Chapter 405: Guardian of Chaos

The cracks are expanding.

It's not just one or two, but tens of thousands of ashen-colored cracks, spreading wildly from the base of the city walls,

They densely covered the walls, splitting the entire 【Dream Pure Land】 into countless fragments on the verge of collapse.

The once splendid dream-light on the city walls is peeling away and scattering, piece by piece.

The rate of destruction is extremely fast.

Yao knelt at the city's core, her body already transparent enough to see the stars behind her.

Golden Primordial Essence Blood spilled simultaneously from her mouth, nostrils, and ear canals.

Her Divine Soul had reached the limit of an oil lamp burnt out.

And the withered monk's whisper still echoed through a million dream realms, corroding the will of every living being.

"It's over......"

Yao's voice was hoarse and unusually raspy.

She could feel the dream realms blinking out one after another, and the 'hope' power supply of the city's living beings was plummeting off a cliff.

Hold on for three more breaths, and this city will vanish completely.

She had no power left to mobilize.

Two breaths.

One breath.

The largest crack in the city walls finally pierced straight through the entire wall.

Debris began to peel off and fall outward.

Yao closed her eyes.

Then,

Boom!!!

A domineering, irrational force surged forth from deep within her!

That was half of the Primordial Source of the Chaos Dao left behind by Sun Wukong!

It awakened!

No, it wasn't awakening.

It was fury!

A torrent of crimson-gold, icy-gray, and pitch-black power intertwined, bursting from Yao's chest like a beast long imprisoned breaking free of its chains!

It had not a hint of gentleness or gradual progression.

Its first move was to shove Yao aside.

The push was clean and decisive, with tremendous force.

It seemed to say, 'Get out of the way and rest; I'll take over here!'

Yao was thrown backward by the shock, slamming into the crystal wall of the city's core and dazed for a full two seconds.

When she came to, the sight before her made her whole body shudder.

That chaotic power split into three streams!

The gray power representing 【Order】 moved first!

Countless cold logic runes sprang into existence out of nowhere, violently repairing every crack in the city walls!

It wasn't healing—it was welding!

It used the iron law of absolute rationality to nail those scattered dream fragments back in place!

The cracks shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wall fragments about to peel off were ruthlessly yanked back by the logic runes and forced back into position.

There was not a trace of elegance in the whole process.

Rough, forceful, and unyielding.

Next, the black power representing 【Negation】 stirred!

It didn't go to repair anything.

It did something even more outrageous.

It gathered around the city walls into a spinning black vortex.

The endless streams of 'despair' flowing in from outside, and the malicious energy driven by the 【Original Mistake】, the moment they neared the city walls,

were all sucked in.

Completely devoured.

That black vortex devoured at breakneck speed, gulping down every black chain, ashen energy, and corrupt gospel that tried to erode the city walls.

The worst part? After swallowing it all, it lets out a belch, digesting and breaking down that 'despair' to feed back into the gray logic runes frantically repairing the city walls.

The enemy's attacks became its supplies!

Finally, the crimson-gold power embodying Sun Wukong's 【Variable】 nature erupted!

Thud!!!

Thud!!!

Thud!!!

Heaven-shaking war drums boomed across the entire city!

That sound was rough, savage, and filled with a rush that made the blood surge!

Each drumbeat felt like an invisible giant hand slamming hard into the faces of every living being inside the city!

The beastman warriors, elf mages, and starship captains still tormented by the 【Betrayal Illusion】 found the gloom in their dreams cracking under the drum's impact!

Fear Heart Demon was kicked over.

Self-doubt was crushed by violence.

In everyone's heart only remained

It was anger!

It's old me, what basis do I have to fear your anger!

It's you, what sort of thing are you, that even deserves making me give up anger!

Roar——!

Orc warrior was the first to erupt, smashing with one punch the false image of "betrayal" in the dream!

Fuck your nightmare!!!

Elf mage laughed furiously at extreme anger, swept his staff, driving those malicious illusions out of his own mental realm!

Among hundreds of millions of dream realms, the silent song rang out again!

The shattered war song was sung again, only this time the song lacked lofty romanticism and had more gritty determination.

Three forces formed a cycle.

【Order】 repairs the structure.

【Negation】 consumes attacks.

【Variable】 provides fuel.

Repair needs energy——【Negation】 provides it by consuming the enemy's attacks.

Consumption needs continuous operation——【Order】's logical framework ensures its stability.

The whole city needs 'hope' as power——【Variable】's war drum transforms fear into fighting spirit, letting living beings renew their belief output.

A perfect, irrational, self-sufficient 'Chaos Cycle'!

The collapsing trend was forcibly pushed back!

The cracks on the city wall no longer spread.

The erosion of the black chains was completely halted.

The entire 【Dream Pure Land】 brightened again at the moment before it was about to fade.

Beyond the void.

The supreme will representing the 'Original Mistake' remained silent for three full breaths.

This silence of three breaths explains the problem better than any roar.

It no longer understands.

The 'Despair' attack it sent out was eaten by the opposite side.

After eating, it still grew fatter.

After growing fatter, it still used that power to repair the city walls.

After repairing the walls, it still beat drums to mock it.

What is this?

This is like sending a team of assassins to kill the enemy commander, only for the assassins to be captured and not only defect,

but also bringing your intelligence and weapon inventory list, then striking back with a precise blow!

Absurd!

But yet, it has no way to deal with this absurdity.

Because the operating logic of that chaotic force is entirely beyond its comprehension.

That is not some profound Dao principle.

That is a 'program' left by a monkey, full of hooligan vibes.

Its underlying logic is only one sentence,

"My turf, whoever comes must kneel."

City core.

Yao gasped heavily, looking up at the three intertwined chaotic light streams above, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Familiar.

That domineering, unreasonable vigor is exactly like that monkey.

Strange.

Because this is ultimately just a fragment of power left behind, not him himself.

She could feel that although these three forces are powerful, they are consumed very quickly.

They have no independent will, merely operating according to a set pattern.

Just like an engine, the fuel in its tank is limited.

Once depleted, the city will face collapse again.

Time.

What she needs is time.

And the person who can truly end all this is currently fighting bloodily at the other end of the universe.

Yao drew a deep breath, condensing her last trace of divine thought, finer than a spider's silk, into a signal that crosses the endless void.

This signal exhausted her last strength.

She only managed to transmit one character.

"Quick!"

This word crossed hundreds of millions of li of Star Sea, trembling and anxious, piercing into the divine soul of Sun Wukong, who was openly slaughtering on the battlefield.

Sun Wukong's movements suddenly halted.

The Chaos Dao iron in his hand was impaled in an apostle's mutilated corpse, surrounded by the starfield ruins he had shattered into pieces.

That word made his chest tighten.

He heard something in Yao's voice.

It wasn't Fear Heart Demon.

It was telling him, "I can't hold on much longer."

Sun Wukong pulled out the Tiěbàng, lifted his head, and gazed into the depths of space.

In the gold-and-black intertwined Chaos Realm pupils, brutal killing intent and anxiety surged.

He kicked off hard beneath his feet, and the starfield debris was shattered to pieces.

Just before his figure vanished, he squeezed three words from between his teeth,

"Wait for me."

However.

At the instant he turned, a massive "Seal Formation" composed of gray-white light silently appeared in the void ahead.

He recognized the pattern of that formation.

It was the "Absolute Isolation Protocol" he had once taught the Blue Star Federation.

At the formation's center, a cold mechanical voice sounded.

"Creator ID: 001. Detected target attempting to leave the combat zone."

"Execution order: permanent detention."

Pangu's voice surrounded him from all directions.