He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yun Yi looked at the ball of light—golden red, dim, trembling, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Because you are different from them."

Tian Dou remained silent.

"From the moment you awoke, you were suppressing that world-destroying command," Yun Yi said. "You could have done what they did and destroyed everything. But you didn't."

"You chose to fight, you chose to protect, you chose to stand on the side of this world."

Even if this world is fake.

The light emanating from Tian Dou suddenly trembled: "You know?"

Yun Yi didn't answer, he just stared at him.

The silvery-white light cluster in the sky first lit up.

"I don't know what's real." His voice was hoarse and low. "From the moment I woke up, a voice deep in my consciousness told me—destroy this world, destroy everything, and return everything to nothingness."

"I've been holding it down for a long time."

He paused for a moment.

"Sometimes I think, maybe that voice is right."

"Perhaps this world really should be destroyed."

"Perhaps those awakened gods are not destroyers, but are simply fulfilling some kind of mission."

"But you ask me why I chose to protect? I don't know either."

"Perhaps the person I was in the past is still influencing the person I am now."

"I was once a righteous judge, but now I am just an evil god who has been resurrected from the dead."

The sound was very soft, as soft as a whisper in the wind.

But every word clearly reached Yun Yi's ears.

Yun Yi stared at the dim, silvery-white light, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"I've come here to ask you something."

The radiant light in the sky flickered slightly: "What is it?"

"The truth of this world," Yun Yi said softly, "are those cities, mountains, and humans real or fake? Are those gods real or fake? Are you real or fake?"

The night breeze stopped.

Deep within the vast mountains, the ancient aura that has been sealed for countless years is slowly dissipating, like morning mist receding into the rising sun.

Three dim orbs of light hung in the night sky, remaining silent for a long time.

Tai Cang was the first to flash.

"I have no idea."

"After each world was destroyed, I only remember that we had destroyed a world, but I don't remember why we destroyed a world, nor do I remember what the world was like before it was destroyed."

"But if you say the world is fake, then it really is fake."

"One could even say that we exist now only because He has not yet awakened."

Yun Yi paused for a moment, then asked, "The 'Her' you're referring to, is it the girl beside me?"

Taicang nodded: "Yes. You could say that she is the true Daoist Master of Myriad Traces."

"Among our group of gods, he can be considered a figure of myth and legend."

Yun Yi pondered for a moment: "Then what about 'you guys in the past' that you mentioned before? And why did your former gods want to destroy the world?"

Tai Cang remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"If I had to put it in perspective... we are more like a nightmare for Him now."

"This world itself is a dream of His. And we are the nightmare that destroys everything."

"Although saying that might be overestimating myself, I really can't think of a better way to describe it."

Yun Yi nodded and asked the last question:

"Do you know anything about the real world? Or rather... does the real world still exist?"

He had thought about this question for a long time.

The park couldn't possibly throw them into a fantasy dream as mannequins.

The purpose of the amusement park is to plunder the world. If everything is an illusion, then what is there to plunder?

Killing more people is pointless; it's all for naught.

Combined with the sense of familiarity he felt with destiny, he guessed that the place they initially descended into was the real world, or at least very close to it.

As for why he came here... he had some ideas, but he couldn't be sure, and even wanted to suppress the thought.

Tai Cang remained silent.

The silvery-white light trembled in the night wind, like a lonely lamp about to tip over.

His voice came from the light, hoarser and more tired than before—like a knife that had been used for too long, sharpened on a grinding wheel.

"The real world...exists," he said. "We've all lived there."

Tian Dou picked up the conversation, the golden-red light dimming:

"But we don't remember any of it."

"After each world ends, memories are wiped clean, leaving only blurry, untraceable, and lingering images, like looking through frosted glass."

"We know we are destroying ourselves, but we don't know why we are destroying ourselves."

The silvery-gray light of Tianmu slowly rotated, its voice as calm as still water: "We are merely executors."

"He is the dreamer, and we are the ghosts in the dream."

"As long as His nightmare continues, we will not disappear."

"As long as His nightmare continues, our destruction will not cease."

Yun Yi looked at them and remained silent for a long time.

"What is the real world like?"

The three beams of light dimmed simultaneously for a moment.

Tai Cang spoke up: "I don't know."

Tiandou said, "I only remember the wind. The wind there... had a sound. It blew over mountains and rivers, over cities and villages."

"Unlike now, even the wind is fake."

Yun Yi stared at them, remaining silent for a long time.

"Do you want to go back?"

The ball of light in the sky trembled slightly: "There's no going back."

The voice was as calm as stating a fact:

"We are ghosts in a dream."

"When the dream ends, we disappear."

"Our only way of being is to stay in this dream, to continue being ghosts, to continue destroying, and to continue being destroyed."

The sound grew softer and softer, like a candle flickering and crackling in its last flame.

"But I don't want to be a ghost anymore."

Yun Yi looked at the silvery-white ball of light—dim, trembling, as if it might go out at any moment.

"You want me to kill you all."

Tai Cang remained silent, Tian Dou remained silent, and Tian Mu remained silent.

The three beams of light flashed simultaneously, like three lamps swaying in the wind, finally making their final decision.

Tai Cang's voice emanated from the silvery white light:

"Before we completely lose control."

Tian Dou's voice emanated from the golden-red light: "Before we become the same kind of people we kill with our own hands."

Tianmu's voice emanated from the silver-gray: "When we still remember—when we were us."

Yun Yi looked at them without saying a word.

He spoke—

"I--"

The sky cracked.

A giant crack appeared across the night sky, stretching from east to west, like an invisible hand tearing the sky apart.

Dark red flames burned along the edge of the crack, licking at the clouds and turning the entire sky blood red.

Deep within the rift, countless auras are approaching.

It was not an ancient, broken, and mad god awakened from the depths of the earth, but something more alien, colder, and from outside this world.

Those scents seeped in through the cracks, surging into the night sky like a tide.