Chapter 387: Punishment of the Void

That cold, machine‑like voice, deep within Sun Wukong's divine soul, turned into a tangible thunderclap that boomed explosively!

【Warning!】

【Detected host 'No Regret Dao Heart', generating a 'self‑negation' logic, resulting in… a faint logical fissure!】

"Crack…"

A sound so minuscule yet so clear that it froze Sun Wukong's divine soul.

It came from deep within his chest, from the freshly reforged Chaotic Monkey Heart!

"Puff—!"

Sun Wukong's eyes widened suddenly, and a gush of golden Primordial Source Divine Blood, mixed with shattered Dao Rhythm, spewed out wildly!

That is no ordinary wound!

It is the shaking of his foundation! The collapse of the Great Dao!

An excruciating pain beyond description, like billions of red‑hot steel needles,

burst from the deepest part of his Dao Heart, instantly sweeping every corner of his body and every inch of his divine soul!

His Chaotic Monkey Heart, fused with Order, Negation, and Variable, which he believed to be indestructible and Indestructible through Eons!

That No Regret Dao Heart he relied on to confront and overcome everything!

It cracked!

All because of Yao's tearful questioning! All because, in that instant, he doubted his own irrational Dao!

"Wukong!"

Yao's sobbing abruptly stopped, replaced by an extreme, terrifying panic!

She saw Sun Wukong's gaze lose all its luster in that instant!

Those eyes, one side a grinding wheel of Order, the other an abyss of Negation, now held only boundless pain and emptiness!

The aura around him was rapidly, terrifyingly decaying!

Like a newly erected skyscraper whose foundation cracked, now violently disintegrating from within!

"No… don't…"

Yao panicked completely, helplessly trying to mend and soothe with her own power.

But her Illusory Dream Dao, upon touching Sun Wukong's body, was instantly scattered by the chaotic force leaking from the Dao Heart fissure,

the chaotic power in utter disorder, which burst it apart!

It was the most violent self‑destruction after three extreme opposing forces lost balance!

Sun Wukong's body was destroying itself from within!

And at that moment.

The pure black shadow that had just proclaimed a 'death sentence' and was already fading suddenly halted.

Its vague outline, formed of the Negation concept, became clear again.

It seemed to sense Sun Wukong's 'deliciousness' at that moment.

A cold thought, tinged with a hint of 'pleasure', once again shrouded the void.

It was about to enact its punishment.

To punish Sun Wukong's audacious 'playful trick'.

And also to demonstrate its absolute, unwavering power to this obstinate 'Error'!

In Yao's terror‑frozen gaze.

The towering pure black shadow slowly raised its arm formed of 'Void'.

It did not point at the struggling Sun Wukong.

Nor did it point at the trembling Yao beside him.

Its arm, in an extremely slow yet undeniably decisive manner, casually pointed beyond this Wanshen Fenchang.

It pointed toward a distant, unknown star system coordinate.

An invisible willpower, like an unseen spotlight, instantly spanned endless spacetime.

Sun Wukong's and Yao's spiritual thoughts were involuntarily yanked by that will and projected outward.

Their gazes pierced through Chaos and crossed the Star Sea.

In the end, they beheld a star region so beautiful it took their breath away.

It was a newborn cradle of the Universe!

Thousands of young Stars, like thousands of brilliant diamonds, scattered across the deep cosmic velvet, emitting either scorching or gentle light.

Nebulae are multicolored.

Like a spilled god's palette, painting dreamlike colors.

In the central region of that star field, several newly cooled azure planets floated.

On those planets, within the primordial oceans, the tiniest single‑celled lifeforms were being born.

They were naively full of curiosity about this world.

They did not yet know what light or darkness were.

What life is, what death is.

Yet they possessed infinite possibilities!

They are the universe's newest, most vibrant hope!

Yao's heart suddenly tightened!

She seemed able to 'hear'!

She could hear those newborn, curious, faint souls joyfully singing like babbling infants!

They were like tiny, flickering specks of light, converging into a whole, making her Illusory Dream Dao feel familiar and warm, the Sea of Life!

That was such a beautiful scroll!

However.

The next second.

The scroll was torn apart.

That pitch‑black shadow, that hand pointing toward this Sea of Hope.

Gently.

Extremely softly.

It made a motion, as casual as snuffing out a cigarette, a "grip" gesture.

No sound.

No earth‑shaking explosion.

No world‑destroying flash.

Not even a trace of an energy fluctuation was generated.

So quiet it was terrifying.

In the divine thought perception forcibly pulled over Sun Wukong and Yao Na.

That expanse, a vast star region containing thousands of Stars, birthing infinite possibilities and hope.

Just like that…

It vanished.

Yes.

It vanished.

It was not destroyed.

It was not transferred.

It was not compressed into a singularity.

Instead, it was utterly, completely erased from the very concept of "existence" itself.

Erased.

Like using an eraser to rub out a pencil drawing on white paper.

Erased so cleanly.

Leaving no trace.

As if that star region, those thousands of Stars, those few newly‑born worlds, and the countless nascent souls full of hope…

Never before have they ever appeared in this Universe!

Sun Wukong's pupils, in that instant, violently contracted to the most dangerous point—a needle tip!

A bone‑chilling cold, billions of times stronger than having one's back erased or Dao Heart cracked!

From the soles of his feet, it surged straight to the Heavenly Spirit Crown!

What… what is this?

Hongjun's Order Storm, though domineering, at least follows a pattern; it performs "Formatting" within the rules.

The Deathly Silence's Final Domain, though cold, merely "freezes" everything, fixing it in eternal Deathly Silence.

But this one right here!

This "Original Mistake"!

It doesn't tell you any rules!

It doesn't tell you the state either!

It directly rewrites the lowest layer—reality!

It says you shouldn't exist, so you never existed!

This is no longer a crushing at the level of power!

This is the Creator's deletion permission exercised on a work it finds unsatisfactory!

This is the true "Divine Punishment" in the proper sense!

That pitch‑black shadow, after completing all this, slowly lowered its arm.

Its vague outline turned toward Sun Wukong once more.

A cold, emotionless "thought", like a solid branding iron, fiercely branded onto Sun Wukong's collapsing Dao Heart.

As if saying:

Did you see?

The next one.

It is your Mount Huaguo.

It is your Three Realms.

It is everything you risk your life to protect, all of it.