Chapter 322: The Last Bulwark
No!
Sun Wukong stared at the gray rust spot on his arm; the mad flame in his eyes suddenly turned into icy resolve!
We can't let it spread any further!
This damned thing is like a drop of ink spilled on xuan paper.
As long as it remains, it will keep spreading endlessly in all directions.
Until the whole sheet is dyed a uniform Deathly‑silent black!
Sun Wukong, what are you trying to do?
Yao saw that ruthless determination in his eyes, willing to pay any price, and her heart clenched!
She had an ominous premonition!
Sun Wukong did not answer.
He merely took a deep look at the rust spot on his arm, which had already expanded by a ring.
Then his figure instantly vanished from the spot!
Yao's protest stuck in her throat; she couldn't utter even half a word!
The next moment.
Sun Wukong's figure reappeared in the Deathly‑silent outskirts of the star system where the Blue Star Federation resides.
Despite the vast distance, he could still feel it.
That nauseating, all‑negating 'end' aura of Negation was wildly self‑propagating, using the whole civilization as a breeding ground!
It grew even more intense!
Yao's figure followed close behind.
Sun Wukong, don't be impulsive!
Her voice carried a hint of pleading.
This thing is negating your Dao! The closer you get, the faster the corrosion eats you!
Sun Wukong did not turn back.
He of course knew.
But he also didn't recklessly dive in headfirst as before.
He merely hovered silently at the edge of the star system.
Like a silent stone statue guarding a tomb.
Just as Yao thought he had listened and was about to breathe a sigh of relief,
Sun Wukong slowly stretched out both his hands.
Since the 'variable' will be corroded away by you…
He muttered to himself, his voice low and deep like an undercurrent beneath ancient black ice.
Well, this old monkey will change the game!
Let you taste… your own flavor!
The words fell!
A force, utterly different from his unruly Way of the Equal Heaven, exploded!
That was not the freewheeling of the 'variable'!
That was not the lively spirit of Freedom!
That was icy cold!
That was absolute!
That was a kind of supreme, utterly pure, allowing no impurity or defiance…
Order!
It was the Primordial Source of the Heavenly Dao that he forcibly devoured from that wretched Hongjun!
It was the power of the Fixed Number that he once thought, after his promotion, he would never need again!
Hum—!
The staff that had accompanied him all his life, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff, let out a groan of being overwhelmed in his hand!
Its brilliant gold was fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Taking its place was something cold, lifeless, representing absolute order…
Ashen white!
Yao's complexion, with a swish, turned deathly pale!
What did she see?!
Sun Wukong actually actively used Hongjun's Dao!
No!
Sun Wukong, don't!
She let out a piercing, shrill scream!
She was afraid!
She was truly afraid!
She feared that Sun Wukong, in order to counter this corrosion, would eventually become another Hongjun!
However!
It's already too late!
Sun Wukong turned a deaf ear to her cries!
In his golden pupils, now only an icy, precision‑instrument‑like absolute calculation remained.
With order, lock order!
With Fixed Number, isolate Fixed Number!
Give this old Sun Wukong... a seal!
As he let out an angry shout!
That staff, now completely turned gray‑white Tiěbàng, gave a sudden shake!
Hiss!
Hiss!
Hiss!
Countless strands, thicker than stars, formed from the purest order runes—these gray‑white divine chains!
Like countless soul‑sucking giant pythons breaking free from the hell Abyss!
From the staff they burst forth wildly!
Their target points straight ahead to that Deathly Silence Star System!
That aura of heaven‑shattering, earth‑destroying!
That terrifying pressure seeking to drag everything into the absolute order Abyss!
It made distant Yao almost suffocate!
It's over!
He's gone mad!
He intends to personally destroy the world he himself created!
"Wukong——!"
Yao's eyes filled with tears of despair!
However!
The expected heaven‑shaking great explosion did not happen.
Those hundreds of millions of strands, enough to bind immortals and shackle Buddhas, tearing apart the universe's divine chains of order.
At the instant when it was about to touch the star system barrier.
Unexpectedly, strangely, it made a sudden turn!
They did not attack!
They clung to the star system's outer wall, following an incredibly precise, error-free trajectory, wildly spiraling and entwining.
One layer!
Ten layers!
Hundred layers!
Thousand layers!
Ten thousand layers!
A structure built purely from order, tightly sealed, an absolute prison!
It is rapidly taking shape in an unparalleled, magnificent posture.
The entire star system has been wrapped up inside!
Those icy chains interlocked, locked tight!
On them shimmered the most primordial law runes of Hongjun's Heavenly Dao.
Densely packed!
Making one's scalp go numb!
Yao stared dumbfounded.
He... he actually, using Hongjun's Dao, built an unprecedented, huge prison!
And imprisoned within it are……
It is the civilization he himself created, which then betrayed him and chose 'death'.
When the last divine chain of order clicked shut, the moment it fully sealed.
The entire Star Sea suddenly fell silent!
That aura, seeping from within the star system, making souls feel icy, the Negation aura.
It was forcibly cut off!
It was temporarily isolated inside that huge order prison.
Sun Wukong held high his Tiěbàng, maintaining the huge seal, and exhaled a long breath of foul air.
His complexion, however, grew even more solemn than before.
Even carrying a hint of unprecedented fatigue.
This is merely a stopgap measure.
It is drinking poison to quench thirst.
He can clearly feel it.
His own, this prison constructed from order.
It is being, by the imprisoned, that more ultimate order, slowly corroded.
His seal is like a fortress built in a vat of concentrated sulfuric acid.
Being corroded through is merely a matter of time.
Sun Wukong gazed far off at the tomb he himself had built.
Or perhaps... a prison.
His heart, a sheet of cold.
He defeated Hongjun.
But in the end, one must use Hongcheng's Dao to clean up one's own mess.
How ironic.
How ridiculous.
A thought that he himself does not want to think about, yet cannot suppress.
For the first time, it quietly surfaced in his mind.
Master.
You, having exhausted your life, oppose the 'Fixed Number'.
You have placed all your hopes on this old Sun, the greatest 'Variable'.
You have failed a hundred million times, yet still, without regret or resentment.
But...
Sun Wukong, watching that prison, which is constantly being corroded from within.
Watching the core that represents 'Freedom', after being completely devoured by the shell of 'Order',
becoming that expanse, far more terrifying than Hongjun's Deathly Silence by ten thousand times, the absolute 'End'.
His Dao Heart, for the first time, gave rise to a trace, faint yet extraordinarily clear... a crack.
Could it be...?
The 'Variable' pursues that so-called 'Freedom' and 'Possibility'.
From the very beginning.
It is... wrong?
End of Chapter
