Chapter 347: Dreams are the net, the heart is the coordinates!

Yao held Sun Wukong.

The moment her hand touched his arm, her heart shuddered violently.

That feeling was not like holding a flesh-and-blood body, but like holding a stone about to crack.

Threads of cracks spread silently across Sun Wukong's Dao Foundation.

That strike was too overbearing, too decisive!

It was an attack where he burned everything he had, staking all on that one blow!

Although he shattered the prison, it also nearly exhausted all his strength, even his unshakable Dao Foundation showed signs of imminent collapse.

"Wukong, your injury..."

Yao's voice was filled with worry, her clear eyes brimming with unbearable heartache.

Sun Wukong seemed not to hear.

He just waved his hand, indicating he was fine.

A surge of qi and blood rose to his throat, which he forcibly swallowed down.

Injury?

This bit of injury counts for nothing!

As long as I can save my Master, even if my Dao Foundation is unstable, even if my body and spirit are destroyed on the spot, I, Sun Wukong, will not frown!

He paid no heed to the injury on himself that could fell any mighty being in an instant.

He slowly closed his blood-red eyes.

The whole world fell silent in an instant.

In his mind, over and over, he replayed the 'feeling' his Master's Dao Heart had last transmitted.

Cold.

Deathly Silence.

Emptiness.

As if the universe had not yet been born, time had not yet flowed, and space was merely a meaningless void.

No birth, no death.

No beginning, no end.

That was a pure, absolute 'point' before the beginning.

This is the final marker left by my Master!

"Found it!"

Sun Wukong flung open his eyes, blood-red pupils bursting with terrifying light.

His divine sense, like a bursting river of stars, in an instant, at a speed surpassing light and causality, madly swept across the entire Multiverse.

I must find it!

Find the place that matches this feeling!

His divine sense swept over one vibrant newborn world after another.

No.

Too noisy.

His divine sense swept over vast expanses of lifeless, barren cosmic ruins.

No.

Here there is the concept of 'end,' but the feeling left by my Master lacks even that.

His divine sense even probed into the cracks of spacetime, those dark abysses where light cannot reach.

Still not right!

Nothing found!

He turned the entire Multiverse inside out, from the brightest civilizational cores to the most remote Chaos corners.

Yet the result was a blank!

That feeling is like the moon in water, a flower in the mirror—you can see it, you can touch it, yet you simply cannot find it!

"Damn it!"

Sun Wukong angrily slammed a fist into the void before him!

Crack!

Space shattered with a bang, revealing the ferocious Chaos Turbulence behind.

"Where the hell is it!"

He lowly growled, his voice brimming with uncontainable anxiety and frenzy.

He was like someone who clearly knows the treasure is buried beneath his feet, yet lacks a damned map, only able to anxiously scratch his head and ears.

This feeling of having power nowhere to use is ten thousand times more agonizing than fighting Hongjun the old man for another three hundred rounds!

Just as Sun Wukong was at a loss, and the frenzy that was about to ignite his reason was about to erupt again.

A soft hand gently rested on his clenched fist.

"Great Sage."

Yao's voice was soft and gentle, yet like a clear spring, it instantly doused part of the fire in his heart.

"Perhaps..."

Yao looked at his eyes, almost spitting fire, and spoke softly.

"You shouldn't use 'seek'."

Sun Wukong stared, stunned.

He turned his head, looking at Yao, his blood-red eyes carrying a hint of confusion.

Not go look?

How can you find that bastard's lair if you don't go look for it?

Yao saw the doubt in his eyes; she showed no fear, stared directly into his eyes, and continued to explain:

"That feeling, icy, deathly silent, as if it were the beginning of all things, the first cause..."

"It has surpassed the 'space' we can comprehend, even surpassing the 'law' itself."

"It is more like a... concept."

"Since even your divine sense cannot measure its existence, it shows that it fundamentally does not lie on any physical coordinate."

"So..."

Yao paused, word by word, speaking with utmost clarity:

"Since we cannot measure with divine sense, let's sense with heart-mind!"

Boom!

Yao's words, like a thunderclap from the Jiǔtiān above, struck hard into Sun Wukong's mind!

He instantly understood!

Exactly!

How could he not have thought of that!

He had always been using his strongest method—strength, divine sense—to search for a tangible 'place'.

But the clue left by his Master was fundamentally not a 'place'!

It is an undefinable 'concept'!

Just like Yao's Illusory Dream Dao, it follows no logic, obeys no law, purely constructed from 'heart-mind'!

And precisely because of that, it was able to deceive that icy 'negation' force earlier!

To find an irrational place, one must use an equally irrational method!

"What do you mean..."

Sun Wukong's voice carried a tremor he himself hadn't even noticed.

Seeing the flame reignite in Sun Wukong's eyes, Yao's heart also surged with an unprecedented courage.

She took a deep breath and proposed a plan that even she herself considered utterly crazy and bold!

"Let me cast the spell!"

"With the entire multiverse as the scope, and the dream realms of countless living beings as nodes!"

"Cast a net woven from my Illusory Dream Dao... a heart-mind net!"

Sun Wukong's pupils contracted sharply!

"With the entire multiverse as the scope?!"

Such a move is surely too grand!

Yao's voice, however, grew ever more resolute.

"This net does not seek any energy, nor does it locate any coordinates."

"It captures only one thing!"

"That is—emotion!"

"Or rather, it is a 'concept' similar to the 'sense of withered stillness' left by his Master!"

"As long as in this universe there is any place, any being, emitting even the slightest ripple similar to that 'sense of withered stillness'!"

"My heart-mind net will surely capture it!"

"Then..."

A flash of resolve crossed Yao's eyes!

"Follow the vine to the melon, and we'll find its source!"

Sun Wukong was utterly shocked by Yao's crazy plan.

This is no longer like searching for a needle in the ocean.

This is practically like filtering the entire ocean thoroughly!

He looked at the frail figure before him, a woman who seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

He looked at her eyes, which trembled slightly from nervousness yet were filled with unwavering determination.

His heart, which had grown cold and frenzied after his Master was taken away, suddenly felt a long-lost warmth surge in.

He nodded firmly!

In those blood-red eyes, all frenzy and unease transformed at this moment into the most resolute, most overbearing killing intent!

"Good!"

One word, weighty as Mount Tai!

Sun Wukong stepped forward, standing before Yao; though not tall, his frame seemed able to uphold the heavens of the entire universe!

He bared his mouth, revealing a mouthful of stark-white teeth, his voice hoarse yet filled with undeniable overbearing authority!

"Just cast the net!"

"The heavens may collapse..."

"I, Old Sun, will hold it up for you!"