Chapter 321

Pfft!

Sun Wukong's figure, as if being harshly flung out by an invisible centrifuge,

In a sorry state, he flew backward out of the Blue Star Federation's deathly silent Primordial Source core!

He staggered a few steps, barely managed to stand firm; his face was an unprecedented pallor.

It seemed as if all divine light had been drained in that instant.

"Wukong!"

Yao's figure instantly appeared, grabbing hold of his swaying, about-to-fall body.

The moment her hand touched Sun Wukong's arm, it shuddered as if struck by electricity!

Ice-cold!

That is not the temperature a flesh-and-blood body should have!

But rather a kind of cold, like metal after billions of years of universal freezing, deathly silent and ice-cold!

Sun Wukong did not speak.

He slowly raised his own arm.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted into the most dangerous needle-points!

On his arm.

There appeared a gray spot the size of a fingernail cap.

That was not a stain.

Nor was it a scar.

It was like a piece of ordinary iron, weathered by wind and rain, inevitably developing a… rust spot under time's erosion.

Sun Wukong frowned, his golden mana surging like a raging torrent, wildly scouring that spot!

He wanted to wipe it away!

However!

His mana, as if striking a nonexistent reef, was silently diverted to both sides.

That gray rust spot remained utterly unmoved!

It seemed as if it didn't even exist in this dimension!

Sun Wukong's heart sank sharply!

Something even more terrifying happened!

He felt that his vast, sea-like power, as it flowed over that spot,

there was, incredibly, a minuscule thread.

being…… sucked away!

That feeling was like an intact bucket being pierced with an invisible, tiny hole.

The water was leaking out, drop by drop, incessantly!

This plague!

Not merely contamination!

But also devouring!

"This is……"

Yao stared at that eerie rust spot, her beautiful eyes filled with unprecedented shock and fear!

She recalled the ancient knowledge fragments inherited from the "Gardener".

"This is not rust……"

Her voice carried a tremor she herself hadn't even noticed!

"Wukong, this is…… the Negation of the Dao!"

The Negation of the Dao?

Sun Wukong abruptly lifted his head and looked at Yao.

"What does that mean?"

"What it means is," Yao said, staring dead‑eyed at the slowly expanding rust spot, enunciating each word, "It is…… negating your very existence at its source!"

"The more you resist, the more you strike it with your Dao, the clearer it can pinpoint your 'existence,' and then more precisely…… negate you!"

"Your Way of the Equal Heaven is the extreme of 'variables.'"

"And it is the concrete manifestation of the 'endpoint.'"

"It is turning your Dao, your existence, your meaning, all into…… useless scrap iron through rust!"

Sun Wukong fell silent.

His Monkey Heart, which fears neither heaven nor earth and dares to drag the Jade Emperor down from his throne.

For the first time, he was enveloped by a bone‑chilling cold.

He finally understood that this enemy was unlike any opponent he had faced before.

Hongjun wants order, he wants control.

It's a war between kings—lose, and you'll either be locked up or killed.

Those who seek to reset want erasure, they want cleansing.

It's a battle between programmers and viruses—worst case, they both destroy each other.

And this thing before us...

It wants nothing.

It does not want your submission.

It doesn't want your life.

It even is too lazy to judge you.

It simply, quietly, tells you a cold fact.

You are wrong.

Your existence itself is an Error.

Now it wants to "correct" this Error.

Sun Wukong, for the first time, felt true powerlessness.

It's not that you can't defeat it.

But… there's nowhere to fight.

The opponent is not an entity, not a will, not even a definite enemy.

It is a rule.

A phenomenon.

A kind of ongoing, irreversible, Universe‑scale "entropy increase"!

How can you fight a plague?

How can you smash an active mathematical formula?

Yao's heart clenched tightly.

She had never seen Sun Wukong in such a state.

In his eyes there was no anger, no defiance, not even that signature unruliness.

In its place was a kind of bewilderment when facing the unknown, when faced with the unsolvable…

Like a fierce tiger accustomed to solving every problem in the jungle with its claws and roars.

Then one day, it was thrown into an endless desert with no food, no enemies, only an eternal sunset.

All its power, all its pride, became meaningless.

This bewilderment hurt Yao more than his defeat or his severe injury.

She knows that the all‑powerful Great Sage Equal to Heaven's Dao Heart is being corroded!

Sun Wukong lowered his head and looked at his own hands.

On the backs of those hands.

At some point, two larger gray rust spots also appeared.

His Dao body, his Indestructible through Eons, Vajra Indestructible physique.

It is rotting inch by inch from within.

Deathly Silence.

Suppressed Deathly Silence.

Sun Wukong stood there silently, motionless, as if he had become a statue without Línghún.

Time seemed to have passed a long while.

And yet it seemed only an instant had passed.

Suddenly.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath.

That breath was drawn long and deep.

As if to inhale all the cold and Deathly Silence of this Star Sea into his lungs!

Then.

He slowly raised his head.

In those golden pupils that had once become bewildered.

All the confusion, all the powerlessness, were burned away at that moment!

In their place were two blasts of light more terrifying and crazier than a Star explosion—sky‑splitting murderous radiance!

He smiled.

He smiled with an extremely ferocious grin.

He smiled with unparalleled exhilaration!

"Heh…"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Interesting…"

"Really damn interesting!"

Yao, startled by his sudden change, stepped back half a step, looking at him in confusion.

"Wukong, you…"

Sun Wukong ignored her.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his slightly cracked lips.

Those eyes, reignited with flame, stared fixedly at the two spots on the backs of his hands that were continuously corroding him, the deadly rust spots.

That gaze didn't seem to be looking at any terrifying plague.

It was more like looking at… two dishes that sparked his endless interest, delicious delicacies!

"My old Sun's Dao is 'Variable'."

"This thing's Dao is 'Endpoint'."

"Variable will be 'rusted' away by the Endpoint…"

He muttered to himself, as if speaking to himself, and as if announcing something to this heaven and earth.

"Well..."

The corner of his mouth split into a wildly extreme, provocative arc!

"What if, I, Old Sun, am not using the Dao of Variables?"

"What if, I, Old Sun, am using a Dao that even your damn 'endpoint' has no right to touch, no right to define?"

His words fell!

Sun Wukong clenched his fist fiercely!

That icy, deathly silent, negating power was forcibly suppressed by him within his body!

He no longer tried to clear it, no longer futilely resisted!

Instead, he chose to temporarily coexist in a more overbearing, more irrational way!

He looked at Yao, whose golden eyes held an unprecedented clarity and resolve.

"Yao, give me the Dharma Protector!"

"I, Old Sun, need to find something!"

"One…… that can truly counter this thing, a true antidote!"