I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

On the plain, light and shadow intertwined, and with each collision, the grass beneath their feet surged like waves.

The old king's swordplay was not flashy; in fact, it could be described as somewhat simple and unadorned. Yet, it gave Evan the feeling that he couldn't dodge or avoid it.

Each time he wields his power, that desire to devour everything swells a little more.

If he continues fighting, he will either kill the old king to gain a third kind of power and be completely devoured, or he will be beheaded by the old king with a single sword, and everything will be reduced to nothing.

He didn't want either outcome.

So he had no choice but to keep dodging and defending, trying his best to regain his sanity so that he could once again leverage the power of the World Tree to enter the next level.

As fellow "people from beyond the heavens," if the hero enters this level after I enter the next, a conflict with the old king is inevitable. Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it!

Finally, after hundreds of rounds, Evan regained most of his sanity and tried again to open the teleportation channel to the next level.

The shadows he had suppressed deep within his body began to surge, expand, and devour his remaining barrier of reason.

His pupils changed from dark brown to dark purple, with fine black lines spreading along the edges. Not far away, a large emerald green door was slowly opening.

"Don't even think about it!"

The old king slammed his longsword into the ground, gripped the hilt with both hands, and instantly pushed the power of light to its limit!

Not only that, he also relaxed his rationality, using it as a price to leverage the World Tree's authority.

The light across the entire plain suddenly contracted, transforming into a pure white pillar of light that shot straight into the sky from the sword, then transformed into countless chains of order, before cascading downwards!

He is using his authority to lock up the entire space!

The crack that Evan had just opened was forcefully pushed back by the white light. The shadows surged and struggled violently in the light, but could not break through the shackles made of pure "order".

Evan roared in bewilderment:

"Why would you do this?! Do you want to kill me and then be consumed by power?!"

Blood trickled from the corner of the old king's mouth, clearly indicating he had suffered a severe backlash. He smiled contemptuously upon hearing this.

"You, the wielder of chaotic power, are unworthy to wield the power of the World Tree!"

"Chaotic power?! Where the hell did I get chaos from?!"

The old king charged forward with his sword, continuing to slash, and tried to distract Evan by speaking:

"The only way to obtain the power of fairies without drinking their blood is through the prophesied power of chaos!"

Evan was stunned.

The prophesied power of chaos? Gaining fairy power without drinking blood?

Aren't all magicians like that?

No, how could the prophecy of this world possibly predict the world I originally lived in?

There are no gods, and the fighting power of this world is obviously inferior to that of my own world. The so-called priests in the kingdom are just a bunch of half-baked people who only know how to make a mystery. How could they possibly make such a prophecy?

Could it be that someone from my world came here, disrupted all the high-end combat power of this world, and continued to make arrangements for some purpose afterward?

Until we and others came into this world.

It's unsettling to think about it more closely.

At that moment, Evan suddenly understood.

"So, everything I've done in my life was just part of a prophecy by some being?!"

"Then what do my thoughts, my choices, and my destiny really mean?"

Evan couldn't help but burst into wild laughter. He laughed for a long time, until he couldn't stand up straight, until tears streamed down his face, until he was completely defenseless, and until he was killed and resurrected again and again by the old king.

When he looked up again, his pupils were filled with madness.

"Since I am part of the prophecy—"

The shadows beneath their feet surged up like a tsunami, and lightning exploded across the sky at the same time, completely shattering the soft, boundless light on the plain.

Evan's body split open amidst shadows and lightning, and countless illusory wooden branches burst forth from within him.

Those illusory wooden branches sprouted like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, piercing his skin from his back, shoulders, arms, and legs, growing outward, spreading, and weaving into a huge, constantly writhing skeleton.

The tips of the branches are still growing, twining around his limbs, torso, and head, as if treating him as a seed and nourishment, drawing life and authority from his body to construct some new form.

Branches pierced the ground, the sky, and those invisible gaps in the void.

The entire space began to distort and vibrate.

The grass was shredded by the twisted roots, the earth cracked as the branches tore it apart, and the light in the sky was cut into fragmented patches of color by the interwoven shadows and branches.

Evan stood in the center of the giant tree that was growing from his body, and countless overlapping, twisted echoes reverberated through the space:

"Then let me use my last bit of effort to get rid of all this!"

……

The golden dragon's eyelids twitched, and its molten gold vertical pupils slowly opened, its gaze still somewhat unfocused, before gradually focusing on Mia's face, which was covered in tears.

"Have I arrived in the kingdom of the Triad God? I didn't expect the indulgences issued by the church to actually work. Even dragons can come here. I should have bought more."

"Xiaohua! You scared me to death! I thought you'd never wake up again!"

Jinlong was somewhat taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm, but quickly realized that he was not dead:

"Why are you crying? I'm fine, aren't I?"

"You almost fell into a deep sleep and never woke up. By the time you woke up, I was probably too old to walk. Thanks to you, hero, you were able to recover in a short time."

Jinlong looked at Ji Tian in disbelief:

"You can even cure dragons?"

Before Ji Tian could speak, Lilith peeked out from behind him, hands on her hips, and said animatedly:

"Of course! My master can do everything! Alchemy, medicine making, weapon crafting, formations, swordsmanship... there's nothing he can't do! You wouldn't believe it, he just casually rubbed his hand together and produced two pills..."

As she finished speaking, she became so excited that her cheeks even flushed slightly.

Ji Tian felt unusually uncomfortable after being showered with praise, and coughed lightly:

"Alright, stop talking, it's not that exaggerated."

Xiaohua looked at Mia, who nodded in agreement, "Mia and I both owe you one."

Just then, the entire space suddenly shook.

The ground beneath their feet shook violently, and cracks appeared at the edge of the gray-white void, spreading along the boundary of space.

Lilith's smile froze instantly. She instinctively grabbed Ji Tian's sleeve and said nervously:

"Master... what's going on?"

Ji Tian's gaze darkened, and he raised his hand to press on the ground, sensing the source of the tremor:

"Something is tearing apart the internal structure of the World Tree."

Mia stood up as well, pondering, "Is it Evan?"

"Very likely."