You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

And somewhere in this galaxy.

Fang Xing and Han Ya looked around blankly.

Han Ya couldn't help but speak up.

"Where...is this? Shouldn't we be in the game of national destiny right now? Why is this place so desolate?"

Fang Xing didn't reply. He stood there, quietly sensing his surroundings, as if waiting for something to confirm his judgment.

After a while, he spoke.

"No enemies, no mission objectives, not even any hints, it's very strange..."

"So what do we do now?"

"Let's keep moving forward and see if we can find anything else."

……

The video was still playing in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room.

Lu Feng's figure paused in the void once more. Another planet cracked open in front of him, its fragments scattering in all directions. He stood amidst the debris, looking down at the fragments.

This time he didn't leave immediately, but stood there.

"Did he find what he was looking for?"

"What exactly is he looking for?"

"Funny folks! God is beyond the comprehension of us mortals!"

……

Another planet has been split open by the blade.

The fragments scattered in all directions.

He had lost count of which one this was.

Fourteen? Fifteen? Or seventeen?

unimportant.

It's all the same anyway: split open, shatter, scatter, nothing at all.

But in this repetitive cycle of raising, slashing, and leaving...

However, when flying to the next planet, Lu Feng stopped.

He stopped because he suddenly realized something.

He kept waiting for the system's response; with each strike, he waited for the system panel to pop up and for his performance level to change.

But... am I being too obsessed with killing creatures to increase my role-playing ability?

It's important to know that there are other ways to increase the level of character portrayal.

The system also stated that this is already a dead galaxy.

Lu Feng's current actions are like knocking on a door and waiting for it to be opened.

But now he realizes that if the door will never open, should he keep knocking?

He turned his head to look at his palm.

in case……

Lu Feng began to recall every swing of his sword, every shattering, and every time he turned into nothingness, from the very beginning until now.

They turned into fragments, dust, light and heat, and then nothing was left.

Lu Feng stood there, feeling himself becoming lighter, a lighter feeling that was no longer fixed.

He was like someone with one foot tied to a stake, spinning around and around countless times, and now the rope has broken.

It broke on its own.

Lu Feng glanced at a gray planet ahead, then slowly traversed the void and walked up to it.

Raise your hand and hold the knife up.

This time he didn't swing his blade or gather his strength; he simply placed the tip of his blade against the planet's surface and then gently pushed it.

The planet cracked open from the inside, and like all the planets before it, the grayish-white crack began to spread outwards from where the blade touched it, peeling away layer by layer: crust, mantle, and core.

But this time, there was no intense white light, no dazzling explosion. When it cracked open, it was like a handful of dust blown away by the wind, quietly drifting away.

Lu Feng stood still, watching the debris quietly disperse in the void.

Lu Feng stood in the void for a long time, trying to understand something.

Then, he felt someone watching him.

The feeling was like being looked at through a very thick layer of water, as if someone was standing at the bottom of a very deep body of water, looking at him through many layers of water.

It is neither sharp nor violent, and it contains no hostility whatsoever.

Yet it was so vast it was breathtaking.

It was as if a pair of eyes had suddenly appeared in the entire desolate void.

The once desolate and lifeless galaxy has become quiet, the wind has stopped, the dust has settled, and even the scattered debris of planets has slowly hovered in the darkness.

All the free-floating stardust, the faint cosmic particles, and the dissipated residual heat all solidified, and the entire world returned to utter silence.

All existence instinctively bows its head and falls silent.

At the end of the boundless darkness of the virtual universe, the layers upon layers of dimensional barriers silently collapsed and faded away.

In that ultimate darkness, which mortals and even ordinary cosmic beings could never reach, a gaze of utter indifference slowly pierced through.

It possesses a pure, ancient, and destructive divinity that has traversed billions of years of star birth and death.

A blurry, aloof, and supremely powerful phantom stood silently atop the void, as if it had existed there since the beginning of the universe, coldly overlooking all the illusions and decay of the world.

"Destruction" Nanook

A deity who wields the destiny of destruction, cleanses all things with annihilation, sees decaying civilizations as the source of disease, and forges new life through the end.

Lu Feng knew that when he shattered the seventeen stars in front of him, he was imitating the form of destruction, obsessed with cutting down illusions and piling up performances.

Such deliberate imitation can only be considered a superficial imitation, like a child learning to walk, which will not attract any attention.

But that gentle push just now was completely different.

There was no sharp blade, no brute force, and no deliberate killing.

With the mind, one can control the Tao; with intention, one can destroy. Where the fingertips touch, stars decay and all things return to nothingness.

That means understanding the essence of destruction.

Destruction is never brutal destruction or deliberate slaughter, but rather the ultimate rule of ending decay, returning to stillness and illusion, and letting all redundancy return to nothingness.

This moment of clarity and enlightenment, this state of serene tranquility that resonated with the origin of existence, caught the attention of Nanook, who was far away at the end of the universe.

In the depths of darkness, the blurry divine figure sank slightly, its gilded vertical pupils piercing through layers of void, landing precisely on Lu Feng.

Lu Feng... walked his own path to destruction.

The phantom paused for a moment as it descended.

It was as if the whole world held its breath for that instant.

Lu Feng stood there, feeling that gaze descending, passing through layers of void, through shattered stars and drifting dust, and landing on him.

Lu Feng raised his head.

He saw a figure.

Not near, not far, suspended in the depths of the void.

He had extremely long, pure white silver hair, not loose or disheveled, but woven into dozens of thick and thin braids, the silvery braids hanging down to his shoulders and chest, the ends of which were stained with tiny golden sparks.

He manifested as a tall, upright human male with a cold, sharp physique.

His deep brown skin carried the heavy weight of war and the destruction of starry skies, and his body was surrounded by dark gold embers and inky black smoke that would never go out.

His chest was unclothed, revealing a huge, gruesome, deep gash from which golden blood flowed.

He stood at the edge of the void, looking down at Lu Feng.

Nanuk.

Nanuk looked at Him, and his molten gold vertical pupils narrowed slightly for a moment.

He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on a familiar name, confirming that it was indeed the name he knew.

"……foehn."

The voice didn't reach the ears, but rang directly in the mind.