Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

The night was very quiet.

Mo Zian lay quietly on the bed.

Suddenly, the previously locked window opened, and a gust of cold wind lifted a corner of the curtains before they slowly closed.

The windows were tightly closed, and the chill dissipated.

A figure sat quietly beside Mo Zian's bed.

clang.

He pushed aside a small section of the blade with his thumb, and moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the blade, making it gleam with a chilling light.

Maple Leaf stared blankly at the opposite wall, her body standing still like a statue, her four fingers gripping the scabbard tightly, slightly white.

The air was so quiet it was suffocating.

Maple Leaf pursed her lips slightly, loosened her thumb, and the blade fell back, the guard and scabbard making a slight clinking sound.

However, at that moment, Mo Zian's fingers suddenly trembled a few times, and Feng Ye's breath hitched slightly.

clang!

The thumb pushed the blade away again.

clang……

The blade was pushed outwards a little.

Mo Zian's fingers stopped moving at this moment.

He loosened his thumb, the blade fell back, and Maple Leaf gently closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.

suddenly!

As if sensing something, the maple leaf instantly opened its eyes, a cold glint appearing once more!

clang!

The blade was pushed away once again!

clang!

It was pushed an inch.

clang!

Push it another inch.

clang!

They pushed it another inch.

In the darkness, the cold light under the moon grew longer and longer.

With each sliver of the blade's thrust, Maple Leaf's gaze grew more complex, and her chest heaved more violently.

Her movements as she pushed the knife became slower and slower, but more and more determined.

Maple Leaf's gaze gradually fell on Mo Zi'an lying on the bed. It was at this moment that a playful smile suddenly appeared on Mo Zi'an's sleeping face.

Maple Leaf was stunned, and the thumb that was pushing the knife stopped instantly.

Immediately afterwards, as if sensing something, Maple Leaf suddenly lifted its thumb, and the blade, which had been pushed halfway open, slid back into its sheath.

A very obvious smile appeared on Maple Leaf's usually expressionless face.

The figure in front of the bed vanished like a ghost in the next moment.

……

Meanwhile, Mo Zian's dream was quite lively.

"Bang!"

A massive stream of fire, accompanied by a sound like artillery fire, shot out from what appeared to be an automatic rifle, piercing through the billowing gray mist and shooting into the distance.

Where the fire stream passed, the ash was burned away, leaving a striking void.

"No! You're the foreign object! You are!!!"

In response to a series of hysterical, frantic bursts of gunfire from all around.

"Bang bang bang... bang bang bang..."

Mo Zian began firing his automatic rifle, and streaks of fire instantly spread out in a fan shape, like a slowly opening fire fan. Wherever the fire fan covered, the gray mist completely disappeared.

"roar!"

With a deafening roar, the remaining gray mist seemed to come alive in an instant, dispersing and condensing into a series of hazy "mist figures." Each of these mist figures had a disproportionately large, ferocious mouth on its face, which had no facial features.

"roar!!!"

Roars erupted from the gaping maws on all sides, and then these mist-formed beings lunged at Mo Zian in the center.

Seeing this, Mo Zian put away his gun, closed his eyes slightly, and a flame ignited again at the front of the automatic rifle. A large group of blurry phantoms appeared behind him.

The fog figures drew closer and closer, and finally, the first fog figure pounced on Mo Zian's back.

He turned around and raised his gun.

The flames subsided, revealing a gleaming bayonet!

"kill!"

The bayonet pierced the mistman's chest, igniting a flame. The mistman then instantly dissipated, burning away the gray mist that had formed with him.

Immediately afterwards, the illusory figure behind Mo Zian began to split into a series of light and shadow figures carrying long-barreled rifles and bayonets—

These figures of light and shadow were extremely brave. After splitting up, they fought fiercely with the fog people. As long as the bayonets made of light and shadow pierced the fog people's bodies, the fog people would only collapse.

The once mighty army of fog people began to shrink rapidly, and Mo Zian mingled among these shadowy figures, fighting alongside them.

Raise the spear, thrust, and sheathe the spear, repeating this motion.

The seemingly ferocious fog-men were like paper tigers, being ignited one by one and then disintegrating.

"Where did you come from? What... exactly are you?"

Before long, the surrounding fog people had been almost completely wiped out, and the sounds coming from all around were filled with undisguised fear.

Mo Zian did not answer, but slowly walked to the head of the light and shadow and glanced at the gray mist that had shown signs of recovery.

"kill!!!"

One person shouted "Kill!" and the surrounding lights and shadows echoed in unison, like a vast army.

"what……"

With a sharp cry of pain, the gray fog that had just begun to recover was instantly swept away, leaving only the clearest darkness.

The next moment, Mo Zian was in a daze. When he came to his senses, he found himself next to a calm lake.

Beside the lake was a small courtyard, which, judging from its appearance, was the old house I used to live in in Mu'nan Town.

Mo Zian strode forward, carrying an automatic rifle, and kicked open the courtyard gate. He found a faceless boy kneeling on the ground, clutching his head.

The other creature had a large mouth just like the one the Fogman had before, but now it looked rather pathetic—

The other person's body was covered in countless tiny wounds, from which gushed purplish-red, viscous blood.

Mo Zian stepped forward, kicked it over, and stomped on it, aiming his automatic rifle at its head.

"You can't kill me..."

The faceless boy on the ground spoke weakly, his voice unclear whether he was mocking or pleading, "You..."

boom!

Looking at the bloody hole in the faceless boy's head, Mo Zian put away his gun and picked his nose.

"That's really damn good."

After saying that, Mo Zian turned to leave, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he found that the other person had sat up again.

"I told you, you..."

boom!

He lay down, then sat up again.

"you……"

boom!

"..."

bang bang bang...

Then he sat up again.

One kept firing, while the other kept lying down and sitting up.

After what seemed like an eternity of commotion, Mo Zian's gums started to hurt—it really had been a half-hour ordeal, and then he spent half an hour doing sit-ups with the other person.

If this were in real life, the guy would probably have developed abs by now.

Mo Zian had long realized that this kind of "hardcore fitness" was not a solution, but he just didn't have any better options at the time.

"Cough cough... Hehehehehe, I told you, you can't kill me."

"snort……"

Mo Zian snorted coldly, ignoring it, because his thoughts drifted to the large lake outside...

Suddenly, Mo Zian's eyes lit up. He put away his gun, grabbed the other man by the back of his collar, and strode out.

This time, for the first time, a look of panic appeared on the faceless boy's face, and he began to struggle frantically.

Seeing this, Mo Zian felt much more at ease.

Feeling the increasingly intense force in his hand, Mo Zian's face once again revealed a mocking smile, so he quickened his pace and stepped out of the courtyard.

Soon, Mo Zian walked out of the courtyard gate.

……Um?

Feeling the sudden resistance in his hand, Mo Zian turned his head in confusion and found that there was an invisible wall at the gate of the courtyard, which firmly blocked the faceless boy inside the courtyard.

The other person's face was squashed flat.

Mo Zian, on the other hand, was free to come and go as he pleased.

The other party was clearly not prepared for this situation either. After both sides were stunned for a while, Mo Zian's expression became increasingly ugly, while the faceless boy's lips gradually turned up.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The faceless boy gave up struggling and let Mo Zian carry him like that. "So that's how it is, I understand, so that's how it is... Hahaha..."

Mo Zian looked at the other person with some doubt, because he could hear that the other person's laughter contained an extremely complex sense of desolation and inexplicable sorrow.

"What exactly are you?" Mo Zian asked calmly, now it was his turn to ask the question.

However, the faceless boy in front of him clearly did not answer Mo Zian's question, but just laughed to himself.

Just as Mo Zian was about to say something, the other person's laughter stopped.

suddenly!

The wounds that had split open all over the faceless boy's body suddenly burst open, turning into blood-red eyes that stared straight at Mo Zian.

Mo Zian felt a chill run down his spine in an instant, and his sanity plummeted. He instinctively threw the boy to the ground.

"roar!!!"

Mo Zian's vision went black instantly.

……

"ah!!!"

Mo Zian suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily.

"Damn it!"

Mo Zian slammed his fist on the bed in annoyance, then shook his head helplessly—without a doubt, the strange thing inside him, or rather, in his mind, had not been erased or expelled this time.

The good news is that this strange thing is no match for me, and it probably can't leave the small courtyard in my dream either.

Having thought of this, Mo Zian breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, picked up a glass of water from the bedside table, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

As the water flowed down his throat, Mo Zian's pounding heart gradually calmed down. He wiped his mouth, but then he noticed that his body was inexplicably starting to feel hotter and hotter...

Inside a room upstairs.

Gui Haishuo sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at the maple leaves in front of him, and smiled: "I've said it before, you and I should trust our little Zian more."

"The legacy of an ancient calamity must be guarded against," Maple Leaf said quietly, shaking his head.

"That may be true, but the calamities of antiquity are too distant, while my disciple is right before my eyes."

Gui Haishuo stood up and picked up an iron belt that had been placed beside him. "When I first met him in the courtyard, I could tell that he had the potential to become an innate enlightened being."

At first, I was a little confused. Logically speaking, one should awaken around the age of twelve, but since he consumed the [Creation Galaxy], this time should theoretically be earlier...

Alright, I'm off. If I'm any later, my apprentice will have crawled out on his own.

"Should I tell you?" Maple Leaf asked, watching Gui Haishuo's departing figure.

Gui Haishuo paused, then shook his head firmly.

"No need."

In fact, by the time Gui Haishuo arrived at Mo Zian's room, Mo Zian was already on the verge of losing consciousness.

At this moment, his whole body was flushed red. Not only was he feeling unbearably hot, but he could also clearly feel an invisible energy around him squeezing into his body, which made him feel as if his body was about to explode.

The process happened so fast that Mo Zian was already in a daze before he could even react.

"Master, Master..."

Upon seeing Gui Haishuo, Mo Zian felt as if he had seen the last straw, and he tried to sit up in a daze.

"Zi'an, don't move!"

Upon seeing Mo Zian's appearance, Gui Haishuo was also startled. He quickly took three steps at a time and rushed to Mo Zian's side, fastening the iron belt in his hand around Mo Zian's waist.

The feeling of pressure quickly disappeared.

Completely soaked, Mo Zian lay on the bed, panting heavily, and asked with lingering fear, "Master, what happened to me?"

"Didn't you ask me when I could cultivate ether?" Gui Haishuo asked instead of answering.

Mo Zian was taken aback, then nodded.

Gui Haishuo smiled and said, "It'll be ready now."