Chapter 369: I, the Heavenly Disaster

The instant the spoken words fell.

No earth‑shattering law collisions.

No world‑destroying energy explosion.

The ink‑black "Negation" seed that Sun Wukong pressed onto the golden portal.

When it touched the ultimate Prison made of "Absolute Order", not even a trace of repulsion occurred.

It was like a seed that had drifted for billions of years, finally finding its destined, most fertile soil.

Snort—

A faint sound.

The seed instantly took root!

It burrowed into the cold, solid, impurity‑free golden Order divine chain!

The next moment.

A bizarre scene that stunned the mastermind perched above ten thousand paths unfolded!

Centered on that seed, countless roots blacker than ink and deeper than void erupted wildly!

They resembled living vipers, crawling across the colossal golden portal at a visible speed!

Greedily and madly, they absorbed the two opposite yet equally extreme forces that formed the portal!

Golden Order!

Gray Imprisonment!

Those two forces, which should have been its nemeses, at this moment became its best nourishment!

"What… is this?"

The supreme will, for the first time within its Concept, manifested an emotion called "Incomprehension."

It could not comprehend everything happening before it.

Negation and Order are the two most powerful weapons in its hand.

One to erase "Error."

One to construct "Correctness."

These two forces are like water and fire, light and darkness—absolute opposites that can never coexist.

Yet now…

This monkey actually used Order's Prison as soil for Negation?

He combined his two weapons and planted a flower for himself?!

This is no longer provocation.

This is a … it cannot understand, cannot calculate, nor tolerate … desecration!

A fundamental subversion and mockery of the "Truth" it defined!

Yet Sun Wukong, as the instigator, treated it like an ordinary trivial act.

He did not look again at that void.

Nor did he pay attention to the golden portal being rapidly overtaken by black roots.

He simply patted his rear.

Then, he sat down cross‑legged.

He sat firmly before the portal that had once brought him great shame, steady and composed.

He closed his eyes.

He sank all his mind and spirit into that wildly growing "Negation" seed.

Buzz!

Sun Wukong's Divine Soul, the instant it touched that force, felt a resistance and tearing that sprang from the Primordial Source.

It was the natural opposition of "Existence" and "Void."

The former him would likely have been torn, assimilated, and ultimately completely "Negated" by that force.

But now…

"Hey."

A light laugh rose in Sun Wukong's heart.

His reforged Monkey Heart merely twitched lightly.

A brazen, unreasonable No Regret surged forth with a roar.

It did not confront the Negation force.

Nor did it attempt to eradicate it.

It merely, like a mountain‑lord bandit, planted a flag bearing "Er Lao Sun" atop this Negation territory!

This land is mine from now on!

The instinctual black force that seeks to Negate everything strangely stalled the instant it met this "Rogue" will.

It seemed like a precise program that suddenly encountered an unidentifiable, undeletable "malware."

Kill—cannot kill.

Chase—cannot chase away.

It can only watch helplessly as this "malware" sets up camp on its core territory and even begins… to raze houses!

"Since it can't be avoided, turn it into Er Lao Sun's own thing!"

Sun Wukong's idea is simple and brutal!

He even began actively dissecting and cultivating this supposedly lethal Negation force!

It's like a madman immune to a hundred poisons, grabbing a handful of arsenic—not to antidote, but to savor it as a meal!

How audacious!

That Supreme Will finally recovered from its shock and erupted with thunderous fury!

It absolutely cannot tolerate its power being defiled and stolen by a mere ant!

It must be severed!

The connection between that seed and itself must be cut immediately!

A grander, purer Negation force, spanning time and space, struck down at the seed's origin!

However, that strike missed.

No!

It wasn't a miss!

Rather, it was horrified to discover it cannot cut!

That tiny seed now forms an incredibly bizarre yet incredibly stable… symbiotic cycle with the massive golden portal and Sun Wukong seated cross‑legged before it!

The golden portal is the Soil.

The pitch‑black seed is the Root.

And Sun Wukong's No Regret Monkey Heart is the Sun shining upon them!

All three are indispensable!

They form a perfect, self‑sustaining, closed ecological cycle!

To sever the seed, the portal must first be destroyed!

But that portal is already one of its strongest cages, now reinforced by Sun Wukong with Hongjun's Order Primordial Source to the utmost!

Even it itself cannot break it easily in a short time!

Dammit, it became a deadlock!

That Supreme Will fell into sheer rage and impotent fury.

It can only stare, watching the cross‑legged monkey using its power to grow and transform at a terrifying speed!

Sun Wukong's Way of the Equal Heaven is undergoing an unprecedented transformation!

That originally pure, dazzling golden river of the Path, representing "Resistance" and "Variable", is now being wildly infused by two completely opposite forces!

One is the cold gray‑white from the portal, representing "Order" and Fixed Number!

The other is the Deathly Silence pitch‑black from the seed, representing "Termination" and Negation!

Gold!

Gray!

Black!

The three colors, three ultimate "Paths", clash, bite, and fuse madly within the broad riverbed of the Way of the Equal Heaven!

At first, they were crystal clear, warring with each other, nearly bursting Sun Wukong's Dao foundation!

But whenever this happens, the No Regret Monkey Heart jumps heavily!

An irrational will descends, like an invisible giant hand, forcibly pressing the three raging forces together!

Merge for me!

No matter what damn Path you are!

On my old Sun's turf, dragons must coil, tigers must lie down!

Gradually, the three forces cease to clash.

They begin to slowly merge in a bizarre manner.

The gold is no longer pure.

The gray‑white is no longer cold.

The pitch‑black is no longer Deathly Silence.

A brand‑new, undefinable, incomprehensible, unmeasurable by any known law… Chaos Dao is slowly taking shape!

It is both beginning and end.

It is both creation and destruction.

It is both absolute Freedom and absolute Order!

It is contradiction itself!

An unknown amount of time passed.

Perhaps a moment, perhaps ten thousand years.

The cross‑legged Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes!

Boom!

Two divine beams burst from his eyes, piercing this Deathly Silence Wanshen Fenchang!

His pupils are no longer purely golden.

In his left eye, a gray‑white millstone representing Order slowly turns, grinding away all variables.

In his right eye, a pitch‑black abyss representing Negation quietly rotates, devouring all existence.

At the center of these two ultimate forces, his own unruly gold, like a divine anchor, is nailed firmly in place!

It forms a shimmering gold‑gray‑black vortex of ultimate depth… Chaos Vortex!

He slowly lifts his head, his gaze piercing time and space, once again meeting the Supreme Will in the void.

Then he grins, revealing a smile that shines to the extreme.

That smile carries a trace of satisfaction and lingering aftertaste after tasting the ultimate delicacy.

"It feels like..."

He stuck out his tongue, lightly licked his lips, his voice hoarse yet full of the utmost provocation.

"... I'll eat you."