In Douluo Continent, I am the mastermind behind the scenes.

Today they cede a piece of land, tomorrow they cede a city!

A temporary retreat might avert a war of gods, but what about afterward? Can this war of gods be avoided indefinitely?

"Since there are no objections, it's settled then. Now... everyone go back and pack your things. The first batch of people heading to the Star Luo Continent will depart tomorrow morning. I will personally lead the team to the Star Luo Continent to pave the way for you."

As she spoke, Long Yeyue suddenly stood up and strode out of the Sea God Pavilion conference room.

Seeing this, everyone finally realized that Long Yeyue, this old woman, wanted to die peacefully. She was already over 210 years old this year, and she could live for another 30 years or so before she was done. She wanted to live peacefully while she was alive, and what did it matter if the sea was raging after she died?

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The relocation of Poseidon Pavilion and Tang Clan has come to an end.

Cao Dezhi initially disagreed with Tang Sect withdrawing from Douluo Continent, but Tang Hao and A Yin were afraid that Gu Yuena might do something unwise. They figured those with nothing to lose were fearless, and if the Douluo world were truly destroyed, they would be left with no one to blame but themselves.

Before the return of the divine realm, there's no need for them to confront Gu Yuena head-on. What's the point of worrying about temporary gains and losses?

At this moment, in Dragon Valley, Huo Yuhao and Ma Weilan were trapped in the Heavenly Kingdom in the Clouds. The River of Time and the River of Destiny had long since disappeared. The two of them were standing on a 7x7 square platform, and outside the platform was nothingness.

"Brother Tianmeng, what's going on? Is this still the Douluo Continent?"

Huo Yuhao, who had become so accustomed to consulting the heavens and the heavens in the face of trouble, had long lost the ability to handle problems on his own.

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm emerged from Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea. After sensing the energy emanating from the surroundings, it thoughtfully remarked, "This is indeed not the Douluo Continent, but a small space within the Dragon Valley Secret Realm. How should I put it? In your human terms, it should be... a nesting doll!"

"Matryoshka dolls?" Ma Weilan frowned, her face full of doubt.

"Yes, it's like a nesting doll." Tianmeng Ice Silkworm said solemnly, "These nesting doll spaces weren't created by any powerful being later on, but formed naturally. They might contain divine artifacts, fragments of divine positions, or even treasures like dragon tokens, or they might contain nothing at all. So, what is your choice?"

Ma Weilan laughed heartily, "A man dies in the sky, but if he doesn't die, he'll live for ten thousand years. In these chaotic times, if you don't even dare to take this little risk, you should just cut that thing off, put on a skirt and hairpins, and go home to nurse your children!"

Before she could finish speaking, Ma Weilan felt a sudden darkness before her eyes. When she came to her senses, the scene in front of her had changed once again.

A palace, a palace with a purple theme, a palace with a purple theme and an overall dark style, came into view of Huo Yuhao and his companion.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two opened the main hall door and walked straight in.

After taking only two steps, the two of them suddenly felt a chill, and painful memories from the past flooded back into their minds.

Having lived three lifetimes, Huo Yuhao had long since developed an iron heart. Even if Huo Yun'er were beaten ten thousand times by Dai Huabin's men, he would not be moved in the slightest.

Ma Weilan was somewhat inferior, but that was relative to Huo Yuhao. He was far superior to his peers, and this level of trial was no challenge for him.

As they walked faster and faster, they felt the evil thoughts in their hearts being magnified step by step.

Soon, the two arrived at an iron gate, each grabbed one of the doorknobs, and slowly opened the heavy iron gate.

The back of a purple-haired woman came into their view.

Then, the woman stood on the high platform, dressed in a ceremonial robe and wearing a crown, holding a scepter that symbolized her status.

Rakshasa God Bibi Dong!

No, to be precise, it should be said that it was the energy body transformed from the shattered divine consciousness of the Rakshasa. The real Bibi Dong is already dead!

Could it be that... what the inscription on that stone tablet means, "to bring the dead back to life from the road to the underworld"?

Huo Yuhao dared not move, not even daring to breathe deeply.

Everyone knows that Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa Goddess, is a madwoman, a madwoman with an extremely twisted mind who is always self-centered!

"Since you're here, then stay and become nourishment for the Rakshasa Demon Scythe!"

As a clear, cold female voice rang out, wisps of pale purple mist spread throughout the hall, and the scene before them changed once again.

There was no palace at all; it was clearly a mass grave, surrounded by piles of bones, with nowhere to even put your feet down.

Upon seeing this scene, Huo Yuhao subconsciously swallowed, his mind tensing even more. As the scene continued to change, he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Yuhao, where are you? Can you hear me?"

A slightly hurried voice rang in Huo Yuhao's ears. Huo Yuhao subconsciously looked in the direction from which the voice came... but could not lock onto the target.

Because the sound seemed to come from all directions, the two of them... seemed to be in different spaces.

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"Azure, don't worry, calm down and listen to me. If I'm not mistaken, we are currently in an illusion created by the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong. The only way to break free from this illusion is to hold fast to your own mind and not let anything happening in the illusion affect your judgment. Remember, these are all fake. Once your mind is completely corrupted, you will never be able to return to reality."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yuhao felt a flash of white light in front of him, and then everything returned to normal. But he found that... the scene in front of him had changed once again.

"Is this... Shrek City?"

Looking at the familiar street corner in front of him, Huo Yuhao subconsciously clenched his fist. This place... held his most beautiful memories.

Just then, a girl with long blue and pink hair tugged at his sleeve, "Yuhao, I'm hungry, let's go get some potstickers."

As she spoke, the girl didn't care whether Huo Yuhao agreed or not, and directly pulled his arm towards the shop next door.

"I'm so sorry, esteemed Soul Masters, business is booming today, and we've sold out of potstickers. To express my apologies, I'd like to offer you both some freshly baked sesame cakes."

The shopkeeper apologized as he handed two trays filled with sesame cakes to the two men.

The girl picked up the sesame seed cake in front of her, took a bite, and spat it directly onto the ground.

"Yuhao, I don't like sesame seed cakes, could you... eat them for me?"

The girl tilted her head and handed the chipped sesame seed cake in her hand to Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao glanced at the girl, then at the sesame seed cake with a small chip in front of him, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

Who the hell could stand this?! (End of Chapter)