Chapter 375: The Universe's First Noise

Sun Wukong's remark "Next, let's add some background music" was like tossing a red‑hot iron ball into a pot of Deathly Silence!

Yao hadn't yet come to her senses from the shock of the "renovation" when she saw Sun Wukong slowly lift both hands,

and pressed them again onto the portal painted with a gigantic monkey head.

He closed his eyes.

In that instant, the mischievous, smirking swagger on him vanished without a trace.

In its place was a focus almost sacred.

It was as if he were not facing a Prison but confronting the very Dao he had sought all his life.

Chaos Dao's power erupted fully, without reservation!

Buzz—!

A hum so low it was almost inaudible, yet made the Divine Soul shiver, resonated from the massive portal.

The ultimate Prison, built from the laws of Order and Negation, was indeed treated by him as a drum!

A drum that could reverberate across the entire Multiverse, making even the Supreme Existence tilt its ear… the Dao Drum!

A wild grin curled at Sun Wukong's mouth.

He was about to start "playing".

The first drumbeat rang out!

Dong!!!

That sound was frantic, domineering, brimming with primal vitality!

Sun Wukong immediately employed his most fundamental Variable power!

That drumbeat was not a single sound!

It was the unyielding roar of countless Living Beings confronting natural and man‑made calamities!

It was the heartbeat of the newborn stone monkey of Mount Huaguo, opening its eyes for the first time to this vast world!

It was the indelible, freedom‑craving rebellious thought that has burned for five hundred years beneath Wǔxíng Shān!

The drum roared chaotically, without rhythm, like a raging storm pounding wildly upon the stillness that signifies "the End"!

In the void, those cold Supreme Gaze eyes flickered slightly.

A bored struggle.

It issued a Definition.

Yet Sun Wukong's performance had only just begun.

"Just noise, no melody."

Sun Wukong hummed, and another force flowed from his fingertips into the portal.

Ding—!

A crisp, cold, emotionless beat abruptly pierced the chaotic war‑drum sound.

This is the sound of Order!

The sound was rigid to the extreme!

It was like a ruler, measuring the unordered roar.

It was like a heavenly decree, forcibly carving a rest into Sun Wukong's battle song.

Each beat was maddeningly precise!

Not a millisecond more, not a millisecond less!

That sound, like Grand Ancestor Hongjun's eternally unchanging stern face,

whispered beside your ear in the most plain tone, reciting over and over the driest, harshest heavenly decrees!

In an instant, the two utterly different sounds intertwined!

Dong! Dong! Dongdong! Dong! (frantic war drums)

Ding—! Ding—! Ding—! (rigid beats)

The two sounds were like water and fire, unable to blend at all!

They clashed wildly atop the portal, tearing at each other, creating a noise that scrambled listeners' Dao Hearts, driving them near madness!

From afar, Yao heard only a moment before feeling her head about to explode!

Half of her was boiling with blood, eager to charge forward and slay all around!

The other half was irritable, just wanting a quiet spot to sit, not wanting to hear a single word!

This is too tormenting!

Even the Supreme Will in the void felt a hint of… displeasure for the first time.

This chaotic sound polluted its "silence".

But, that was all.

"Not enough…" Sun Wukong muttered to himself, as if proclaiming to that Supreme Existence.

"The most wonderful movement always needs a bit of… space."

His words fell silent.

He suddenly poured that Negation power, stolen from the enemy and tamed by the No Regret Monkey Heart, into it!

In an instant!

—!

The world fell silent.

All sounds—war drums, beats, roars, decrees… were forcibly erased in that instant!

That was not ordinary silence.

It is an absolute, all‑devouring Deathly Silence that even negates existence itself!

It's like you are plummeting at breakneck speed off a ten‑thousand‑foot cliff, the roaring wind screaming in your ears, your heart rising to your throat, and then… time suddenly stops!

Everything has frozen!

Even your Fear Heart Demon is frozen!

This abrupt switch from the utmost clamor to the utmost Deathly Silence brings a huge disparity,

enough to tear the Dao Heart of any quasi‑saint‑level, exceptionally strong cultivator on the spot!

Yao "Pfft"—spitting a mouthful of fresh blood, her face as white as paper.

She could no longer endure, and could only use all her strength to seal her six consciousnesses, barely feeling a bit better.

And this time.

In the void, the Supreme Will's eyes finally raised a fierce surge!

Because it found that Sun Wukong's "Silent" move employed its power!

It felt an unprecedented… desecration!

This monkey is using its "Truth" to play a… absurd, meaningless… noise!

"Hold on, the climax is coming!"

Sun Wukong sensed the anger emanating from the Supreme Will's dimension, his Smile blazing to the extreme!

He inhaled deeply, slammed both hands onto the portal, deep within his Divine Soul,

the golden, gray, black three‑colored interwoven Chaos Monkey Heart throbed wildly at an unprecedented speed!

"Give me… sound!!!"

Boom—!!!!

Three completely different "sounds" at this moment no longer clash,

but are forcibly merged by his Irrational Chaos Monkey Heart!

This is a… Universe battle hymn that cannot be described in words!

It has the wildness of war drums!

It bears the coldness of discipline!

And also the absolute Deathly Silence from the end that can shatter everything!

Amidst the frantic drumbeats, a rigid rhythm will insert without warning!

And just when you think the rigidity will drive you mad, everything instantly returns to void, making your Divine Soul suffer torment in the massive emptiness!

This is no longer a sound!

This is a… supervirus that directly attacks the Dao level!

This chaotic extreme "noise", using the portal that Sun Wukong "renovated" as a Medium, is amplified infinitely!

Then, like a Chaos Spear tempered with billions of deadly toxins, ignoring space and time,

ignoring dimensions, it brutally pierces into the void, deep into the Supreme Will's Divine Soul origin!

Zzz… zzz…

The Supreme Will feels its Dao being polluted!

Its pure, clean, perfect Dao that holds "Negation of all" as the ultimate truth,

is like the whitest sheet of paper, smeared and trampled wildly by a monkey's mud‑caked claws.

It tries to erase this annoying noise with its own Negation power.

But it is horrified to discover that the noise also contains Negation!

It cannot erase it!

It attempts to format it with a higher‑level Order.

Yet that noise harbors an Order purer than Hongjun!

It likewise is powerless!

It is like a top‑tier supercomputer that can only recognize 0 and 1,

but is forcibly fed a garbled code composed of countless 0.5, π, √‑1, full of paradox!

Its core logic is being wildly assaulted, polluted, and assimilated by this chaotic noise!

The Supreme Will is going mad!

It never imagined that battle could be conducted in this way!

It never imagined that the Dao could be so… Irrational!

This surpasses the rebellion of the Three Thousand Demon Gods and Bodhi's billions of deductions, making it feel uncomfortable! Angry!

An unprecedented emotion called "Irritability" wildly sprouts within its Primordial Source!

"Shut up!!!"

An anger at its peak, even laced with a breathless roar, for the first time, thundered out from that Supreme dimension!

"You damned monkey!!!"

"Give! Me! Shut! Up!!!"

This voice is no longer the cold, emotionless proclamation.

But it is now a pure, hysterical… roar filled with personal emotion!

In a distant valley.

Yao covers her ears, curled on the ground, her small face pale, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat.

This sound is terrifying; even the aftershock of the "noise" makes her feel her Divine Soul being ground repeatedly on a millstone.

But when she hears that breathless roar from the Supreme dimension, she cannot help but lift her head.

She watched the figure in the distance, hands pressed against the doorway, body swaying slightly with the "beat".

Like the silhouette of a child gone wild with play, yet in those eyes, made watery by pain, lay an undeniable, brilliant, strange radiance!

This……this is just too cool!

Forcing the ultimate black hand, who looks down from above and treats all things as nothing, to burst out in curses!

From ancient times to now, besides him, who could achieve this?

Hearing that roar, Sun Wukong not only didn't stop, but played even more energetically!

He even, while "drumming", shook his head and swayed his body, humming a completely off‑tune melody, shouting at the top of his voice into the void:

"Hey! Don't just scold—how boring!"

"Come!"

"Let's sway together with Old Sun!"