F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

The Lord's laughter exploded from the bottom of the engine.

"I see... I see!"

Its severed head was pinned to the center of the gray-white array by eleven cores, and the dark green roots below its neck were still twitching.

I can't move.

But it laughed more and more wildly.

"Those idiots from the previous era brought you back from beyond the boundary, not to make you a savior!"

"They want you to repair the twelfth well!"

"An unlocked life seed, the most perfect sacrifice!"

"Chen Yifan, you saved Lanxing, but in the end, you'll be nailed to this place forever!"

Chen Yifan stared at the two lines of golden judgment in front of him.

Option 1: Reconstruct the seal using the Blue Star's core as the twelfth core. Cost: The Star's core is under pressure, the civilization's spark is downgraded, harvesting is delayed, and the farm marker cannot be eradicated.

[Option Two: Rewrite the well-sealing rules using the unlocked life seed as the twelfth heart. Cost: The life seed is merged with the engine's underlying judgment, permanently imprisoned here.]

He will forever remain here.

Those four words slammed into my head, causing a dull, throbbing pain.

Chen Yifan loosened his grip on the Holy Lord's head slightly.

Why did he fight his way here?

In order to survive.

For money.

In order to allow Chen Xue to see a doctor and to stop Wang Shufen from staying up all night doing odd jobs.

He never thought of being a hero.

I never imagined burying myself in such a godforsaken place, becoming a well for the entire blue planet.

But the world engine just had to put the road right in his face.

Alternatively, Blue Star can continue to display the farm marker and wait for the next harvest.

Alternatively, he could add a twelfth heart, forever anchoring it at the bottom of the engine.

"Chen Yifan..."

Bai Zhi's voice squeezed in from the channel, with a noticeable tremor.

"The second option is to put you in the twelfth position."

Wang Qingyun's voice was even louder.

Don't choose that!

"Did you hear me? Don't choose that!"

"We didn't send so many people in back then just to send one more like you today!"

The Holy Lord laughed even louder.

"Why not choose?"

"To become the new well, to become the guardian of the blue planet!"

"How glorious!"

"How magnificent!"

Chen Yifan ignored it.

His gaze lingered on the last line of Option 1.

Farm markers cannot be removed.

These words are even more glaring than Yongzhen here.

The Divine Court still exists.

The harvesting agreement is still in effect.

The farm certification at the bottom layer of the World Engine is still in place.

If you kill a holy lord today, a second inspector will come tomorrow.

Next time, who will stop them?

Should we drag another unlucky guy back from outside the boundary?

Chen Yifan looked down at the seal mark on his chest.

Grayish-white lines spread from his sternum to his limbs, binding him tightly to the eleven ancient wells.

In the Blood Rain Well, resentment churns.

Inside the Thunder Bone Well, the remnants of the army still gripped their swords.

Deep within the Green Smoke Well, the faint traces of human life were suppressed by golden rules, yet they never went out.

Those people of the previous era filled their hearts, bones, and souls into the well, not so that future generations could kneel in a different posture.

They want Blue Star to stand up.

Even if it's just once.

"Hesitated?"

The Holy Lord immediately seized the moment of silence, his voice shrill and piercing.

"You're afraid of dying!"

"How could a bastard from outside the realm possibly know how to protect?"

"You're just picking up where others left off!"

"Now, it's your turn to pay the bill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the decapitated Holy Lord suddenly opened his mouth wide.

The darkness within his mouth churned and transformed into countless dark green roots.

Those roots did not reach towards the blue and white star's heart.

It did not continue to corrode the eleven cores.

They pounced on Chen Yifan's shadow, which fell onto the golden field.

"If you choose to become the twelfth heart, I will devour you first!"

"The moment your destiny seed and engine merge will be your weakest moment!"

"When the time comes, the Twelve Wells will be mine."

"Blue Star belongs to me."

"Your body belongs to me too!"

Dark green roots collided with the shadows.

A chilling, tearing sensation surged up from the soles of my feet, rushing straight to my consciousness.

Chen Yifan's consciousness was forcibly dragged out.

Half of it was nailed down by the golden verdict.

Half of it was pulled into darkness by the roots of the Holy Lord.

Sky Dome Command Center.

Shenhou smashed a high-level heretic with a single blow and roared at the communicator.

"White Gardenia!"

"What happened to Chen Yifan?"

Bai Zhi's fingers turned white from typing, and the screen was filled with red warnings.

"No, we can't get in touch!"

"The engine's underlying mechanisms are resisting external probing!"

"I could only see a glimmer of his life force, enveloped by a dark green contamination!"

Her voice suddenly changed.

"Captain Wang, Chen Yifan, he..."

Wang Qingyun did not speak.

He only had half a broken heart left.

The wisp of smoke and embers was still connected to the sealed well bone mark on Chen Yifan's chest.

Therefore, he could sense it.

That kid is being forced to choose a path harder than death.

Wang Qingyun gritted his teeth, his voice low and hoarse.

"Kid."

Hang in there.

Engine underlying layers.

The images in front of Chen Yifan's eyes began to flash erratically.

He saw himself transformed into a cold, lifeless stone well, standing amidst the ruins of the universe, unable to move, unable to speak, only able to hear time slowly grinding by.

He then saw his body being possessed by the Holy Lord.

His face, which belonged to him, revealed an unfamiliar smile to the blue planet.

"elder brother……"

From the depths of darkness, Chen Xue's voice rang out.

She stood in the empty room, reaching out to feel around the door.

"Brother, where are you?"

The next moment, it was Wang Shufen.

She stood at the kitchen doorway, holding a bowl of pork rib soup, her brows furrowed.

"The food's all cold."

"Why aren't you back yet, child?"

Wang Fugui was covered in blood, holding up the huge shield made of door panels, his teeth almost grinding to powder.

"Brother Fan!"

"Hold on!"

"I can still manage!"

Mu Wanqing's voice was very soft.

"Chen Yifan, you still owe me a favor."

Su Qingxue stood in the wind and snow, sword in hand.

"return."

"I'll teach you the next sword strike."

Finally, there's Wang Qingyun.

"Kid."

Don't look back.

"Keep acting."

A series of sounds rang out in the darkness.

Chen Yifan suddenly opened his eyes.

The slight wavering in his eyes was crushed by ruthlessness.

"It's so noisy."

The Holy Lord's laughter paused for a moment.

"What did you say?"

Chen Yifan looked up and grinned.

"I said, you're fucking noisy."

He didn't look at those two lines of judgment again.

They didn't even try to pull out the roots that were tangled in the shadow.

Instead, he took the initiative to tear open his sea of ​​consciousness, revealing the deepest part where the Purple Gold Pagoda was located.

The Holy Lord was stunned.

The next moment, it was so ecstatic that its voice became distorted.

"idiot!"

"You actually gave up your defense!"

"Then I'll grant your wish!"

Platinum-gold divine light.

Dark green pollution.

The power of the golden rules.

The three forces simultaneously found an entrance and, through the crack in Chen Yifan's sea of ​​consciousness that he had torn open, frantically poured into the depths of his soul.

The Purple Gold Pagoda shook violently.

On the tower, the gray-white patterns of the eleven cores lit up layer by layer.

Chen Yifan stood in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness and raised his hand to press down on the tower gate.

Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were colder than ever.

"They're in."

"Then don't leave."