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

At the pier where Xia Jie ate fries, there is a statue of Seagull Girl.

On a certain day of a certain month, Mr. Guwang, a veteran in human form who was passing by the "Heavenly Venerable Bestows Potato Statue", conducted an impromptu interview with Ms. Trilobite, who was also passing by.

"What does Venerable Xia Jie mean to us in this fake world?"

"A teacher as close as a brother or father! If it weren't for Teacher Xia Jie, our trilobite race would have long since entered an evolutionary dead end~, and..."

"I'd say she's a benefactor," the black cat said, flicking her tail as she passed by. "I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks that way."

"To be honest, I don't know much about the Bodhisattva of Killing, but one thing I'm sure of..."

Having entered the Buddhist order, and having seen through the principle that form is emptiness and emptiness is not different from form, even the little seagull, who had not yet taken human form, chimed in.

"What an idiot..." The female salmon leaped onto the dock, pouting in dissatisfaction under the puzzled gazes of the crowd.

"To love all life and save all life—only the most naive fool would think that!"

"He could have shared some of the burden with us, but he insisted on facing it all by himself. What a complete hot-blooded idiot!"

"Sincere, heroic, and arrogant as he is, he is the radiant sun I have been chasing my whole life!"

A powerful, steely voice came from above the spirits as the living knight, bearing the name of Don Quixote, passed by on the shoulders of the windmill giant.

"Is that even a question?" Grandpa Rabbit Head emerged from the shadows of the statue, cleared his throat, and uttered two words—

"The strongest!!!"

"Undeniably the strongest."

A gentle voice came from the distant golden throne; even the mighty Yadang had to admit that Xia Jie was stronger than him.

"Yes, he was invincible. It's hard to imagine him being defeated," said Ms. Trilobite, the first woman interviewed.

"Although the Celestial Venerable said that the strongest are meant to be surpassed, and said things like 'There will always be successors,' and 'I will not allow anyone to look down on me, nor do I want people to only ever look up to me,' but defeating him... how is that even possible?!"

A gentle yet lively female voice rang in the ears of all the spirits.

The corpse head, being carried by Mr. Pea Gatling on a date, also expressed support for Ms. Trilobite's words.

Many years later, in the real world, in the Dongting Pit.

Snap! Snap!

The powerful Xia Jie used the pressure of "Boundless Heaven" to transform her liquid body into a stronger, solid blood crystal.

However, with both sides possessing similar magical powers, Xia Jie, who was fighting two opponents at once, was the first to be defeated.

His blood crystal body cracked inch by inch, and it looked like it was about to shatter!

In other words...

Did Pan Nanjun win?

Click—click—click—click—!

Three seconds later, Xia Jie shattered into pieces, and the elephants on Pan Nanjun and Huang Liang's shoulders also vanished from reality.

The two breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rushed out of the Dongting Pit to find surviving mortals and spread the plague dream of the Myriad Corpse Immortals.

Yes!

Pan Nanjun really won!

"It burned, it burned out, leaving only snow-white ash."

In the dream of memories between the false world and the real world, the consciousness of this clone of a clone leans against the fluorescent blue treetop with an expression of burnt-out.

"Hey, clone, how's the weightlifting going?" Tree said.

"Wow! When did I arrive?"

"I didn't come; I've just always been here." The voice drifted gently from the giant tree, carrying a faint smile.

"The real body?" Xia Jie sat up straight.

"Of course it's me. When faced with such a critical historical juncture, I still need to wake up temporarily to cover for my clones."

So, what did you think of this weightlifting competition?

"This is just so incredibly unlucky. I wanted to win so badly, but..."

"But you seem very calm to me."

"Of course, I just lost, I didn't die. And only this clone that had just entered the Great Divine Power realm lost, the other clones are all fine."

Xia Jie stood up, casually conjured a pair of sunglasses and put them on her face, then leaned back and lay down on the large chair that her two souls had tacitly manifested, and then let out a long sigh.

"That makes sense." The Akashic Tree lit up, as if in agreement.

"Didn't those junior staff at the dock say I was the strongest? I never thought that my title of the strongest would be ruined by an ordinary weightlifting competition."

"You're the only one, and they're the other two. That's unfair, so the weightlifting doesn't count."

"But Pan Nanjun was seriously injured, and he and Huang Liang had already suffered a blood nuclear explosion, which negated their numerical advantage, didn't it?"

"That's true, we're even now. So... what do you think of Pan Nanjun's weightlifting ability?"

"He's incredibly strong. Even without Huang Liang, I doubt I could beat him."

"Lao Pan is at least a Dharma Corpse, so it's normal that he can withstand more damage than your Blood Zone, which is only distracted by controlling other minor supernatural powers."

The entity itself was not surprised by this.

"Send me out, I should go back and continue fighting the right battle."

Xia Jie waved her hand, as if that unapproachable expression from just now was just an illusion.

"Didn't you burn out? I thought you were going to rest for a few more minutes."

"What burned out was me a few seconds ago, what does it have to do with me now? Goodbye."

"Okay, goodbye."

The Tree of Memory fell silent once more. For billions of years, it had been instinctively guiding the true blood of Nirvana to create variables in human history, and also brewing endless possibilities within its own false world.

Most of them ultimately failed, but a very small number succeeded, even more successfully than the creation of Adam.

It was these miraculous successes that allowed Him to reach the power He originally planned to acquire after 46 billion years of slumber, and even far exceed it.

Among the beings in the fake world, there were also quite a few near-top-tier combatants capable of single-handedly killing the Myriad Corpse Immortals, and a few top-tier combatants qualified to participate in the final battle.

Preparations for the final battle are quite thorough, but the only variable lies in—

future!

In 4498 AD, the First Star Sea Federation, Corona Borealis Sector, Civilian Experiment Base R03.

"Brother, look, the parameters transmitted back by the Seventh Time-Space Probe show that the abnormal peak has shifted to Earth in the 2K era."

"Yes, according to the Federation's announcement, this anomaly is different from the spacetime anomaly they created when researching causal weapons, which caused multiple iterations of the timeline. This anomaly originates from causal input outside the reference universe."

"Then the Federation..."

"Yes, this is a golden opportunity for the Federation. They will travel to the past in the cosmic bubble. The best outcome would be to both kill causality and liberate our timeline, and at the same time, control that thing while stopping it."