Zeus's grace is higher than the sky

March 7th's ice cones shot out, freezing the legs of the puppets in the front row, but the high-frequency vibrations quickly shattered the ice.

Walter's gravity field unfolded, and the puppets' movements became sluggish in a small area.

At the edge of the battlefield, the stardust light from the Black Swan's fingertips pierced the ground, solidifying the guests' shadows. Faint ripples spread, and some guests twitched and groaned unconsciously. This "noise" seeped in, and the formation's movements froze for a moment.

A clear song pierced the air! A robin stood atop the shattered dome, arms outstretched. The pure melody flowed across the battlefield, into the ears of its companions, and into the disturbed minds of the guests, stirring a faint yet tangible "echo." This "echo" was incompatible with the mechanical hymn.

The core puppet's aura fluctuates. The array shows signs of disharmony.

At this moment, Huang Quan moved.

She took a step forward. The sounds of the clamorous battlefield seemed to be partially absorbed. Her figure was slightly blurred in the distorted light.

He raised his right hand and grasped the hilt of the ancient long sword at his waist.

Pure "nothingness" quietly permeated the air. Where she was, the concept of "existence" seemed thin.

The core puppet's movements were noticeably slow. For the first time, its glowing "eyes" fully focused on Huang Quan. The array's chant suddenly rose in volume, attempting to crush the "silence."

Huang Quan ignored the hymn. His gaze penetrated the array, locked onto the depths of the metal shell—Sunday's obsession with order.

The knife was silently drawn out of the sheath an inch.

The invisible "line" extends - a cut mark of pure "nothingness".

Places visited:

The shrill hymn came to an abrupt end.

The puppet in the front row, about to fire a sonic wave, froze in its tracks like a clockwork puppet. Its smooth head cracked silently, revealing its gears and wiring, then stopped spinning.

The halo above the core puppet's head violently twisted and fluctuated! A clear "crackling" sound emanated from within! The light flickered rapidly, on the verge of extinguishing!

The entire Dominicus Array of All Wills fell into absolute silence. The cold metal forest was completely still.

Huang Quan's hand pressed against the hilt of the knife, the blade only an inch away. It was like the arrival of nothingness itself, announcing the end of the movement of order.

On the stage, Sunday staggered backward, and the halo above his head, which symbolized divinity and order, let out a wail of grief under the heavy burden, and became full of cracks. Finally, in full view of everyone, it completely shattered like fragile glass!

"Now that you've come to Pinocchio, why do you want to leave this [beautiful dream]? Why is life sleeping?"

"Because... one day, we will wake up from our dream!"

The words of the stars hit the Sunday among the Choir of All Wills Dominic.

This sense of "correctness" in my pursuit of "order" has been somewhat shaken.

It was this hesitation that became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Qi choir.

Dominic of the Wishes fell down. Even in a dream, the weight of Dominic of the Wishes still crushed a corner of the Pinocchio Theater. Dominic of the Wishes fell down along with the rubble.

It stretched out its right hand, as if trying to grasp the shattered [Taiyi Dream].

"The night... is still too short..."

Millions of guests, waking from a dream, looked around in bewilderment, then were overwhelmed by the overwhelming panic and the complex emotions of regaining their true selves. Pinocchio's false dream of paradise finally came to an end.

"No, it's far from over!"

Dominicus slowly dissipated into notes one by one but did not disappear.

“The end of the chorus is to prepare for the climax of the main melody.”

The notes drifted towards the underground secret room at the heart of the Oak family in the distance, and a magnificent symphony emanated from it.

The second sun has risen since then, and that is the Black Sun of Order.

Zeus stood up from his chair and stretched.

"It's my turn!"

Chapter 154: The harmonious music has gone, and this place has become the temple of order

Pinocchio's fleeting glimpse of the past paused at a certain dimensional wrinkle. Space itself wasn't fragmented; a conceptual fusion and reconstruction unfolded beneath the black sun.

Two wills of absolute order converge here: one is the projection of the existence named Arjuna Alter, whose essence is the complete negation of evil and chaos; the other is the cold unified field of the Choir Dominicus of All Will, composed of countless filaments of forced will tending towards "order".

Pain stems from dissension, chaos from dissenting ideas. The clamor of individual existence is but a jarring cacophony within the grand symphony of the universe—only by erasing all differences, uniting all things within a single "truth," can one attain ultimate peace. What he saw was not destruction, but return. A return to the immaculate, painless, and selfless absolute truth that existed before the creation of the world.

The collective will of the choir sings the same elegy in a different way. Rather than resorting to destruction, it emphasizes integration. The demise of the individual is not the end, but rather the weaving of the individual into a larger, unquestionable "one." The dissolution of individual will is seen as a sacrifice to a higher order.

The two concepts resonated strongly at this moment—individuality was judged to be a false illusion, a mistake that deviated from eternal perfection. The only salvation lay in a complete return to zero and reconstruction—a return to silence, to unity, to the undifferentiated absolute.

Like tentacles of logic, cold threads of light began to entwine, analyze, and reweave Arjuna Alter's will. The vibrant colors of the Pinot Grigio's fringe, once touching this area, instantly collapsed into a monotonous, meaningless paleness.

Resistance is meaningless. When an individual recognizes the "error" of their own existence, when they understand that merging into the "one" is the only path to "correctness," obedience becomes the highest rationality.

The active dissolution of an individual's will is the most pious conversion to the "ultimate order".

The black sun was gradually decomposed by pure white threads, forming a vortex of light.

The erosion of difference began. Chaotic entropy was forcibly reversed. Every "point" touched by the light thread underwent an irreversible transformation from "many" to "one." Individual boundaries dissolved, unique frequencies were subsumed, and ultimately only a monotonous yet immensely powerful wavelength of unifying will remained.

The vortex of light suddenly brightened, stained with Arjuna Alter's dark will, and the color was quickly swallowed by the cold, unified white light. The outline of the projection completely blurred and dissolved, absorbed by the vast field of will.

This space of Pinocchio fell into an absolute stagnation. Suspended within it was an indescribable aggregate of filaments of pure, ordered light. It no longer distinguished itself from the others; its very existence declared:

The end of the individual. The vanity of choice. Only the absolute "one" is the sole permissible form of existence. Chaos and pain, before the cold, unquestionable will of unity, return to eternal silence.

The ever-present, glittering light and shadow of Pinoconti completely solidified and faded from the Black Sun. Space itself was no longer a container, but was forcibly recast into a vast, cold throne.

A new being emerged from it—the product of the forced fusion of Arjuna Alter's will and the unified power of the Choir Dominicus of All Will.

It wasn't the Star God "Taiyi" itself, yet it exuded a common, cold, and absolute aura of order. Its outline vaguely revealed Arjuna Alter—his skin, deep indigo and almost black, resembled the solidified dark side of the universe. However, its body was no longer composed of flowing shadows, but rather of an extremely dense, smooth, nearly inorganic substance, like a block of cosmic black ice polished to perfection, reflecting its own pale, temperatureless light.

Atop his chest, a symbol of destruction and rebirth, a vast, complex, slowly rotating halo emanates the majesty of order. This halo is not a physical entity, but rather composed of billions of cold, constantly flowing, interwoven strands of pale light—the very embodiment of the will of order. At its center, neither a heart nor a source of energy, lies a bottomless, absolute darkness, emanating a gravitational pull that devours all distractions and unites all will.

Its head had lost all human features. Its face was covered by a smooth, unyielding, hard visor. In the center of this visor, a narrow, vertical slit became the new god's third eye. Within the slit lay not an eyeball, but a continuous, condensed, pale droplet of order, flowing down the visor, leaving several piercing streaks of light on the deep indigo background, ultimately converging into the geometric halo on its chest.

Four arms extended from it, its form completely altered. Slender and angular, they resembled delicate robotic arms, their mechanical fingers dancing and fiddling with the white threads emanating from them.

The concept of "standing" had vanished for it. Its lower body merged with the recast spatial foundation, or rather, the foundation itself became an extension of its will, transforming into a pale crystal that continuously expanded and solidified, devouring and assimilating Pinocchio's original memory. The surface of the crystal was covered with fine, precise, and constantly evolving light-thread circuits, like a cold neural network, silently broadcasting the unified will throughout the entire domain.

The entire existence exudes an absolute, suffocating oppression and despair. The pure white background originates from the denial of divinity and the foundation of silence, while the pale light threads flowing, weaving, and covering it represent the compulsory unified will.

Coldly and completely fused—the deep indigo, almost pitch black, is the solidified “nothingness”, and the pale light is the flowing “one”.

It hovers on a pale crystalline pedestal, the light streaming through the cracks in its visor its sole "sight," silently scanning the space it has already ordered. It is "unification," where individuality ends, leaving only the cold, precise, and unquestionable "unity" as an eternal echo.

At this point, "harmony" has disappeared in Pinocchio, and it has become a stage for "order".

This is where [Order] is revived and "Reunification" is born.

The Pinocchio, who had just escaped from the dream, fell down again. Only the Star Train and others remained awake under the protection of Zeus.

"Guiyi"'s gaze swept across and finally stopped on Zeus. Even without Zeus's joyful lightning flashing, "Guiyi" recognized him.

A dazzling light flickered in the gaps between the visors.

"It's you, the enemy of order!"

"Exactly. Thank you for driving away those sympathetic gazes and giving me a legitimate reason to leave! Now let's get started."

Chapter 155 "You're being a bit noisy."

The night is long, but it will eventually end.

But the dream is not over yet. The dark sun rises, and Pinocchio welcomes the "dawn" of "order".

Sunday fell unconscious on the streets of Pinocchio.

Everyone who had just been fighting fiercely with Dominicus of the Wish had exhausted all their strength and fell to their knees on the ground.

Above the ruins of the Pinocchio Theatre, the pale pedestal of "Reunion" swallowed up the last piece of neon. The geometric halo on its chest spun at an unprecedented speed, and billions of light threads wove a galaxy-spanning declaration of order in the void.

"All things return to oneness, all thoughts return to silence!"

"I am the judge of destiny, the standard of the universe—"

"Flesh and blood must submit, and even the star gods must kneel!"

The cold declaration was directly imprinted into the consciousness of all living beings in Pinocchio.

As Zeus' thunderstorm approached, the four-armed light strands of "Reunification" suddenly straightened, and the Eye of Rift burst into a white flame of judgment:

"Thunder? The reverberation of chaos!"

"This body is the ultimate manifestation of order, your violence..."

"Not even one tenth of what I command!"

Looking at the light thread in front of him that was enough to fill the entire Asdena star field, Robin felt deeply powerless.

The two great gods confronted each other in the Asdena star field. The weak robin was like a small boat in front of them. If Zeus had not personally blessed it, it would have been swallowed by the waves long ago. It was hard to say whether the other people on Pinocchio could survive the waves.

Faced with this situation beyond her understanding, the robin could only close her eyes, put her hands together, then crossed her fists and began to pray, while the wings on both sides also covered her eyes.

"God! Please protect Pinocchio."

"Reunification" pushes the power of [Order] to its limit.

Pale threads of light pierced the fabric of space, forcing the space around Zeus to collapse, attempting to imprison Zeus in eternal stillness.

However, the lightning magma flowing on Zeus' body did not even cause ripples, and the light threads disintegrated into dust a thousand meters away from Zeus' body.

The power of destiny gathers in the geometric halo on the chest, emitting a solemn light that wipes out all "evil" and "chaos". Wherever it passes, probability returns to zero and entropy increase is reversed.

The moment the beam hit Zeus' chest, it was like fine snow hitting a lava furnace, silently vaporizing into nothingness.

Four strands of light were forged into a galaxy-spanning holy sword of order. The blade was entwined with forcibly restrained hunting arrows and fragments of the protective barrier, and it slashed towards Zeus's head with the laws of all realms as its blade.

The moment the sword's tip touched the thunderstorm, several bolts of god-killing lightning blazed from the lightning. Like an ice crystal striking an anvil, the holy sword shattered into pale fragments. A fingernail-sized fragment, carrying a trace of residual lightning, bounced off and pierced Guiyi's shoulder, leaving the only scar on his perfect body.

Zeus finally lowered his thunderous eyes, his gaze sweeping through dust.

Even though it is extremely close to the deceased [Order] Taiyi, "Return to One" is ultimately just "Return to One" and not Taiyi, and is not a Star God after all.

If it cannot overcome this hurdle, there will be an abyss between it and Zeus, which it cannot cross even if it tries its best.

"You're being a bit noisy."

Zeus doesn't have that much patience if the target is not a beautiful girl.

He flicked his fingers.

A fragment of a lightning star splashed down and turned into a miniature lightning spear no more than a hundred feet in the void - compared to the size of a star god, it was as small as a speck of dust.

Seeing the lightning spear approaching, even though it was extremely small, "Reunification" still instantly unfolded trillions of layers of order shields, and the pale light threads were woven into the densest fortress.

The Thunder Spear slowly advanced—

The first layer of shield, the light silk matrix evaporates like a spider web.

The thousandth layer of shield, the light threads wailed and collapsed.

The last layer of shield, the pure white halo on the chest tried to swallow the lightning spear, but was penetrated by the lightning flowing from the spear tip that was strong enough to burn through the universe.

The tip of the spear touched the halo on Guiyi's chest.

No explosion, no light.

Just like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, the geometric light wheel melted a huge hole, the perfect body turned into charred ash along the cracks, and the pale base shattered into dust.

As Zeus withdrew his gaze, the last remaining half of "Return to One"'s head was disintegrating from the crack. The cracked eye that once shouted out order was now filled with boundless fear:

"...impossible..."

The last words that remained unspoken were swallowed up by the thunderstorm.

The Thunder Spear swept casually, and all the inscriptions of paleness and order were annihilated.

All that remained on the Asdena star field was a huge charred void crater, with traces of tiny lightning spears piercing through the bottom of the crater.

At this point, the war between gods in the Asdena star field ended with Zeus' overwhelming power instantly killing the "reunification" of "order".

......

In a bizarre and strange space, Hanabi looked at Zeus who easily killed "Guiyi" with a complex look of either admiration or resistance.

"Is he actually a star god? Is he the Zeus who is famous throughout the universe?"

"Aren't you going to go up yet? Hahaha, you're not scared anymore, are you?"

A ghost face appeared from nowhere behind Hua Huo. It was Aha. If it hadn't used the power of the star god to reinforce this space, how could Hua Huo see Zeus's heroic figure at such a close distance?