cleaving heaven and earth!

Heavily!

Fiercely!

It smashed onto Hongjun's vast, indescribable form, the very construct of the entire universe!

Bang!!!

This time, the sound echoed across the Star Sea!

It was a clear, cracking sound, like the finest porcelain struck by a tremendous hammer!

Hongjun's already frozen face, mad and incredulous.

With a 'crack'.

A crack silently appeared from his brow.

Then.

Like a spiderweb, it spread frenziedly across his entire body!

Cracks, more and more!

Growing denser!

That towering figure representing 'Heaven' and the supreme 'Order'.

Under the gaze of Sun Wukong's icy, indifferent golden eyes.

Finally.

Could no longer hold up.

It exploded apart!

His massive body disintegrated into countless primordial golden sigils of order.

Like a vast, sorrowful golden snowstorm sweeping the entire multiverse!

Heaven.

Shattered.

Sun Wukong hovered silently in the void, gasping heavily.

That blow just now had nearly drained all his strength.

He watched the golden sigils scattering across the sky, beholding the magnificent sight of an old era's end.

Yet his face showed no joy whatsoever.

He simply raised slowly the golden cudgel he still gripped tightly in his hand.

Did I win?

Yeah, I won.

I, Old Sun, personally smashed this heaven to pieces.

However.

At this moment.

An anomaly suddenly arose!

Those golden order runes, scattering and flying about, were about to return to the cosmic primordial source.

It seemed they were pulled by an irresistible, terrifying suction.

They actually stopped dissipating.

Immediately, they reversed direction.

Like weary birds returning to the forest, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Madly.

No!

That was not an active gathering.

That was more like being forcibly devoured by a more overbearing, more hungry will.

And the source of that suction was not Sun Wukong.

It was… the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

Buzz—!!!

The Golden Cudgel emitted an unprecedented, intense buzzing.

It was craving.

It was hungry.

It was devouring Hongjun's Dao.

Sun Wukong's pupils shrank sharply.

He wanted to let go, but horrifiedly discovered.

His hand seemed to be completely welded to this iron rod, unable to break free.

The endless, supremely pure 'order' primordial source, through the Golden Cudgel, madly surged into his body.

His meridians, his divine soul, his Way of the Equal Heaven.

All under the impact of this terrifying force he could not control, emitted a groan unable to bear the burden.

"Damn!"

Sun Wukong only had time to utter this word.

A wave of unprecedented, heart-rending pain instantly engulfed him.

He watched helplessly.

That staff in his hand, which had accompanied him his whole life, the entirely crimson-gold Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff.

After devouring the sky-full of 'order' runes.

On the staff's body, that familiar gold was gradually fading.

Being replaced by.

It was a kind of icy, deathly silent, heart-pounding...

Ashen white!