Chapter 406: The Last Barrier

The being deep in the void grew angry.

The Original Mistake gazed upon the dream city that relied on three tattered forces to forcibly prolong its life, feeling immense shame.

The monkey-version backdoor program left by Sun Wukong actually treated its proud despair attack as fodder.

This is nothing short of trampling upon the ultimate truth of the Universe!

It no longer wanted to continue playing.

The apostles' probing, those mental tugs-of-war, all lost meaning.

It wanted to personally intervene.

It wanted to smash this eyesore mess with a single blow.

There was not the slightest sign.

At the very top of the void, an edgeless rift split open.

A pure negation will, so intense it could rob one of thought, poured down.

That was not any kind of spell.

It was an intangible colossal mountain formed by compressing the concept of negation.

It directly covered the top of the Dream Pure Land.

Inside the city.

The three strands of Primordial Source of Chaos Dao left by Sun Wukong sensed this catastrophic disaster.

Crimson-gold, icy-gray, and pitch-black light intertwined frenziedly.

War drums boomed, shaking the heavens.

They tried to keep running that thuggish logic to devour this power.

Too naïve.

The gap in strength was like a chasm.

Under the absolute suppression of the Original Mistake's true form, those three beams of light couldn't even last a second.

Crack.

A crisp shattering sound rang in the minds of every living being.

The Chaos cycle was broken.

That utterly shameless shield, like a guttering candle in a gale, fluttered twice.

It was extinguished.

The oppressive feeling poured into the city unhindered.

The radiance of the Dream Pure Land was instantly drained.

Those splendid images etched on the city walls, composed of countless living beings' beautiful dreams, all vanished.

The variegated colors faded.

The towering city walls degenerated into rigid, semi-transparent crystal.

Immediately after.

The crystal's edges began to disintegrate.

It shattered bit by bit, turning into fine powder.

Despairing gray-white drifted across the sky.

The living beings in the city didn't even have time to utter a Cànjiào.

The beastman warriors who had been shouting hoarsely while singing battle cries a second ago froze in place.

The elf mage waving a staff had their motion frozen.

This power does not kill people.

It merely forcibly pressed the formatting button.

Together with their dreams, their memories, their anger and resistance.

All reset to zero.

Each living being closed their eyes and collapsed to the ground.

They fell into an eternal sleep, never again to experience any ripple.

This city, which had been noisy for a long time, became so quiet it was frightening.

The supply line of hope's energy was completely severed.

The false stars in the sky blinked out one by one.

Only at the city's core did a faint light still flicker.

That was Yao.

That was the last consciousness still gasping in the entire Dream Pure Land.

She knelt on the crystal pedestal.

She lowered her head to look at her own hand.

Those hands had become completely transparent.

Through her palms, the ground's texture could be seen clearly.

Moreover.

Like cracks in porcelain, the pattern spread upward from her fingertips.

It crawled over her arm, passed through her neck, and appeared on her cheek.

She could feel the wind passing through her body.

She could not even feel pain anymore.

We've really come to this point.

Yao raised their head, watching the sky continually collapse.

She knows she has reached her limit.

The pressing force is too heavy.

So heavy that even her strength to stand is stripped away.

The city fell.

All living beings have fallen asleep.

She can no longer protect this city.

According to the Original Mistake's script, next that force will completely crush her.

Then directly obliterate the final gate imprisoning the Bodhi Dao Heart.

Let Sun Wukong, when he returns, see only a mess all over the ground.

Let him experience a fate worse than death.

What a beautiful thought.

Yao gritted their teeth, their ashen lips twitching.

She slowly loosened her clenched fists.

The dream network that had been stubbornly supporting the entire city was actively severed by her.

Forget it.

She no longer wants this city.

The living beings have been formatted; she can no longer protect them.

But she still must protect one thing.

That is the bottom line Sun Wukong would risk his life to preserve.

Yao closed their eyes, contracting their divine sense to the extreme.

She gathered all the remaining power within her body.

All the primordial source of the dream realm.

And also.

And also all the longing, reluctance, and concern for that dead monkey.

All kneaded together.

Dead monkey.

We agreed you'd go save the child.

I stayed behind to guard the home.

But I can barely keep watch over this home anymore.

Her body began to glow.

Not that blinding strong light, but an extremely gentle, extremely pure warm hue.

As the light grew brighter, the cracks on her body rapidly expanded.

Her legs had already turned into points of light.

Then her waist and abdomen.

The giant mountain of the Original Mistake pressed down even lower.

The entire semi-transparent crystal city collapsed with a roar.

Debris danced wildly.

At the moment when that destructive force was about to touch the final gate.

Yao completely let go of themselves.

Bang!

Her body completely exploded.

No flesh and blood flew; only a sky full of glowing fireflies.

She did not use this last power to fight desperately against the Original Mistake.

That was meaningless.

The pure light she turned into made a sharp turn in the void.

It fell squarely onto the final gate engraved with a mocking monkey-head pattern.

Light flowed.

On the gate's surface formed a small, intimate round shield.

Very thin.

Looks like it would break with a single poke.

But when the intangible negation giant mountain of the Original Mistake slammed down hard.

That tiny light shield remained unmoved.

It did not counterbalance.

It merely used an absolutely isolated dream concept to detach that gate from reality's destruction.

No matter how the outside world strikes, this gate remains unharmed under the shield's protection.

Crack crack crack.

The surrounding space all shattered.

Not even debris remained of the ruins of the Dream Pure Land.

Was completely wiped out by the Original Mistake, leaving nothing.

Only that door remained in place, standing alone in absolute void.

A layer of gentle light covered the door.

The light was gradually dimming.

Each dimming meant that a trace of Yao in this world diminished by one part.

A cold snort came from the void.

The Original Mistake was very displeased.

That ant actually, at the last moment, traded its life for a chance to counterattack.

But what of it?

How long can this tortoise shell hold?

After the light shield dissipates, the outcome remains the same.

The light on the doorway flickered twice more.

It went out completely.

Yao's aura had not a trace left in this universe.

She fulfilled the promise to guard your home with her life.

Clean and neat, silent extinction.

At the very second the light shield went out.

In the distant ruins star field.

Sun Wukong, trapped by Pangu's absolute isolation agreement.

His heart clenched suddenly.

An indescribable sense of emptiness violently tore open his chest.

The half of chaos primordial source he had left in Yao's divine soul was severed.

It was not suppressed.

It disappeared together with its host.

Sun Wukong slowly lowered his head.

He looked at the dull chaos dao iron in his hand.

Then he laughed out loud.

That laughter started low.

Then it grew louder and wilder.

He laughed until crimson-gold blood tears welled at the corners of his eyes.

Outside the isolation formation.

Pangu's massive metallic form was gathering countless cannons.

The cold mechanical voice continued its broadcast.

"Target emotional abnormality."

"Danger level increased."

"It is recommended to immediately execute ultimate destruction……"

Sun Wukong stopped laughing.

He raised his head.

In those chaos eyes, there was no fury, no killing intent.

Only a serenity so profound that even the Original Mistake would feel creeped out.

He gripped the iron staff tightly.

His knuckles crackled with a sharp sound.

"Noisy scrap iron."

Sun Wukong spoke.

His voice was extremely low, yet it shook the entire isolation formation violently.

He raised the chaos dao iron.

He used no fancy techniques.

He simply, plainly, smashed it against the light wall said to be able to block even laws.

He slammed it down hard.

"Give me……"

"Open!!!"

Crack!

The light wall shattered into a sky full of starlight.

The iron staff, undiminished in force, smashed toward the cold steel fortress.

One strike, and heaven and earth changed color!

Countless cannons and half of Pangu's massive body turned to dust!

The next second, a huge mechanical hand shot out from the depths of the ruins, gripping Sun Wukong's ankle tightly!