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Xiang Yu's vision cleared again, and the stark white morgue once more unfolded before him. He stared motionlessly at the blood-red ghostly figure before him.

In that instant, the ghostly figure before them and the image of the sword tassel from the illusion slowly overlapped.

Xiang Yu was taken aback, and then realized something.

"Is this Li He's sword tassel?"

But he didn't hesitate for long. Looking at the red ghostly figure in front of him, he began to think of a solution.

This thing is dangerous to touch. If even a single thread gets on you, you become a puppet with broken strings, completely at its mercy.

It cannot be avoided; it doesn't seem to have flown in from somewhere, but rather it seems to have filled every inch of this world. Once it strikes, it will surely hit its target.

After all, this thing is suspected to be part of the sword that severed the Candle Dragon. Although it's just a sword tassel, don't underestimate its power. After all, this thing controls the survival of the entire world...

Wait, control the whole world?

"I have a solution."

Xiangyu paused for a moment, but then his brows furrowed again.

"But... I need time."

Xiang Yu did come up with a solution, but there was no one around to rely on except himself; no one was qualified to face the blood-red ghostly figure.

Actually, he himself is no good either... He can't even buy himself a little time.

"As long as we can buy some time..."

Just as Xiang Yu was about to have An Ling rewind time again, a figure resolutely stepped forward.

"Big brother, if it's just about stalling for time, I'll take over!!!"

Aibowu stood in front of Xiangyu, a resolute expression on his face.

"..." Xiang Yu glanced at Ai Baiwu, "How are you going to drag this out?"

"It's okay, big brother. Don't let my current appearance fool you; I actually have skills!"

Xiang Yu was taken aback for a moment, then realized that what the other person said made some sense.

Although this guy is an idiot, theoretically, as someone who travels between different worlds, he must know something.

After saying that, Aibowu suddenly roared.

Then a red thread wrapped around his body.

Ai Bowu's expression suddenly froze.

"...Anling, turn back time."

As An Ling rewound time, the red threads retracted in reverse, and Ai Baiwu's face regained its憨厚 (honest and simple) look. He was completely unaware that he had just died once, and raised his voice again: "Big brother, if it's just stalling..."

"Stop dawdling, get right to it." Xiang Yu abruptly cut off his preparatory movement.

Aibowu originally thought he should show off a bit, but felt a little embarrassed after being interrupted, so he could only continue rushing forward.

The red thread reached out again, just as it was about to entangle Aibowu—

Aibowu gritted his teeth, let out a muffled roar, and instead of dodging or flinching, plunged headfirst into the ghost's body!

Just as Xiang Yu was wondering if this guy had gone mad, Ai Bowu turned into a stone.

Yes, it was a stone, in the shape of a human, and the ghost didn't seem to notice this, still trying to control Aibowu with the silk threads.

The ghostly figure, seemingly oblivious to the change, continued to tirelessly wrap red threads around the stone figure, attempting to control something that had long since lost its mind.

Goodness, he really fooled us.

Seeing that Aibowu had tripped the blood-red ghost in place, Xiangyu did not hesitate any longer and grabbed the diary in his hand!

Then, in front of everyone, tear it to pieces.

"What are you trying to do?!"

The female ghost beside Xiang Yu said, not understanding.

But Xiang Yu did not answer. He just silently tore the diary into pieces until it became a pile of indistinguishable fragments.

Then Xiang Yu put those pieces of paper into his mouth one by one and swallowed them.

He was ready to take a gamble.

If this method can be used to absorb the supernatural into one's own system, then it can also be used to swallow this diary.

But after swallowing just a few pieces, an indescribable pain shot up my throat and up to the top of my head.

The pain is not physical, but mental.

He could still eat, but mentally he felt like a mountain was pressing down on him. Every piece of paper he swallowed felt like it was tearing a hole in his consciousness.

He knew it wouldn't be that simple.

This world is made up of humanity's nostalgia for the past, plus Anling's memories, and this diary is the anchor point of Anling's memories.

In other words, this tattered book is the foundation stone that supports the entire world.

Once he completely integrates the diary into his body and controls it like a puppet, he can gain control of this world.

But controlling this world is incredibly difficult.

Especially since this world also has beings like the Crimson Ghost...

Xiang Yu felt as if his brain was being torn apart, and boundless mental anguish surged up from within, making his head feel as if it were being pricked by a thousand needles.

"Things have come to this..."

"Add more points!!!"

After saying that, Xiang Yu looked at his twenty points and poured them all into the [Spirit] attribute!

[Upgrade successful! Spirit: D has been upgraded to C-!]

Each level of D-grade spirit requires ten points, and twenty points are enough to level up two levels in a row.

Xiang Yu suddenly felt a sense of relief. If he remembered correctly, the level standard of this world was D, and the level of calamity was D+.

In other words, his mental strength had reached the pinnacle of this world, and he could even confront the calamity before him head-on!

As Xiang Yu was thinking this, he swallowed all the fragments of the diary in one go. The improvement in his mental strength had indeed benefited him greatly, and for a time he was able to suppress this restless world.

but……

Almost there.

Although this world can now obey Xiang Yu's orders, the calamity before us is not.

The crimson phantom also sensed the world slipping through its fingers. It immediately abandoned its plan to assimilate and devour the world, turning its attention to Xiangyu instead.

Xiang Yu immediately felt the strain. His current mental strength was indeed enough to resist, but that was all. This strange thing had been lurking in this world for a long time, and it was very likely the culprit behind An Ling's mastery of the power of time. How could Xiang Yu suppress it simply by raising his mental strength to C-?

Blood trickled from Xiangyu's nostrils, two crimson lines tracing down his pale face. His vision began to blur, his legs swayed, and he teetered on the brink of collapse.

His mental energy was almost depleted.

"Flying Light, Flying Light..."

"I urge you to drink a cup of wine."

Suddenly, An Ling's voice appeared, and the moment that voice appeared, the power of the blood-red ghost figure relaxed.

At the same time as An Ling's voice appeared, it was Li He's voice.

The two voices overlapped at that moment.

As if sensing its master's call, the blood-red ghost froze in place for about two seconds.

In those mere two seconds, Xiangyu seized the initiative.

He raised his blood-stained face, looked at the calamity that had finally come to a halt, and smiled through gritted teeth.

"it is good."

"Now--"

"Get out of this world!"