Chapter 324: Absolute Malice

Master, he (old man), has deduced for billions of eons, exhausting his whole life.

Has he ever encountered the "reverse side" of this great Dao?

Has he ever found a method to counter this ultimate "corrosion"?

This question, like a most vicious poison thorn, fiercely stabbed into Sun Wukong's heart.

He raised his head, his golden pupils firmly scanning every corner of this study.

No!

Can't keep bumping around like a headless fly!

Sun Wukong forced himself to calm down!

He slowly closed his eyes, his Original Spirit sinking into an unprecedented emptiness.

His Void Seed began to throb slowly.

This time, he was not seeking that breath representing "creation" and "inclusiveness", belonging to Master's warm aura.

But rather, he was conducting a reverse search!

Searching within this ocean of knowledge, for the sole, utterly opposite to the Void Seed, absolute "discordant" sound.

Hum!

The entire study, under the sensing of his divine will, transformed into a Star Sea composed of countless points of light.

Each point of light is a deduction of Master, a drop of his painstaking effort.

They all emit, strong or weak, the same-origin aura.

Suddenly!

Sun Wukong's Original Spirit jolted violently!

He "saw" it!

In the most remote, inconspicuous corner of the study, piled with dust.

There, it seemed forgotten by all light.

There was a point.

A point that does not emit light, an absolute black point!

That is not darkness.

That is, even light disdains to devour, a pure "void"!

Found it!

Sun Wukong fiercely opened his eyes!

His figure instantly vanished from the spot!

The next moment, he had already appeared in that corner covered in spiderwebs!

Here, piled are some discarded, failed deduction drafts.

And at the very bottom of that pile of waste paper.

Sun Wukong saw the source of that "black point".

That is a dust-sealed ancient scroll.

Sun Wukong slowly reached out his hand.

His fingertip, at the moment just before touching the scroll, paused slightly.

An indescribable palpitation seeped from the scroll.

It had no power fluctuations.

But Sun Wukong's hand, at the moment of touching it.

Feeling as if he had touched a piece of absolute "vacuum".

As if all temperature, texture, and the concept of "existence" on his fingertips.

All were, in that instant, sucked away!

Been, negated!

Sun Wukong's heart sank heavily!

He did not retreat.

He grabbed the scroll and pulled it out from the waste paper pile!

The scroll bears no name.

Its material is neither gold nor jade, neither silk nor hemp.

It is simply a pure "void".

As if it fundamentally should not exist in this world.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath.

Then, he adopted a posture almost pilgrimage-like, solemn.

He slowly unfurled the scroll!

No characters.

Upon the scroll, empty as can be.

Only a single drawing, simple to the point of hair-raising.

At the center of the drawing.

Is an expanse of boundless "white".

That is not the white of light.

Nor is it the white of paper.

That is a kind of, having nothing, not even the concept of "nothing" exists, an "Absolute Blank"!

Sun Wukong's pupils stared fixedly at that patch of "white".

His divine sense, as soon as it reached out.

Then he felt that all his thoughts, all his will, were, in that instant, emptied!

He could no longer feel his own existence!

He could no longer feel the existence of this Study!

He could no longer feel the passage of time!

That patch of "white" was like a Universe-sized eraser!

Frantically erasing, his entire cognition of "existence"!

"Pfft!"

Sun Wukong violently spat out a mouthful of Original Spirit essence, in a sorry state, pulling his divine sense back!

His face turned deathly pale, he gasped heavily, his eyes filled with unprecedented shock!

What the hell is this thing!

Just a glance, his Dao Heart almost got directly zeroed!

Just then.

His gaze fell upon the edge of that "Absolute Blank".

There, written in cinnabar brush, was a tiny line of text.

The handwriting was very messy.

Even carrying a trace of undisguised trembling.

It seemed as if the person who wrote this line was enduring some unimaginable, immense Fear Heart Demon!

Sun Wukong recognized it.

That was his Master's handwriting!

He endured, suppressing the chill that almost froze his Línghún, reading it out word by word.

"Original Error, the counter of all things……"

"Its name……"

"Absolute Malice!"

Boom!

At the moment the last four words left his mouth!

Sun Wukong only felt an indescribable, icy cold to the extreme!

From the soles of his feet, like the most vicious curse, it exploded upward, rushing straight to his heavenly spirit cover!

At this moment!

He felt that he was no longer in this Study!

He felt that there was some indescribable, unspeakable, terrifying presence!

Separated by endless time and space!

Separated by this damned scroll!

Coldly, it exchanged a glance with him!

In that glance, there was no emotion.

No anger, no killing intent, no contempt.

Only pure, absolute, regarding all things as "invalid"...

Negation!

Sun Wukong's body stiffened in place, unable to move!

He felt that his Línghún had been frozen into a lump of ice!

After a long while.

Only then did he difficulty move his gaze.

Beside that line of text.

His Master also left a smaller annotation.

"This thing neither increases nor decreases, neither is born nor perishes."

"Its nature is 'Negation'."

"Upon contact, all things lose their 'meaning' and fall into 'invalid'."

"The Dao is the same."

"Dao……"

"Also the same!"

Sun Wukong repeatedly chewed those three words; in his golden pupils, all shock eventually turned into a deathly gray bitterness.

He finally understood.

He finally understood why, on his Indestructible through Eons, Vajra Indestructible Dao body, that damned "rust mark" had appeared!

He finally understood why his Way of the Equal Heaven, which overlords the ages, looks down on the Three Realms, and can even shatter Hongjun's Heavenly Dao, appeared so powerless before that gray Deathly Silence!

It wasn't that his Dao wasn't strong enough!

Nor was it that his staff wasn't hard enough!

But rather, it was the thing he faced, called "Absolute Malice"!

Its essence is to make all "Dao" meaningless!

Let all 'resistance' become ridiculous and laughable!

Let all 'existence' become ultimately 'invalid'!

Sun Wukong slowly lifted his head.

He again looked toward the scroll, at that piece of 'Absolute Blank' that filled him with despair.

That blank gradually overlapped with his memory.

He seemed to see the Blue Star Federation, those countless Living Beings, at their final moment of life, that hollow, Deathly Silence-filled gaze devoid of any light...

As it turns out.

That's how it is.

As it turns out, that's how it is...

He finally knew his enemy's name.

Absolute Malice.

But knowing it, what then?

Sun Wukong's heart could not muster even a trace of fighting spirit.

Because he knew.

This is not a war that can be won with mere hot blood and a single Tiěbàng.

He didn't even know where to start.

Just then.

A wave of malice, richer and icier than before, seeped from the scroll!

That 'Absolute Blank' seemed to sense Sun Wukong's gaze.

It actually began to expand at a slow yet steadfast speed visible to the naked eye.

Spreading toward the edge of the scroll!

It wanted to devour, along with it, the few lines of text left by Master!

Not good!

Sun Wukong was greatly alarmed in his heart!

There must still be other information left by Master on this!

He couldn't care about the terrifying chill that eroded his Divine Soul; he fiercely pinned his Divine Sense once again onto the scroll.

His eyes wildly searched beneath that blank.

There!

There really is!

At the very bottom of that blank, about to spread outward!

Master had also left behind the final line of text!

The handwriting was even messier than before!

It even carried a sense of despair, as if at the end of the road!

Sun Wukong, expending all his willpower, barely managed to make it out!

That line of text is very short.

Only a few words.

Yet it struck like a hammer capable of piercing the ages, slamming hard onto Sun Wukong's Dao Heart.

"I have already seen it."

"I...... lost."

"The sole...... Vitality......"

"It is that piece...... I used to prop up the table leg......"

"Tortoise Shell!"