Chapter 389: The Horn of Despair

That shout, more ferocious than an evil ghost's 'not up to standard', was like a loud slap, fiercely striking the absolute 'Blank'!

The shadow of the 【Original Mistake】, the outline formed from the pure 'Negation' concept, appeared for the first time since its birth, showing a clear, violent fluctuation!

It was not anger.

Nor was it surprise.

But rather a kind of… emotion similar to humans 'losing patience'.

It seemed finally tired of playing the 'reasoning' game with this monkey that refused to learn, impervious to persuasion.

It decided to change the way of playing.

A game that Sun Wukong absolutely cannot participate in, nor stop.

【Since you cherish the existence of 'Error' so much……】

That icy thought, for the last time and also the most indifferent, echoed in Sun Wukong's Divine Soul.

【Then let you watch as they…… disappear one by one.】

The words fell.

The towering pure-black shadow slowly, completely, dissipated.

It seemed to abandon direct confrontation with Sun Wukong, shifting its focus away from this small 'Wanshen Fenchang'.

It turned toward the vaster, farther, entire Multiverse!

An indescribable will, like the most vicious plague, silently spread along the causal threads, wildly expanding in all directions!

Sun Wukong's heart leapt; an intense ominous premonition instantly enveloped him!

He knew that bastard was about to start, getting serious!

……

At the same time.

Far away, atop the ruins of the Zi Xiao Gong.

At the center of the wasteland that Sun Wukong personally smashed to powder, and contaminated with the resentment of 'Absolute Malice'.

The monk sitting cross-legged, withered frame, eyes like black holes, slowly opened his eyes.

On his face, the previous Deathly Silence and indifference were gone.

In their place was a kind of compassion that pitied heaven and felt mercy for mankind.

It seemed he saw all the world's suffering, all beings' struggles.

And he was about to grant them the ultimate liberation.

……

In some unknown Demon Realm Abyss filled with endless resentment and vicious curses.

That hulking stitched monster, made from countless god-demon corpses and the resentment of the 'Failed Sun Wukong', ceased its endless, unconscious roaring that had lasted millions of years.

In its hollow eye sockets, composed of countless wailing faces, a faint, ashen light called 'Wisdom' sparked for the first time.

It twisted its deformed neck, as if sensing a new mission.

……

Moreover.

In those Silent Worlds that had been thoroughly purified by Hongjun's 【Order】 Grand Dao.

Those that should have had no self-awareness, like precision parts, eternally running Crystal Living Beings, Metallic Life……

At this moment, they in unison halted the monotonous action they had repeated for hundreds of millions of years in their hands.

In the depths of their waveless 'Soul'.

Together with the withered monk and the stitched monster, almost at the same instant.

Simultaneously, a cold, grandiose, indisputable voice rang out!

【Your suffering stems from 'Existence'.】

【Your resentment stems from 'Struggle'.】

【Go!】

【Go spread the gospel of 'Conclusion'!】

【Go execute the might of 'Correction'!】

【Let all beings return to peace!】

This voice, like a divine edict!

Like the final judgment!

On the ruins of the Zi Xiao Gong, the withered monk hearing this, his compassionate smile grew richer.

He slowly rose, took a step, and his form vanished on the spot, merging into the causality threads of myriad worlds.

In the Demon Realm Abyss, the stitched monster let out a sharp howl filled with delight and bloodlust!

Its massive body, rivaling stars, slammed and shattered the Abyss's barrier, dashing wildly toward a world brimming with life!

And in those Silent Worlds.

Those 'part' Living Beings then began acting with millisecond-level absolute efficiency.

They had no emotions, no words.

They simply transformed the planet they inhabited, in the coldest, most terrifying way,

Swiftly turning them into war machines capable of crossing the Star Sea to spread 'Death'!

At this moment!

They were no longer mere guardians or sleeping husks.

They were formally invested by that supreme 'Original Mistake'!

They became the "apostles" walking in the world!

Their goal is no longer the singular, troublesome "Error" that is Sun Wukong.

But rather, all newborn civilizations in the multiverse still burning the fire of "Hope" and blossoming with the light of "Life"!

Inside Wanshen Fenchang.

Sun Wukong's body suddenly stiffened.

His Way of the Equal Heaven, the Dao representing countless "variables" and "resistance", at this moment, frantically issued him a warning!

One after another, images like a bursting dam flood, uncontrolled, surged into his mind!

He "saw"!

He saw that withered monk descend upon a world called "Fujia" that had just ended a thousand-year war and was celebrating peace.

He merely smiled compassionately at those cheering living beings.

In the next second, the world's living beings voluntarily gave up life, wearing smiles of relief, turning into countless still statues!

He "saw"!

He saw that stitched monster charge into a vibrant world where body cultivation predominated.

It offered no persuasion, no gospel.

It merely opened its great maw woven from countless grudges and in one gulp took the planet's

The strongest, quasi‑saint‑level tribal chief, together with the sacred mountain he guarded, were swallowed whole!

He "saw" again!

He saw that the war‑planets forged from the "Silent World" formed massive fleets that blotted out the sky!

They precisely jumped to each fragile cradle of newly born intelligent civilizations.

Then they released gray beams capable of disintegrating all matter into its most basic particles!

In an instant!

Just an instant!

In Sun Wukong's mind, countless such images flashed simultaneously!

Countless worlds were wailing.

Countless civilizations were falling.

Countless hopes were being extinguished!

Those sparks that had just ignited, representing "variables," didn't even have time to

Burst into their most splendid brilliance, only to be ruthlessly pinched out by countless cold hands reaching from all directions!

Sun Wukong's lips began to turn pale.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

This is not war.

War at least has give‑and‑take and a victor.

But what is happening before our eyes……

It simply isn't!

The enemy completely bypassed his strongest "combat point."

It gave him no chance for a head‑on clash!

They are like a group of the most efficient, most ruthless farmers.

On the vast fields of the universe, an organized, premeditated harvest of "life" and "hope" has begun……

"Great……harvest……

Sun Wukong squeezed out this word from between his teeth, a word that made even him feel a chill run through his body.

The frenzied, death‑or‑glory ferocity he had just ignited.

At this moment, a basin of icy water mixed with the death cries of countless beings drenched him from head to toe, utterly!

He lost.

He lost utterly, defeated completely.

He could disregard his own life and death, could perish together with the enemy.

He cannot fail to care for the countless beings he once protected with his life and opened with his Dao!

Now the enemy is using those beings' lives to slice his Dao Heart!

To tell him that all his struggle is merely a colossal joke!

Sun Wukong's heart sank bit by bit.

It sank toward an abyss deeper than Wanshen Fenchang and colder than Absolute Malice, boundless.

Just then.

His frantic Way of the Equal Heaven alarm suddenly had all its resonances point to one single, crystal‑clear, intimately familiar coordinate!

Among the countless worlds facing destruction, one was marked by all the "apostles" as the top‑priority "harvest field"!

Sun Wukong's divine sense surged toward it!

That was……

A familiar starry sky.

It was the expanse where he had once caused havoc, stood guard, and felt lost……

The Three Realms!

And at the heart of the Three Realms, on that azure‑blue planet……

Dongsheng Shenzhou

Aolai Kingdom.

Mount Huaguo!

A gray beam of light, tearing through the void, precisely, toward that secluded utopia, fiercely, striking down!