Collapse, survive

This is a blatant disregard for the power of illusion!

It's so real!

The level of development... even after that night, when many of the immortal grottoes were almost razed to the ground and more than half of the residents died in that turmoil, it was no different from the future that Huanlong had seen.

Those born under the sign of the Great Year Yang possess a certain ability to foresee the future. They plan carefully before acting, and the 'illusions' they exhibit are indeed representations of the future, making them difficult to see through.

Forget it, Eriol has already made his move.

In the galaxy, the ability to foresee the future is commonplace, and people are constantly undermining each other.

"You know what? Instead of using illusions on me, you might as well just possess me."

Fang Jie doesn't explain why; there's nothing to explain.

Leaving aside the protection of the [Void] that restrains all destinies, he also has the unique mascot in his eyes, which makes his 'perception of time' extremely accurate. Even when he often enters a state of time fracture, accelerating to the point where a moment can become eternity, this accurate 'biological clock' remains unchanged, anchored in two timelines.

So how did you manage to speed things up in just three days?

Fang Jie gazed at this dreamlike world, unable to find Huanlong's true form, nor any Rakshasa, which was as obvious as 'Otto'.

In order to strike his opponent at the Envoy level, Fang Jie touched the location of the black sun that occupied 70% of the Destiny Space and was constantly expanding.

That kind of growth was too much...

terror.

He wanted to do something, like blow it open to take a look, and that required something powerful.

'Otto' is too dirty, but Illusion is just right.

It has to be blown up eventually.

"Are you afraid to possess me? Are you afraid that I will use the power of [IX] to destroy you together? Don't be afraid, I am not a Celestial Ship person."

Fang Jie's simple and unpretentious provocation of Huanlong.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then spoke in unison: "Perhaps. Sometimes, to gain something, you have to give up something else."

Huanlong can directly kill Fang Jie, and let him fight Xingzhe, so the advantage is on my side!

But there's no need for that; it doesn't fit her destructive aesthetic. What she wants is people's despair, pain, suspicion, breakdown, and the destruction of the true love they created with their own hands.

However, this Illusory Demon Emperor Fist was easily seen through.

Before Fang Jie could even charge towards the Starry Sky Train, he mocked himself, which was quite embarrassing.

His eyes were full of hope, the type that Huanlong both hated and loved most—how delightful it would be to cut off his hope.

"So, round two, pawn."

Amidst the terrifying, unanimous laughter, the world of illusion shattered, plunging into a deeper realm of fantasy, or perhaps reality.

Fang Jie looked at his hands, which had never burned, and he did not raise his head to grasp 'Tingyun's' beautiful and delicate neck... but a surge of destructive desire made him want to do so.

This is close to cognitive alienation!

My emotions were stirred up, and I found fault with everything; everyone else seemed like a woman…

A black light shone.

He used the concept of "nothingness" to erase the disturbances of these heightened emotions. He looked around at the unfamiliar and familiar scenery and atmosphere, and after a long while, he gently exhaled, feeling a sense of exhaustion and relief.

"A second round of truth and falsehood?"

He patted his chest, put his hands inside Tingyun's clothes, thought for a moment, and said, "Let's do it then."

In any case, this 'Stopping Cloud' was something he could confirm. At this moment, Huanlong was playing the role of a mimicry body, and without this, he would be found by the Immortal Boat in no time.

If you don't transform, then you'll have to suffer!

Therefore, the future in his illusion is a highly probable possibility, and he is very fond of beautiful women.

Tingyun, who was so tightly bound, turned to look at him: "My benefactor, why, why..."

She seemed to wake from a dream, only to find herself being carried by her legs during a sprint. She was trembling so badly that she looked pitiful.

Anyone else, unless they are heartless, would hesitate...

The solution is not available.

He kicked hard! He squeezed her so hard she almost screamed.

"What is lost will surely return, and what you take away will also be taken away. I also like Tingyun, and she will like what I do."

So why not do it?

Huanlong was somewhat on the verge of collapse. She had truly realized that her disguise was ineffective. As an unrecorded Great Lord of Annihilation, the Immortal Ship should have had no information about her, yet the visitors from the Starry Sky Train kept throwing surprises at her.

You are who you are, what are you hiding? Hate your fate of not having these eyes.

“My benefactor, I do not understand why you, an unknown person, or even a… evil creature, are targeting me so much.”

Her tone was low and somewhat annoyed.

You're not human either!

She somehow acquired this body, and even borrowed some Jianmu wood from it, making her only slightly inferior to her predetermined immortal god form. It was also a Jianmu body created by the pharmacist.

You're targeting me like this—you eat your food, then smash the bowl and beat the cook!

Aren't all the nameless passengers on the Star Train a group of good people?

Do you know about Delicious Chlorella?

Fang Jie's targeting of Huanlong was indeed superfluous. He couldn't kill her to solve the problem of the Immortal Boat, but that would only anger her and perhaps increase the casualties of the Cloud Cavalry on the spot...

But he still decided to take action; it would be good if he could blast her, but even if he couldn't, he could still vent his anger.

Such blatant deception of our pioneering partners, fabricating and spreading unofficial stories about the Star Train, deserves a strong crackdown!

Our train crew has been gentlemen for generations. Who told you to teach them to find people by smell?

However, Fang Jie did not mention those personal grudges or reasons for avenging his partner, but instead brought up another galactic exploration tragedy.

"..."

It's hard to say about Huanlong.

The story of the Milky Way Delicious Algae spread far and wide. As a major faction, the Starry Sky Train's every move attracts attention, and Huanlong couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

"It was my benefactor's intention, Jianmu..."

"I mean you."

Fang Jie told her to give up her illusions, take a bite of the fox ear, and savor the delicious taste.

It's not very aggressive, but it's probably insulting.

He needed to stall for time and wait for her to possess him. His previous failure to transfer 'Otto' made him realize that each of the messengers had their own unique skills, and it was best to create an opportunity.

"You and I... have a similar kind of disaster in our hometown."

Fang Jie couldn't just offer sticks; he also had to present sweet bait and talk about personal grudges.

"That thing is called the Consciousness Ruler, a kind of cosmic catastrophe. Through a cycle of war and peace across the universe, it eventually unifies the entire cosmos: all civilizations and all life ultimately become part of the Consciousness Ruler, dissolving into the energy cycle. Those that didn't become similar life forms... are probably all dead, right?"

Huanlong was listening, and it was hard for her to refute him.

That does look very similar.

She vaguely understood that the reason Fang Jie was targeting her lay in what he had revealed.

"At the end of this catastrophe, at the end of their universe, lies a pile of ruins of civilizations and the remains of beings called energy life forms. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to think of them as a bunch of cancer cells pretending to have self-awareness, enough to define them as abundant monstrosities, which have expanded to the entire universe."

"Or rather, they are the universe itself, everything that constitutes that universe, and the ruler of the will can call upon all of it, so in a sense, the resources behind it are infinite."

"And in the end, they were defeated, utterly defeated, because God was born."

Fang Jie fell silent, sealing his consciousness in the void, denying her any possibility of investigation. If she wanted to know, she could possess him herself and take it.

Huanlong laughed in anger. Such shallow provocation and seduction, what do you take me for?

Look into my eyes!

A moment of confusion, like being caught in a firework.

"Hello. Fang Jie."

In the cold weather, the beautiful brother in the snow took two steps back, turned to look at him again, and waved goodbye: "After I leave, you should find a woman quickly, so you won't be alone. I remember that woman named Kiana... You like her, don't you?"

"Hey, you bastard, what are you saying..."

Fang Jie was taken aback for a moment. Kiana is still a minor! How could you be so rude...?

He looked up, wanting to say something, but his good friend had already disappeared from his sight.

She disappeared into the snowfield, bidding a graceful farewell, like a butterfly vanishing.

Regret surges forth.

Like a dream, he returned to Changkong City. On this early spring day, the warm sunshine seemed to melt away all the coldness and cruelty.

There was no smell of blood in the wind, nor could one hear the roars and howls of those monsters from the rifts.

It's as if you've given up everything you don't need and become 'yourself' again, ordinary and normal, without weapons, without war, without conspiracy, without adventure... bidding farewell to all of that.

On the peaceful street, he quietly gazed at the passing crowds, watching each old man and young girl hurry past him, until finally his gaze fell on the shop window on the other side of the street.

Someone skipped and hopped by, with sky-blue eyes, silver-white hair, and snow-white, delicate skin...

That's right, it's Theresa!

An old woman, clearly a little girl who had overslept and just woken up, walked into the shop. She slumped over the table next to the window, doing her homework, scratching her spiky hair with a troubled expression, and then yawned. After glancing around to make sure no one was watching her, she settled down on her notebook, found a comfortable position, and dozed off.

Which Theresa are you?!

Fang Jie couldn't hold back his old complaints any longer. This wasn't a matter of whether he saw through it or not; Huanlong hadn't taken it seriously at all. He was just manipulating his emotions, and the hallucinations were generated automatically, haphazardly pieced together from whatever materials Fang Jie had...

Soon, she looked over too.

She reached out and scratched her hair, which was sticking up from sleeping, her expression turning embarrassed and annoyed. She then picked up her notebook—

brush!

Throwing it at the third cosmic velocity, it knocks the solution away.

"!"

"?"

It's utterly absurd.

Everything is breaking apart, and within this indescribable absurdity, power is surging forth endlessly...

It's like a long time has passed, yet there has never been peace and tranquility; it's absurd and unreliable, a regret that cannot escape misfortune and calamity.

That's why I hate it!

"Hate, hate! The fire in your heart wants to burn. Why suppress it? It is your impulse, your power, your desire..."

Familiar yet unfamiliar whispers are in my ears, in my heart.

Huanlong, with an angle Fang Jie hadn't considered and an absurd method, easily ignited his regret.

It turns out that I hate absurdity and unpredictability the most.

Fang Jie was stunned for a moment, watching everything that was broken was burning, and the roar tore everything apart, as if a mournful bird had taken flight into the sky.

If the world is not a paradise, then the seeds sown by someone in spring can only sprout from malice and malice, gradually grow, and one day bloom into rotten and desolate flowers.

We must acknowledge that there are both beautiful and ugly flowers in this world.

There's no need to be too demanding or restrictive of yourself; why not just burn it all down?

Give in to your impulses...

Let this emotion, which is a thousand times more violent than hatred, loathing, or destructive desire, dominate your will.

The ashes burned slowly, stretching out towards the sky with a wild laugh.

It's hard to call it an illusion, but Huanlong did find Fang Jie's emotional weakness and ignited his spirit, because it's hard for him not to feel regret along the way.

"The flames of suffering have grown stronger; this is the best gift in the world, and I hope you like it."

Huanlong was filled with joy.

That pure will was so strong that Fang Jie was momentarily lost and his defenses were broken by regret.