Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

At the top of the Immortal Gold Sphere, Xia Jie, who had been teleported out using commands, stood steadily.

Under the bright sunlight, a beating glass heart grows in the chest cavity of the translucent human skeleton, which looks like a weakness.

The moment the crystal-clear jade bones appeared, a dazzling blade of light ripped through space, pointing directly at the pure crystal heart in the chest cavity.

Then, it pierced through directly as if cutting through non-existent nothingness.

"Huh? Ineffective?"

Erlang Shen pulled out the three-pointed double-edged sword from the spatial rift and opened his forehead eye as wide as possible, trying to discern Xia Jie's true nature.

"Oh no, it seems I really have become the Lapis Lazuli Light Buddha now."

They ignored Yang Jian's insight from Journey to the West and the immortal formation formed by 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.

Xia Jie stretched out her right hand, raising her crystal-clear hand bone above her head, allowing sunlight to shine through and scatter a rainbow of colors.

Of all things in the world, only light interacts with the body with his permission.

"The feeling of grasping the core is so pleasant, as if everything has returned to that initial, pure emotion."

"Wujiao Prison Master, I think I understand you a little better now."

The rain of arrows from the heavenly soldiers, the talismanic fire from the heavenly generals, Erlang Shen's three-pointed double-edged sword, the gaping maw of the Howling Celestial Dog, and the yin-yang cutting power of the immortal array all pierced through this crystal body that had lost all wisdom, leaving behind scratches of varying depths on the golden celestial dome.

After a few breaths, having exhausted more than half of his magical power and recklessly overdrawn his Heavenly Eye, Erlang Shen obtained a vague answer:

A heart and bones of crystal, neither born nor dying.

It is entirely colored by the colors of the mind, without defilement or substance, color and emptiness without attachment.

Solution... Not available at the moment.

It is likely that the enemy, with the help of the magic furnace, successfully broke free from the mortal body that bound him, thus overcoming his greatest weakness.

And there's still the possibility of it continuing to evolve!

On the golden dome of immortals, Bone Immortal pointed one finger to the sky and one finger to the earth, his inner voice resounding:

"Above and below heaven, I alone am supreme!"

At this moment, Erlang Shen and the heavenly soldiers and generals felt as if they had dreamt back to the days when they besieged Huaguo Mountain, and could only sigh that the Great Sage's demeanor was still as magnificent as ever.

Although the person before him was not the Great Sage, the sense of déjà vu emanating from his aura was simply too strong.

This moment truly feels just like that moment back then.

To be fair, Xia Jie originally intended to temporarily abandon her power and try to rediscover the passion she felt when fighting against Tianyuan.

Anyway, when you need power, all the power will return when you die and challenge the space.

However, although the timing wasn't quite right, O. Henry's fate still came.

As we all know, the stronger a person's heart, the stronger their spiritual power. The more Xia Jie goes against the grain, the closer he gets to his true self protected by the space; the closer he gets to his true self, the stronger his heart becomes.

Then it became common knowledge.

He didn't even dare to imagine what his combat strength would be like after the Heavenly Lock was broken.

This wave, this wave, wanted to go south, but accidentally went in the opposite direction.

As they pondered, the cutting of the celestial array gradually ceased. Due to Erlang Shen's telepathic message, the celestial soldiers, realizing that their attack was ineffective and that the ethereal, permanent celestial soldiers had abandoned their attack to conserve their magical power.

Although they can use their willpower to reverse the electricity meter and make their magic inexhaustible, willpower itself will tire, and no one can remain steadfast and passionate forever.

Seeing the attack stop, Xia Jie looked up at the increasingly oppressive sky, tapped her heart with her hand bone, and made a crisp, pleasant sound like ice hitting glass.

"Those of you who were hiding, are you just going to sit here and watch? It's time to bring out the... killer move you've all been preparing for me!"

The moment the words were spoken, the silent, high heavens responded.

A drop of ink fell from the opening of the dark rift and transformed into a pitch-black human figure.

The humanoid figure lightly touched the ground with its finger, and darkness surged in front of Xia Jie, gathering into the shape of a door.

Then came the theory of humanoid darkness:

"We are all very grateful to you for creating the world we have today, but unfortunately, there can only be one seat of the one God."

"Therefore, we will do everything in our power to stop you, who has the best chance of ascending to godhood."

"Some of us are preventing your supporters from helping you."

"The other part sets up a dead end for you on the other side of the Dark Gate."

"We believe that with your confidence, you will personally pass through the Dark Gate and defeat us behind it."

With the combined efforts of the dark gods Erebus, Nyx, and Nyarlathotep, the god of darkness, and enhanced by fantasy abilities related to darkness, secrecy, concealment, conspiracy, mystery, the unknown, the unknowable, and anti-memes, Xia Jie, who could see through the true name of the dark humanoid at a glance, could not see the truth behind the door for a moment.

It was the unknown he longed for.

"A reverse psychology tactic? That works, I love that. Nyarlathotep, well done!"

Xia Jie left a word of praise and resolutely stepped into the dark and gloomy door.

Although he didn't feel any sense of crossing or moving forward, he knew he was moving.

Behind the deep darkness lies a dazzling light, and within that dazzling light lies a hidden attack.

An ordinary hand swiftly emerged from the light, and an unremarkable razor was hurled towards Xia Jie's heart.

The blade merged into the azure heart the moment it touched it, like a flying insect frozen in ice.

"What is this?"

Xia Jie lowered her head in a strange sense of weakness, reaching into her heart to pull out the razor, but it melted before her fingertips even touched it.

Clearly, no matter how ordinary a razor may appear, anything capable of interfering with the mind and body can never be ordinary.

"Conceptual object: Occam's Razor"

As the light faded, an old man, as ordinary as Razor, appeared in the empty, doorless cubic concrete room and answered Xia Jie's question:

"I am Ockham, sent by the gods to destroy you."

Ockham was a medieval logician, a Franciscan friar, and a staunch nominalist who believed in God.

He proposed the famous Occam's Razor principle, which states that "entities should not be multiplied unnecessarily."

It can also be understood as a philosophical "fantasy killer".

"I believe that existence is its own justification. Since you have actually observed me, I must be a necessary entity."

Xia Jie felt the weakness spreading from her heart to her entire skeleton and raised an eyebrow.

As more and more free-willed beings emerge from the inner universe, and as a large number of powerful individuals act more recklessly, suppressing the negative cesspool is becoming increasingly difficult.

In other words, although Xia Jie has become much stronger, the amount of redundant power he can use has actually been decreasing.

This room should be the center of a narrow materialistic cognitive framework, like the standard star map of Sayer in the past, capable of suppressing all the extraordinary.

Because of the suppression, his redundant power had become so little that it could be successfully interfered with by a not-so-famous philosophical product.

Clearly, due to the changes in the universe itself, human cognition is also changing, and the old foundations of scientific and philosophical cognition should be constantly weakening.

It seems that our side is weakening faster now.

Moreover, judging from the abnormal intensity of the suppression, someone must be overdrawing the power of the foundation.

That's true. If the base plate is used as a disposable tool and consumed without regard to cost, it can indeed suppress his power for a short period of time.

But the mechanism is unrelated to strength or weakness.

One who can be clearly observed by others should not meet the conditions for shaving under Occam's razor.

I am something that truly exists.

Only hypothetical statements like "there is an invisible, intangible, weightless, harmless, but potentially existing invisible dinosaur in front of you" are unnecessary entities that need to be eliminated.

That's how it should be.

"Don't try to deceive me! God has already revealed that you are nothing but a false illusion created by Satan to wreak havoc on the world."

"So that's how it is," Xia Jie suddenly realized. She hadn't expected it to be like this. If there were no necessary laws, faith would truly blind people.

He was treated as a hallucination created by the devil, and hysteria can naturally be eradicated.