Lies, deception, threats, pressure, or even temptations.

Through a relaxed pull, seeking weaknesses to the utmost, and even creating them—the confrontation began the moment they showed, through words and smiles.

Wen Sheng was like this, and so was Ji Jue.

Now, the cunning probing has ended—in the instant he silently observed and assessed Ji Jue's condition and difficulty, Wen Sheng committed himself fully without hesitation!

But before that... Ji Jue had already made his move.

Long before the question mark rose above his head and caught Wen Sheng's attention, the groundwork had been laid. As the weight of the world descended from nowhere to crush Ji Jue to powder, Wen Sheng's face subtly changed, and his body unknowingly swelled.

Intense light shone from his flesh.

Just like...

—An explosion!

BOOM!!!

In the deafening roar, this manifested body was instantly blasted into dust.

Regathered again, only to explode again, the chain reaction of explosions expanded instantly, as intense light rose and fell, engulfing the entire Sky City, and in the blink of an eye, everything turned into ashes.

Until he realized the source of the problem—the air!

No, more accurately, it was the countless dust particles in the air, so minute, yet they exploded into a blazing light that burnt everything, endlessly drawing spiritual essence and erupting over and over again, without end.

Tricks of a small craft!

In an instant, everything was erased under the revision of Ascension, and the chain of explosions abruptly stopped, but immediately after, one bloody spike after another pierced out from his reformed body.

Pan Ying spiritual essence?

When? Just now? Or even earlier?!

In the moment Wen Sheng was distracted, on the other side, from the ashes of fire, Ji Jue had reappeared, with a mocking smile, the Fly King's Crown glowing above his head, and an invisible vortex spread again, covering reality.

Effortlessly, he erased the ever-increasing weight, even wiping out gravity, as Sky City, shattered and trembling violently, hung suspended in mid-air, as if it had fallen into the remnants of space.

The very next moment, the Heavenly Eye opened from the void of the night sky, causing everything to freeze and halt once more!

Endless stars gathered, transforming into a giant, reaching out toward Ji Jue, but as the giant hand crossed a long distance, it abruptly stopped, and on the giant's body, adorned by stars, anomalies emerged continuously, twisting, with one dazed eye after another emerging from the starry body, parasitic worms.

And then, countless hands, countless eyes, countless wings pierced out from the giant's body, the myriad wings covering the sky and the sun, countless eyes overlooking all, countless hands controlling everything.

The shadow of the Saint re-emerged from the void!

In contrast, a rift suddenly unfolded above the sky, and behind the rift, a vague figure sitting cross-legged appeared, pointing a finger.

The Great Tear!

The collision of intense light with intense light, where all things swayed like straw in the violent wind, the world constantly transforming, in just a blink, everything was utterly different.

Like the duels between gods in the era before chaos.

Recklessly modifying the entire world.

In this illusion dream, with authority in hand, one is no different from a god.

No need for action, no need for words, merely the thought is enough to naturally twist the world, but the world's twisting is just a facade.

The truly intense and chaotic conflict occurs underneath the facade, between the continually colliding and opposing rules at the dream's deepest level.

The gods who create everything and the demons who recreate everything, their authorities counterbalance and compete, vying for the ownership of the entire illusion dream.

But even though Ji Jue had once controlled it all, the foundation of this dream still lay in Wen Sheng's hands, a dream of the Holy God, naturally and inherently in his favor!

And in a sense, in the battle of imagination, Ji Jue naturally fell behind...you ask an engineer who studied laws and formulas for over a decade to barely pass as a second-level engineer to unleash imagination, for a craftsman focused on control to ignore the reality for empty fantasies, it is too demanding, reluctantly so!

Being suppressed, naturally, falling behind is nothing unusual.

The instant Ji Jue realized this, his strategy switched from attack to defense, focusing the majority of his power on fiercely assaulting Wen Sheng's soul.

Regrettably, this was also the opponent's forte, and one in which he excelled far beyond Ji Jue.

Why is it that embers naturally fall behind in such spiritual environments? No matter how many tools you take to the sea, it is still difficult to be as nimble as sea creatures.

And yet... Wen Sheng always felt like a needle in his back!

Whenever Ji Jue's eyes looked over, Ascension's sixth sense, the immediate perception from the ether, and the intuition from Heart Core all continuously warned him!

This bastard is holding something big!

But why should I face him head-on?

In the split second that thought pivoted, Wen Sheng's figure vanished back into the void, returning between presence and absence, as if diving into the sea, only to manifest for a brief moment at critical times amidst the flow of spiritual essence and world changes.

As Ji Jue struggled to deal with the black hole descending from above, Wen Sheng's figure, without a sound, suddenly appeared behind him, his palm pressing toward his soul.

The outcome was decided!

Snap!

Ji Jue's body, just like that, turned to ashes...

Leaving Wen Sheng stunned.

His strike on the soul shattered only an empty shell?

But where is Ji Jue?!

Where is Ji Jue now?

"Why don't you take a look behind you."

In the moment of astonishment, a mocking whisper reached his ears, and the Pan Ying Sword appeared from Wen Sheng's chest out of nowhere, scarlet light expanding, the entanglement of the multitudes and Slaughter's wickedness piercing his soul!

Wounded!

Wen Sheng vanished instantly, pulling back a distance, and when he reappeared, he saw Ji Jue leisurely waiting at his landing spot, raising Pan Ying, waiting for him to come to him!

There was no time to dodge.

An anger flickered in Wen Sheng's eyes for a brief moment, without hesitation, a hard strike!

It was like a collision of souls and souls, a confrontation of authorities and authorities, two fully loaded trucks on a highway crashing face-to-face, Ji Jue, vision going black, consciousness nearly collapsing.

But Wen Sheng had no time to laugh.

He actually froze!

At the moment when he absolutely shouldn't have paused, he stopped, clearly just a step away from utterly crushing Ji Jue, yet he hesitated for an instant. And in that instant, Ji Jue had already grasped his wrist, shackling him, making it impossible to break free.

In Ji Jue's other hand, the Shadow of Chixiao reappeared, with Tianmen opening wide, intertwining with the shadows of the Heavenly Yuan City and the towers, transforming into a cage.

Held tight, impossible to break free.

But just at the moment of full resistance, the flow of spiritual essence once again, damnably, momentarily halted!

Until he finally sensed it, inside his soul...

—Foreign object?!

"Do you remember our first meeting?"

Ji Jue grinned, whispering softly in his ear, "I gave you a gift."

Back then, in Ji Jue's workshop, caught off guard, Wen Sheng was slashed without any reservation by the Chun Jun Sword!

Not only did it severely injure Wen Sheng's divinity, it also silently left Ji Jue's spiritual essence within the wound. The essence changed, disguising itself as part of Wen Sheng, eventually returning with the divinity to the main body.

It was precisely because of this that Ji Jue could be so certain that he could pinpoint Wen Sheng's location, even though such a tactic occurred within an Illusion Dream.

And throughout this long time, Chun Jun's spiritual essence, like a wound, silently hid within Wen Sheng's soul, tearing and mixing with those subtle essences time and time again, until, in the end, a thin wisp of essence, having almost entirely lost its nature, still remained in Wen Sheng's soul!

Even if it's just a sliver, just a tiny bit, it's enough to turn the tide at a critical moment!

In a brief instant, the Fly King's Crown atop Ji Jue's head glimmered, the silver light transformed, dropped into Ji Jue's hand, and became a soul-targeting blade, thrusting forward!

Then, it was also gripped tight!

"Dream on!" Wen Sheng replied indifferently.

The revisions and negations of the Ascension Series, and the distortions and manipulations of the Ether series, overlapped. With that hand, he tightly grasped the Fly King, even though his hand was cut, the depth visible to the bone, refusing to let it advance further!

Then, inch by inch, pushed back!

With the contraction of the five fingers, the Fly King wailed, and quickly, cracks appeared.

Ji Jue remained unmoved, only smiling, looking at him: "Why don't you take a look behind you?"

"How old are you, playing such childish tricks?"

Wen Sheng mocked, unwavering.

"When you heed advice, you'll be well-fed."

Ji Jue could only shrug with regret, "Everyone should keep some childlike innocence, right? Besides..."

—Do you think I went through so much trouble just to pin you down here?

Boom!!!

At the moment when the veil was lifted, and the disguise removed, meteors and blazing light were already close at hand!

Ji Jue sighed silently.

Too bad, you really should have looked back.

And when Wen Sheng wanted to turn around, it was already too late. A Crystal Spear, like a Thunderbolt, descended from the sky, piercing his body, nailing him to the ground, and then the essence of the Ruins spread, obliterating all souls and consciousness...

Death came as promised.

And behind the ashes and annihilation of Wen Sheng, a familiar figure appeared in front of Ji Jue.

Wen Wen.

"..."

"..."

In the dead silence, they looked at each other, in silence.

Wanting to speak but stopping short.

Until Ji Jue awkwardly coughed, avoiding her gaze, "Sister Wen, when did you arrive?"

At this moment, it was just like that moment.

Everything felt so familiar.

Familiar to death!

"Um, let me think..."

Wen Wen seemed to ponder, looking him over with a half-smiling expression: "Probably when you said 'your own thing'?"

"Ah? When did I ever say something like that!"

Ji Jue was shocked, bewildered, looking at the clear-minded, wide-awake Wen Wen in front of him, unable to understand: "Besides, I thought I used enough dosage..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but slap his face, suddenly realizing.

Damn, tolerance!

How could he forget, this woman who drinks like she's reading murder novels, also a frequent visitor to Hope Hospital... Even if he increased the dosage targeting the physique and consciousness of the Ruins, it's probably not enough!

"Not bad, it tasted pretty pure."

Wen Wen laughed, as if she was complimenting him: "You've grown, Ji Jue, drugging someone, especially someone who trusts you, without a second thought.

Probably the craftsman's brain went bad?

No problem, I can help you correct that afterwards—"

Is it really because of that!

Ji Jue was at a loss for words, but seeing Wen Wen's glare, he dared not speak.

A helpless sigh.

Their dialogue, filled with vigilance and alertness, showed no sign of relaxation, even intensifying, with Ji Jue's hands constantly wiping away traces left by Wen Sheng, increasing the Supreme Goodness System's advantage, fully alert.

Until a frustrated sigh echoed from the void.

"Enough already..."

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