Chapter 330: then translation of chapter title

Facing Sun Wukong's Heaven-reaching murderous intent, vast enough to rend the Star Sea.

That Golden Cudgel, already turned blood-red, hovered before his brow.

The withered monk, that monster bearing a Tathagata's face, slowly opened his eyes.

No pupils.

No sclera.

It was a pair of black holes, purely composed of Deathly Silence and void.

Inside, there was no Fear Heart Demon.

No anger.

No shock.

Not even the slightest emotional fluctuation existed.

It was as if, to him, Sun Wukong's Heaven-shattering, earth-destroying blow was no different from a speck of floating dust.

This utter indifference, more than any mockery, could ignite Sun Wukong's fury!

"Playing at ghosts and gods!"

Sun Wukong's roar shook the entire Zi Xiao Gong ruins, making them tremble!

He couldn't be bothered to say another word!

To deal with this sort of wretch who has sold his Línghún to evil spirits, there is only one word——

Kill!

Hum——

The muscles on Sun Wukong's arms bulged like coiling dragons!

He poured his understanding of variables, his promise to his Master, his anger at those lost worlds,

his resolve to protect Yao, all of it, without reservation, into this cudgel!

This blow could shatter a hole in Hongjun's sea of order, called eternal and indestructible!

This blow was the utmost extremity of Sun Wukong's anger in this life and world!

The Golden Cudgel, wrapped in a domineering will to rend all, smashed down fiercely onto the withered monk's crown!

No wind.

No sound.

Spacetime, beneath this blow, utterly lost its meaning!

However!

Just as the staff shaft was about to touch that bald head,

a bizarre sight that made Sun Wukong's hairs stand on end occurred!

The Golden Cudgel passed through without any obstruction!

It was as if it had passed through a phantom that did not exist at all!

Boom——!!!

That blow, containing all of Sun Wukong's will and power, landed solidly on the earth behind the withered monk, in the ruins of the Zi Xiao Gong!

The earth, in silence, was torn open by a terrifying fissure, deep and bottomless!

The crack spread, directly splitting this shattered continent in two!

But the monk remained seated there.

Not moving a muscle.

Sun Wukong, still holding his striking stance, froze in place.

His heart sank sharply!

That feeling was like you exerting all your strength to strike a mass of illusory void!

No!

Wrong!

This isn't a matter of missing!

This damn thing isn't even the Concept of 'missing'!

It is that the opponent's mode of existence has surpassed the realm of 'being hittable'!

His power, his Dao, his everything, before the opponent, became a joke!

How could this be?!

At the moment Sun Wukong's mind and spirit were violently shaken,

The withered monk slowly raised a finger.

It was a finger, shriveled like dry firewood.

His movement was very slow, so slow it resembled an old man who has reached the end of his life, a wind-candle in its last years.

He used that finger to point far away at Sun Wukong.

Then.

He finally spoke.

That voice, hoarse as two sheets of sandpaper soaked in corpse fluid rubbing together, each syllable carried a Línghún-scraping rasp.

"Sun Wukong."

"You..."

"You are the aggregate of all Error."

The words fell.

Sun Wukong felt no attack of any kind.

No energy impact, no divine soul tremor, nothing at all.

But he suddenly discovered!

At this moment, behind him, that which was guarded by Yao's "Dream Ark,"

the tens of thousands of worlds he personally created, filled with vibrant vitality and infinite possibility—the "Gray Civilization" worlds!

Their operation, their laws, their underlying logic……

Beginning to appear, a faint, barely perceptible, disorder!

Just like, a series of supercomputers running precisely, suddenly, injected with a segment of garbage code full of bugs!

Although they could still run, that sense of smooth, unobstructed feeling disappeared!

Sun Wukong's pupils shrank sharply!

Hallucination?

Is it trying to use such lowly means to shake my old Sun's Dao heart?

"Hmph! Trivial tricks!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly in his heart, and with a thought,

The vast and mighty will of the Equal Heaven Path poured down like the Nine Heavens' galaxy, instantly enveloping those tens of thousands of worlds!

The violent, irrational "variable" force forcibly intervened!

Those just-emerged chaotic logics were instantly, by him, in the most brutal way, forcibly smoothed! Stabilized!

Seeing the myriad worlds regain stability, Sun Wukong felt certain in his heart.

Indeed!

Just some deceitful, sinister tricks!

However.

When he looked again at that withered monk, he discovered.

On that face, as dead as a corpse's, a faint, incredibly eerie arc, like a mocking smile, slowly curled up.

"Your 'protection'……"

That hoarse voice once again echoed in his heart.

"……it is precisely the root of their suffering."

Boom!

This sentence was like an intangible bolt of Chaos Divine Thunder!

Directly, it exploded in the deepest part of Sun Wukong's Dao heart!

He sensed it in terror!

His own, having just merged with Hongjun's ordering power, had become indestructible, perfectly harmonious Equal Heaven Path!

At its foundation!

That patch, eroded by "Absolute Malice," like a bone-deep ulcer, a gray "rust spot"!

Indeed……

Indeed, it expanded again by a thread!

Although, just a thread!

So tiny it could almost be ignored!

But it, indeed, expanded!

Sun Wukong's mind buzzed, a blank!

A chill, colder than being locked on by Hongjun's Judgment Spear,

a bone-piercing cold instantly shot up from his tailbone all the way to his celestial crown!

He, understood!

He, finally, understood!

This monster, fundamentally, was not attacking those worlds!

What he attacked, from beginning to end, was me, Old Sun!

Each of his words was neither illusion nor intimidation!

Rather, it was a kind of statement!

A kind of elucidating "facts," Words Follow Law!

He, was defining!

He was using a higher-dimensional method that Sun Wukong could not comprehend to define Sun Wukong's "Dao" as "error"!

Defining Sun Wukong's "protection" as the "root of suffering"!

And Sun Wukong's act of forcibly stabilizing the myriad worlds just now.

Not only did it not prove his correctness,

but rather, it actually confirmed the other's "definition" in fact!

The more he "protected"!

the "error" he represented became all the more stubborn!

The rust spot on the foundation of his Dao heart would corrode ever faster!

This is a dead end!

One where, no matter how you choose, it's wrong, unsolvable, a dead end!