A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

It was the same when he came here before.

However, there are still differences; for example, the scenery is completely different.

The last time Bray came to the real world, he saw a crimson, primitive world.

But this time, Bray was surrounded by a world of blue.

Blue crystallized rocks, blue trees, blue grass, all enveloped in a pale blue hue.

It looks very primitive, but you can almost feel the vitality of this world from this blue color.

Although Bray could not sense any sign of life here.

There was no sign of life, but Bray was certain there were living beings here, perhaps many.

Bray didn't choose a specific direction; he just walked in the direction he landed and faced.

He walked calmly with his hands in his pockets.

It's as if all of this has nothing to do with the end of the world.

The wind of this world blows in your face, carrying the aroma of blueberry juice.

With a rustling sound, a cheetah, its color blending seamlessly into the azure forest, darted out.

It walked straight toward Bray, but Bray neither dodged nor dodged, continuing on his way.

He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

The cheetah passed through Bray's body and pounced on a titmouse in front of it.

Bray simply walked past him.

Kapras has an inner and outer world, and Bray has now entered the inner world with the outer life.

This is what is known as the "real world".

He is fundamentally different from the native life forms of this world.

The life on the surface cannot have any contact with the life inside; they merely coexist in one world, and that is all.

The world inside is a world that does not allow the birth of any civilization; it is forever "primitive."

Primitive struggles, primitive natural disasters.

Besides using the terrain to harm the creatures here, Bray has no other way to hurt them.

Of course, the same applies to the creatures here.

Moreover, they couldn't even see Bray's presence.

Lively life thrives here, while only one person walks alone in a world that doesn't belong to them.

Bray walked slowly through this unfamiliar world.

He didn't know when he would be able to reach the place where the world's will resided.

I might spend my whole life going in circles here, but if I don't try to move forward, I'll just stay in the same place.

An era ago, the Ten Craftsmen, like Bray, walked the true world on foot.

The ten craftsmen worked until they ran out of food and were on the verge of death.

Bray didn't know if he could persevere like the Ten Craftsmen.

He might starve to death halfway there, since Bray came from the dream without any food on him.

He wore tattered clothes that were practically useless, and carried the last sword that Bai Mian had given himself—

Trekking through a blue world.

Not everything is actually blue, but the blue tone really overshadows the other colors.

If a large tree has blue leaves, then the brown color of its trunk is ignored.

The blue sun, hanging high in the sky, did not radiate any heat.

On the contrary, Bray always felt a faint chill when walking in the primeval forest.

One day, two days, a week—

Bray didn't bother counting how long he had walked, because the blue sun overhead would never set.

He only knew that he wasn't hungry.

Despite not having eaten anything all this time, he surprisingly felt no hunger.

The only things slowing him down were exhaustion and the cold.

A thin layer of frost had formed on his body sometime during the night.

With each breath he took, a puff of white mist would rise.

Gradually, he needed to use his sword to support himself as he moved forward.

Along the way, we witnessed a very primitive world.

In this simple and brutal world, there are no complicated rules; survival of the fittest is the only truth.

“You’re pretty useful, ‘Klass’,” Bray muttered to himself.

A person had been silent for so long that he would occasionally start talking to the sword.

In fact, Bray's only companion on this journey was this sword.

"Klass" was forged from all the weapons that Whiteface had ever possessed.

Bray didn't know how many swords Whiteface had owned before, but "The Last Echo" was definitely one of them.

Perhaps it was for this inexplicable reason that Bray felt no sense of unfamiliarity when he picked up the sword.

It felt so familiar, like a sword that had faced life and death with me countless times.

"BOOM!!!" A deafening clap of thunder interrupted Bray's thoughts.

The sound of thunder made him look up and follow the sound.

Then he realized that he had already left that dark blue world.

What lay before Bray was a vast, open space.

Above me was the sky, a spotless sky, so clean that there wasn't even a cloud.

Even the sun was crystal clear, like a piece of crystal.

The ground was the same; there were no living creatures, no natural obstacles, and it was so flat that you could see the end of it if your eyesight was good enough.

Upon seeing this view, Bray let out a long sigh of relief.

"The will of the world..." he murmured, licking his pale lips. The unchanging scenery was oppressive.

This vast, empty world is the same.

However, after walking a little further, Bray could see the figure in the distance.

Meanwhile, at one end, clouds and rocks began to appear.

Without a reference point, Bray generally has no way of accurately judging how big the other party is.

But Bray had been there before, so he knew just how enormous the figure truly was.

He is the guardian of the world's will, a colossal being who can pass over the clouds above simply by standing.

Bray never knew what His full picture was like.

Because it's not visible from a distance, and even if you look up when you get closer, you still can't see its waist.

"Boom!!!" A thunderous roar echoed, and that was the sound that Bray noticed when he left the Azure Forest.

Lightning should not exist in this world.

If no one deliberately does it, this vast world will be very quiet, so quiet that it makes people feel uneasy.

"Boom! Boom!!!" As the thunder approached, the thunderclaps became more and more frequent.

A series of immense pressures surged towards Bray, forcing his knees to bend slightly.

But Bray kept his head upright and didn't let himself be forced to kneel down.

He gazed at the sky, which stretched as far as the eye could see.

You don't need to close your eyes intentionally; you can use your inner eye simply by feeling.

Previously, this approach wouldn't fully utilize the power of cunning.

But the current Bray can.

As time went by, although his strength did not improve, the use of his inner vision gradually became ingrained in his soul.

"Two..." Besides the enormous god whose figure could be seen in the distance, there was also a golden statue in the distant sky.

"Thump!!!" With a dull thud, the ground of the real world began to crack.

This was the first time Bray had ever seen the ground of the real world so easily smashed.

The ground cracked open, and the cracks stretched all the way to Bray's feet.

The impact of the collision between concepts spreading outwards continuously pushes the mines open.

These two golden beings are currently locked in a fierce battle in the "True World," right before the gates of world consciousness.

"Anikaya! Get out of the way!!!" The black dragon in the sky roared at the giant.

His voice was like thunder, and his aura was in no way weaker than the thunder created by the golden seed called Anikasa.

However, although the black dragon was imposing, it seemed to have been bitten several times.

The black dragon is Dipfick, the "Evil Emperor Dragon Dipfick".

But this noble god had several large chunks of flesh bitten off by a madman not long ago.

This caused Him to be somewhat embarrassed when facing Anikasa.

"You want me to move aside? Depfick, you came here with murderous intent, and you're telling me to leave?"

Anika's voice was filled with rage.

As if to confirm His wrath, the sky began to burn, and lightning struck the black dragon.

The clouds were engulfed in flames, igniting the wings of the black dragon in the sky.

"It's been a whole day, are you still planning to keep going?! Anikaye!" The black dragon exhaled its breath and roared in equal fury.

"What is there in her that is worth protecting? She abandoned us."

"Just because she keeps you by her side, you lower your head and pledge allegiance to her?!"

The black dragon was also filled with rage, but his rage was not only directed at the giant blocking his way, but also at the rage of his "mother".

"If you continue attacking like this, you are courting death, Anikaye!" The black dragon held the flames that had gathered in its mouth, and lava began to splatter from its scales.

His concept was revenge, and Anikasa's attack would only strengthen him without limit.

All the harm He suffered will be returned to Him tenfold.

"Whoosh—" After the flames were released, the sound in the air was not a "boom," but a sharp, short screech.

White flames spewed from the black dragon's gaping maw, piercing through the giant's chest and scorching the ground beneath its feet.

"Tipfick! You bastard who can forget even the grace of creation!" The giant ignored the injuries he had sustained and stretched out his hand.

His outstretched hand neither lengthened nor grew larger.

But it just so happened that it instantly caught up with Dipfick, who was high in the sky.

With this simple outstretched hand, He completely disregarded space and directly reached His desired destination.

It possessed power several times greater than that of Dipfic, and it was determined to crush Dipfic.

Anika was so enormous that he could hold even a black dragon, large enough to blot out the sky, in one hand.

However, being huge does not necessarily mean being the winner.

"Sizzle!!!" Anikaye's hand, which was holding the black dragon, cracked open the next moment.

The cracks resembled flowing molten lava, radiating heat little by little.

"Whoosh!" As Dipfik spread its wide wings, Anika's hand was shattered.