New sorrows and old grievances, continuous and unending.

One after another, like flies; swat one down, and another emerges, endlessly, exasperating beyond measure!

Even though I've already yielded repeatedly, why won't they even allow a single good dream to be completed?!"

Wen Sheng opened his eyes.

Everything that had turned to dust and smoke gathered once more; the obliterated consciousness and soul reappeared from the void.

Like time flowing backward.

All that was obliterated, erased, and utterly destroyed converged once more.

No, it's more than that...

For a fleeting moment, the world seemed to suddenly collapse, transform into a phantom, revealing its true form. Beyond this endless illusion, enormous bones like mountain ranges surrounded it.

It was a three-headed serpent!

Countless moths rose and fell upon the bones, gnawing at the decayed flesh, the exposed white bones, continuously oscillating, revealing human faces on their wings amidst the opening and closing of phosphor powder-covered wings...

All bore the likeness of Wen Sheng!

Those natures, nurtured and completed from the souls of followers, transformed into moths, devouring the past self entirely, simultaneously constructing the current self!

This is a cycle.

Revolving around the Huangliang Remains, a ceaseless cycle of death and resurgence, the interchange of bones and moths, allowing Wen Sheng to linger on the edge of death and life, existence and void, enduring boundless pain and torment, thus ascending and thus transforming!

The foundation of the entire illusion is built upon Wen Sheng's bones!

Perhaps this is the complete visage of the Holy God!

"Now, you don't have to regret anymore, Wen Jie."

Ji Jue sighed softly, speaking slowly: "Back then, you indeed, truly killed Wen Sheng, ground the bones and scattered the ashes, leaving no aftermath."

The Wen Sheng of the past was, indeed, dead.

Yet unresolved resentment and grievances reformed into a broken, mad residual spirit, forcibly ascending with this obsession and hatred, through countless trials and nurturing of nature, reconvened into the present form!

Since the soul is fragmented, then reassemble it to completion; since the bones were ground, then reconvene the ashes.

Hatred and obsession transcended death.

Reshaped 'self' using countless souls and natures!

Thus, rebirth.

Thus, resurrection!

The Ship of Theseus replaced its last plank, yet it remains Theseus, still the being of the past.

And now, even if Ji Jue and Wen Wen were to grind his bones and scatter his ashes again, it would be futile. The entire illusion builds on the Holy God's bones, and the entire illusion is within the Holy God's observation.

Countless Wen Sheng natures, transformed into moths, observed each other, ultimately forming the strongest observer, the Holy God.

Within the Holy God's observation, even if the constructed soul were destroyed once again, it could still be reborn in an instant.

To break this mechanism, one must first break the Holy God's observation, and to do so, one must first destroy this illusion, yet this illusion itself is based on the Holy God...

A closed-loop system has already formed!

Without external interference, Ji Jue almost finds no way to break the cycle from within.

Even the traces left by Chun Jun were completely erased the moment they were detected.

"To understand one's true face, one must seek inward."

A gentle voice arose, echoing between heaven and earth, as if a sigh and lament: "The more inward you seek, the more things you must let go and abandon.

At the same time, the clearer it becomes as to who I am."

"Ultimately, at the moment of seeing oneself clearly, you will understand, love, desire, ideals, sorrow, despair, hope...

All are nothing but insignificant dust!"

At that moment, Wen Sheng's figure, with the change of the world, appeared once more before their eyes.

"It truly has been a long time, Wen Wen, I've returned."

That calm face slowly lifted, smiling slightly at them: "Thanks to you, my 'Heavenly Human Foundation·Myriad Endings' is complete!"

"Is it really just the Heavenly Human Foundation?"

Ji Jue's brow arched, carefully observing everything before him, constantly speculating and pondering in his mind: "No, with such elaborate efforts, besides the Heavenly Human Foundation, doesn't this illusion also contain the prototype of the Doomsday Theory?

So that's how it is, such ambition and spirit, truly astonishing!"

Ordinary people would have exhausted their efforts to achieve Heavenly Human status, unable to care for anything else.

But Wen Sheng, after enduring so much pain and torment, remarkably still had the capacity to plan and contemplate higher realms.

Even looking forward to the realm of saints and dragons!

Even as a Doomsday Theory, this illusion is still too small, not even a glimpse, but it has already laid the crucial foundation for the future to come!

Next, it's about methodically adding bricks and tiles...

"..."

Wen Sheng's smile faltered for a moment.

Unexpectedly, even a slight trace and structure exposed were enough for Ji Jue to detect the key!

Clearly, the perception is not outstanding, yet this insight and instinct are excessively peculiar.

Even now, with the situation so dire, still analyzing everything around instinctively, incessantly.

"However, the question is, the Path of Ascension should be closest to the Saint, right? Why divert towards the dragon?"

Ji Jue was puzzled and asked in confusion, "Have you abandoned the orthodox origins of Creationism in favor of the apocalyptic end times of Divine Abomination Theory? That's completely twice the effort for half the result, just asking for trouble, right?"

Among the Twelve Superior, Ruins is the closest to the side representing 'Dragon,' which signifies Destruction, whereas opposite to Ruins, the essence of Ascension is closest to the Sage, representing origins!

Indeed, the Sage and the Dragon, one is the origin, and the other is the end; creation and destruction are equally matched, but Wen Sheng's choice is as if Ji Jue gave up on the Tianmen University right at his doorstep and his strongest mechanical engineering degree, to run to Nanlin to study liberal arts... just asking for trouble, what's the point?!

"Yeah, why though?"

Wen Wen knew full well and glanced at his brother, not hiding his mockery in the slightest, feigning ignorance as he asked, "Perhaps it's the unrealistic fantasies that still exist in a love-deprived child's heart?"

"Oh? How so?"

Ji Jue feigned curiosity, cracking open some nuts.

Wen Sheng hadn't even spoken yet when he saw the two of them huddled together, whispering and pointing at him, laughing and chatting, with shells of sunflower seeds and nuts nearly littering the ground.

In the brief silence, that face showed no change from beginning to end, only growing colder.

No longer wanting to tolerate those two repulsive faces appearing before his eyes!

"Ultimately beyond redemption—"

The disdainful face slowly rose, a magnificent door revealed behind him, with countless reliefs shifting and changing on it, dazzling the eyes.

It seemed like the gates of Heaven.

But it wasn't a door... it was the gaping maw of the corpse of a Three-headed Serpent hanging down!

Paradise, opens here!

As the first drop of water slowly seeped from behind the door, it echoed with a crisp sound, and as the first strand of illusion light flowed like a spring, it appeared with a dreamlike iridescence.

But the endless torrent surged as if the seven seas' levees had burst, gushing forth, and in an instant, engulfed the heavens, covered the earth, filled everything!

Countless inverted fantasies, unquenchable deranged desires, endless twisted phenomena.

This wasn't anything as dreamlike or beautiful, but rather the delusions and madness extracted from countless souls immersed in bliss from the beginning to now, within the Illusion Dream, the soul poison born in endless hunger!

No longer any room to dodge, nor any space to retreat.

Even a single drop would suffice to cause all determinations to decay, consciousness to rot, and souls to dissolve...

And at this moment, what Ji Jue saw before his eyes could truly be described as boundless!

Throughout this long time, just how brutal decadence and revelry did bliss within Paradise witness, and how many souls were distorted beyond recognition in indulgence?

This torrent is the answer!

Before the Chaos Era, there were records—it was described that when the earthly world was filthy, and sinners roamed rampant, the gods would send down a great flood of destruction to cleanse everything, and all heretics would drown in the flood, while the righteous would, under the guidance of the Prophet, cross the disaster and begin a new epoch...

But now, there are no righteous ones, nor a Prophet.

Only the flood of destruction, sweeping in from all directions!

The world-end flood descends here.

Sparing no one, swallowing everything.

"What the h—"

In a corner of the Illusion Dream, Old Deng, who was still secretly snacking on sunflower seeds on the shattered ground, was dumbfounded, gazing up, frozen in place.

Staring in disbelief.

I mean, I was only goofing off for a little while, just a little while!

The white foam at my mouth hasn't even dried yet, how did things get this troublesome?!

His vision blackened.

His claws began to tingle.

Logically speaking, from the moral standpoint of a craftsman, at this point, he should decisively pat his ass and leave, yet instead... he finally came across a kid who suited his taste, hadn't even finished developing his network, and yet...

Yet, oh damn it, he's a Moisture!

Yes, Ji Jue wouldn't admit it; this damn thing never had the awareness, only finding things troublesome. But with Non-Attack in hand, even Mercury acknowledged it, Fluid Alchemy was taught to you, and you claim not to be, isn't that just a little bit of deception?

It's just a matter of going through the formalities!

Moisture's mutual affinity for all things.

This compassion doesn't differentiate between 'me' and 'others,' and it was by this virtue that the ancient Moists were formed, and this connection of rules between companions is really what cannot be violated or broken.

"Damn it, I'm losing out big time!"

After a moment's hesitation, Old Deng gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, picked up the Snake Hat in his arms, pried open the snake's mouth, reached his hand in, ignoring the snake's gagging and glare, reaching all the way down, gripping the trump card pressed at the bottom of the box.

Unfortunately, he couldn't pull it out...

His movements stopped.

Trembling.

At that moment, right in front of him, invisible darkness slowly rose, transforming into a vague eye.

Overlooking him.

Just one glance, Bao Dacai, no, the master expelled from the association, Moisture Fan Qian, gave up all hope and resistance.

With a bitter smile, he sighed.

So that's how it is?

"... Unable to take care of oneself, let alone others?"

Then, he was swallowed by the blackness that came surging forward.

In the end, only managing to look at that distant and tiny figure in the sky.

You kid, you're on your own...

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