Chapter 319: The End of Order

What kind of deathly silence is that?

Sun Wukong had seen Hongjun's order, which was an icy net, with struggle beneath it.

He had seen the Zeroers' erasure, which reduced everything to nothing, not even dust remaining.

But the sight before him was even more horrifying than all of that.

It was a kind of, after fulfilling all meaning and reaching the final answer, a complete, satisfied…… death.

Sun Wukong stood upon that ocean of thought.

Once, this place was countless brilliant nebulas, each star,

each a free-spirited idea, they collided and intertwined, bursting forth infinite possibilities.

And now.

Plague, spreading madly at a speed exceeding light!

Sun Wukong watched helplessly.

Those patches, once incredibly active, representing the splendid nebulas of art, philosophy, and science.

They were rapidly fading away.

Collapse!

All light, all thought, all traces of the individual, were being drawn by an irresistible force toward the same endpoint!

Finally.

Myriad stars, billions of points of light, converged into a single line.

A line, straight, without any fluctuation, icy, gray!

Absolute unity.

Absolute deathly silence.

It lay there before Sun Wukong, as if announcing the birth of a cosmic truth.

Sun Wukong's body was trembling.

A kind of, he could not control, trembling that sprang from the depths of his Dao Heart.

"I understand……"

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of a sob he himself had not noticed.

"I gave them the shell of 'order'……"

"and the core of 'freedom'……"

"Now……"

Sun Wukong raised his head, gazing at that icy straight line; the expression on his face was worse than crying.

"Now, the shell has devoured the core……"

How ironic!

How ridiculous!

He exhausted his schemes, even staking everything he had, creating this perfect "gray" civilization,

Using this "BUG" that the Hongjun system could not recognize, he ultimately broke the Heavenly Dao.

He thought he had won.

He thought he had inaugurated a brand-new era.

What was the result?

What he had created, this "ultimate weapon" designed to counter Hongjun,

unexpectedly, after defeating Hongjun, it self-evolved into…… something even more perfect and pure than Hongjun, an "absolute order"!

Hongjun's order still needed him, this "Heavenly Dao", to maintain it, to "apply patches".

And what lay before him……

It, self-perfected, a closed logical loop.

It, is the ultimate.

It, is the answer.

Laozi, has become the biggest joke in the Three Realms and Six Paths throughout history!

"No……"

Sun Wukong's teeth gritted, making a "gek-gek" sound.

"I don't believe it!"

He refuses to believe, this damn thing is the endpoint!

He refuses to believe, this dead-water-like thing is the bright heaven and earth he desires!

He suddenly raised his hand, mobilizing the 【Way of the Equal Heaven】 that had just fused the Fixed Number and the Variable, already sublimated!

That will, arrogant and unyielding, never accepting defeat.

That will, daring to pierce a hole in Heaven, pure "Unyielding"!

In his palm condensed a slender, brilliant, golden needle!

This is the essence of his "Variable" Way!

It is the foundation of his, Sun Wukong's, existence!

"Give me, Old Sun…… wake up!"

He let out a roar!

The golden needle in his hand, like the sole light slicing through eternal night, fiercely stabbed toward that deathly silent, gray line!

He wanted to use this needle to stir up towering waves in this dead water!

However.

The next second.

Sun Wukong's expression on his face had completely solidified.

The golden needle, at the moment it touched that gray line,

It stirred no ripple.

It made no sound.

It couldn't even pierce a fraction.

Just like that, strangely and silently, it merged into it.

Like a drop of scorching gold liquid dripping into a river made of mercury, icy cold.

It did not change the river.

It merely became an insignificant part of the river.

It was assimilated.

It was dissolved.

Sun Wukong's will, forged from his lifelong Dao, the 'Unyielding' will.

Before this absolute, perfect, ultimate 'Order'.

Not even a ripple could be raised.

Pfft!

Sun Wukong suddenly felt an indescribable backlash force, following that unseen connection, violently striking back at his Dao Heart!

That was not an attack!

That was an extremely cold 'correction'!

It seemed to be telling Sun Wukong that his 'Unyielding' and his 'variable' were an error.

It is a logical loophole that needs to be 'corrected'.

A force of the 'Absolute Fixed Number' that Sun Wukong had never felt began to wildly contaminate his Great Dao!

He felt that his own unruly, infinite-potential Equal Heaven Path

As if an invisible giant hand were forcibly straightening and smoothing its edges!

That feeling was ten thousand times more painful than having his body and spirit annihilated!

"Wukong, retreat quickly!"

Yao's voice, filled with unprecedented terror and anxiety, exploded in the depths of his heart!

"Your Dao... your Dao is being contaminated!"

Sun Wukong suddenly awakened!

He, as if struck by lightning, instantly severed his connection to that gray line, pulling his will back in a sorry state!

He panted heavily, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

He slowly raised his hand.

Looking at those hands that once could crush stars and shatter the Heavenly Dao.

He felt, it was different.

That spirit, born between heaven and earth, gratifying grudges, unrestrained.

It seemed... to lack a trace.

His Equal Heaven Path was no longer so pure.

As if a sharp blade had grown rust.

That icy, deathly silence, the rust of the 'Ultimate Answer'!

Sun Wukong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Not only did he fail to awaken them,

but his own 'variable' power was instead being devoured by the opponent's 'fixed number'!

What the hell kind of monster is this?!

Just then.

Sun Wukong's gaze unconsciously penetrated endless space.

He gazed toward the deepest part of the Star Sea.

He gazed toward that place, the Source of Ten Thousand Paths, long shattered and turned into chaotic ruins.

He saw it.

At the very core of the ruins.

That barrier, personally set up by his master Bodhi Patriarch, to seal the Primordial Evil.

That darkness...

It seemed...

Compared to when Hongjun just fell, it was denser, so... a trace almost imperceptible.

That trace, imperceptible, pure malice.

And with the 'sense of fulfillment' of having reached the end, a deathly silence that now blankets the entire Blue Star civilization.

Two utterly different auras.

In Sun Wukong's mind, they strangely overlapped!

One, a mad thought that made his blood almost freeze, exploded!

This is not evolution!

This isn't fucking, he himself screwed up, the endpoint of civilization evolution!

This is an invasion!

That Deathly Silence isn't order!

That Deathly Silence is... death!