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

Yun Yi ignored his fear.

"Why have you come?"

The enormous being remained silent for a long time.

His dark red eyes swept over Yun Yi, as if trying to find some flaw in him.

But it found nothing—because Yun Yi was standing on frozen time, and behind him stood the authority of Wan Su Dao Jun.

It finally spoke, its voice even hoarser than before, as if something had been forced out of its throat.

"We've come to destroy the world."

"Let's destroy this dream world."

"Let us weaken His power."

"Who is He?"

"Lord Wansu Dao".

"Why?" Yun Yi asked. "Why weaken Wan Su Daojun's power?"

The silence was longer and heavier than before, as if it were pressing down on countless unspoken secrets.

Then it opened.

"Because we attacked Him."

"Before He falls asleep and before our world is enveloped by His power, let us unite and strike from behind."

"We planted a curse in His divinity—the 'world-ending curse'."

"When He is asleep, He has endless nightmares."

"The nightmare becomes the real world, in which it is constantly destroyed, reborn, destroyed again, and reborn again."

"Every destruction consumes His power, and every rebirth makes the seal stronger."

"And we—we enter the dream, destroy everything, and accelerate the process."

"Once His power is weakened to its limit, we will be able to kill Him completely."

It's finished speaking.

His dark red eyes stared at Yun Yi, his gaze complex, a mixture of fear and defiance.

Yun Yi fell silent.

He looked at the vertical pupils, the dense runes on the scales, and the wings made of three pairs of fine bones, and said:

"You're saying you ambushed Wan Su Dao Jun? And succeeded, and even cast a curse?"

Seeing his disbelief, the enormous being spoke urgently: "This is indeed something that happened, and it is indeed a fact etched in our memories."

"I don't know if you are Wan Su Dao Jun, but this is true."

Yun Yi didn't reply, but just watched it quietly.

Then he laughed.

This is like an ant telling you that it was going to poison someone named Tai, and it succeeded.

Yes, that's right, the guy with the surname Tai is called Taro.

Do you believe it?

He simply doesn't believe it.

The being before him was casually pulled out from the depths of the crack, unable to even struggle, yet claimed to have participated in the sneak attack on Wan Su Dao Jun—Wan Su Dao Jun, the supreme being in mythology who wields the laws of time, the origin of all things, the source of all laws, and the foundation of all existence.

Yun Yi could clearly sense that even with the blessing of so many gods, Wan Su Dao Jun's authority was still not fully in his hands.

The remaining part, like an unreachable star, hangs in the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness. It is clearly there, but no matter how hard you try, you can't reach it.

At this moment, he only holds a portion of the power.

But the creature in front of him, which he could easily grasp with a gentle squeeze, told him that they had once ambushed Wan Su Dao Jun and succeeded.

To be honest, this joke isn't funny.

"You still don't believe me?" the enormous being said, its dark red eyes seeming to see right through his thoughts.

"But we did do it."

"You don't believe that beings like us can harm a god who stands at the end of time."

Yun Yi neither denied nor admitted it.

He paused for a moment, then said:

"I don't believe your words, but I believe your fears."

He raised his hand, and a wisp of gray time power condensed at his fingertips, like a thin snake coiling around the head of that being, drilling into the depths of its consciousness from its temple, searching for its soul.

He wanted to examine its soul, to see if those memories were true or false, and to see if those accounts of the ambush were real or fabricated.

The moment the power of time touched it, the enormous entity froze.

Then its body began to disintegrate from the edges of its scales, turning into dark red specks of light layer by layer, like ice thrown into fire, melting, evaporating, and disappearing from the outside in.

It was too fast, so fast that Yun Yi didn't even have time to read any information before it completely dissipated, leaving only dark red specks of light drifting in the night wind.

Yun Yi withdrew his hand, watching the light spots dissipate and the empty space behind him.

His senses probed into the remaining aftershocks, trying to find any remnants—the sea of ​​consciousness, the divine essence, the imprint of memories—but there was nothing.

He remained silent for a long time before speaking softly:

"It's fake. Even the soul is fake."

That being has no soul.

What the soul search just touched was merely a hollow, false surface, like a paper wall.

When he tried to penetrate it, there was nothing inside—a magnificent building on the outside, but when he pushed open the door, there wasn't even a foundation.

Its memory is false.

All the things it said—"jointly attack Wan Su Dao Jun," "implant a world-destroying curse," "destroy the dream from the real world to weaken Him"—were all lies.

But Yunyi did not feel relieved.

Because another problem has become bigger.

If these alien races are fake, if the being he captured is fake, and if its memories are fake—then where is the real world?

Are those "real worlds" he thought were hidden behind the alien races also fake?

Was this dream deeper than he imagined?

There's more than one layer; there might be a second, third, or even a fourth—layer upon layer, like folded blankets, and you never know if the bottom layer is the real one.

Yun Yi stood in the sky, with frozen time beneath his feet, the authority of Wan Su Dao Jun behind him, and the star races still emerging from the cracks before him.

Dark red flames licked at the clouds, and Tai Cang, Tian Dou, and Tian Mu were still fighting at the edge of the crack.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand.

The gray power of time surged forth once more—but instead of attacking those races, it probed the rift, the deep void, the source from which those star races emerged, and the deepest place hidden, shrouded in countless layers of illusion.

He wanted to see what was on the other side of the crack.

The crack has no end.

The gray power of time, like invisible tentacles, pierced through layers of dark red flames, through the bodies of the emerging star races—and then through them.

There was nothing there.

On the other side of the crack is utter, absolute nothingness: no matter, no energy, no flow of time.

He continued to extend the power of time.

After passing through that void, he touched another "skin"—the same skin as the one he had just crushed, false, empty, like a paper wall.

Penetrate, and there's another layer of skin; penetrate again, and there's another layer; and another, and another.

Like peeling an onion, each layer is thinner, crisper, and more artificial than the last—but none of them contain any substance.