“What ‘Wild Growth’…” Doctor Zhao asked with furrowed brows. “Didn’t you say these things are hair?”

“Can’t ‘hair’ undergo ‘Wild Growth’?” Chu Tianqiu asked. “When a person’s ‘hair’ is imbued with ‘Hardening’ and ‘Tracking’, at that point it only needs ‘Wild Growth’ to become an excellent killing weapon.”

Chu Tianqiu blew the powder in his hand a few times, then walked to the window and gazed at the earthy yellow sun in the sky.

Behind that sun extended countless fine black threads that now obscured the entire sky. These bizarre hairs not only possessed extremely high toughness, but their thickness had also increased.

Without physically touching them, one could never think of them as hair, and would only consider them black threads.

Chu Tianqiu squinted his eyes as he looked at the unbrilliant sun, murmuring to himself, “Hair growing from the sun… So you’re the ‘Mother Goddess’ that Tong Chan mentioned?”

The ‘Mother Goddess’ resembled a massive sphere covered in black threads, currently floating in midair, wielding countless hairs from atop her head, slaughtering all her subjects.

Chu Tianqiu’s low murmurs reached Han Yimo’s ears. He too slowly raised his head and looked at the sun above.

“Is there something strange about the sun in the sky?” Han Yimo asked.

“Is she beautiful?”

Chu Tianqiu’s brief question startled Han Yimo.

“I… have long thought the sun here was very beautiful…” Han Yimo seemed possessed, likewise muttering in a low voice. “It’s just like… just like…”

“An eye.” Doctor Zhao said. “It looks like a giant eye.”

All three nodded in unison. That earthy yellow sun had strands of black threads around its edges, now spreading inward. It truly looked like a gigantic eyeball, and those black threads were like layers upon layers of massive blood vessels spreading across the eyeball.

But when exactly did it start?

When exactly did the sky here stop being blue, and this bizarre, massive earthy yellow eyeball rise into the air?

“So, our every move is being watched by a giant eyeball.” Han Yimo murmured. “It’s the ‘Eye of God’… What lies behind the eye?”

“But where’s the ‘pupil’…?” Doctor Zhao murmured. “Such an enormous eyeball, yet it has no pupil.”

It wasn’t strange when one thought about it. If this massive eyeball had a pupil, perhaps the ‘Participants’ would have realized long ago that it wasn’t the sun.

Precisely because it was an earthy yellow sclera hanging in the sky, it felt extremely like the sun.

The two felt that Chu Tianqiu had indeed opened up a mad line of thinking for them. As long as they knew that everything here could be explained by ‘Echo’, then truly nothing was ‘impossible’.

“A giant eyeball without a pupil…” Chu Tianqiu squinted his eyes, as if contemplating something. “The ‘Eye of God’… Could this be my ‘Path’…?”

“Your Path…?”

Both of them looked at Chu Tianqiu simultaneously.

“What a magnificent path of destruction…” Chu Tianqiu laughed bitterly. “This is the path to ‘Godhood’…”

“Godhood…”

“You two, I want to ‘become a god’.” Chu Tianqiu said. “I want to collect all the ‘Echoes’ in this place, then tread upon a supreme path.”

Chu Tianqiu’s words made both their faces look unpleasant. The ultimate purpose of their joining ‘Heaven’s Mouth’ was to escape, yet the leader of this organization had no intention of escaping at all.

“No need to be nervous.” Chu Tianqiu continued. “As long as I become the supreme existence here, I can freely decide whether you stay or go. But before I ‘become a god’, I still need both your help.”

Doctor Zhao furrowed his brows and pondered for a while, then asked, “Why us two? ‘Heaven’s Mouth’ has so many capable and extraordinary people—why specifically us?”

“Because I have too much affection for those people.” Chu Tianqiu smiled. “I couldn’t bear to harm any of them, so I can only harm you two.”

“What—”

“How could the ‘path to godhood’ possibly be smooth sailing… I need extremely powerful helpers.” Chu Tianqiu’s gaze shifted from Doctor Zhao to Han Yimo. “And you two are the helpers I’ve chosen. I will step over your shattered bones and tread upon this path to the summit.”

“You’ve gone mad…” Doctor Zhao said somewhat dazedly. “Do you know what you’re saying? This is your attitude for ‘seeking cooperation’? You ‘become a god’, but you’ll step over our shattered bones—just how insane would we have to be to agree to this request?”

“Don’t fear death.” Chu Tianqiu said. “Here, you can fear anything, but you absolutely cannot fear death.”

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Chu Tianqiu extended both hands and placed them on their shoulders respectively. “When normal people choose their ‘tools’, they like to select spears and shields. But I’m different—I prefer cannons and explosives. You two are my cannons and explosives. If something can be shattered, we shatter it. If we encounter something that cannot be shattered, then we’ll take mutual destruction with our opponent.”

After hearing this, Han Yimo gave a bitter laugh and said, “Chu Tianqiu, I originally thought you would be the ‘Savior’, but I didn’t expect you to be the ‘Destroyer’.”

“That’s an excellent thought.” Chu Tianqiu smiled. “Only by maintaining this thought will I be able to stand as an equal against Qi Xia at the most critical moment. I said it before—you don’t need to fear death, but you need to fear me.”

After saying this, he reached into his jacket pocket and slowly pulled out a string of blood-red objects.

Han Yimo and Zhao Haibo gasped after seeing it, both involuntarily taking half a step back.

In their eyes, Chu Tianqiu’s degree of madness seemed to have climbed another level.

In Chu Tianqiu’s hand was a string of foul-smelling, rotting, pus-oozing eyes.

These eyeballs seemed to come from different people, with some differences in size and appearance, but all were bleeding, strung together by Chu Tianqiu with a rope into a necklace shape. Counting them roughly, there were over ten.

He reached out and stroked the eyeball necklace, getting his palm covered in viscous black blood. Then he swept his hair backward, revealing his blood-stained forehead, and extended an index finger to draw a bloody mark at the center of his brows.

After his disheveled hair gradually set in place with the help of the blood, Chu Tianqiu removed his glasses and casually tossed them aside.

His aura had changed somewhat.

Initially, one only felt that his temperament was somewhat mad, but now even his appearance had become absurd.

Before Han Yimo and Doctor Zhao could open their mouths to speak, Chu Tianqiu hung the eyeball necklace around his neck. His exquisite shirt was now stained red with filthy blood. His current image looked exceptionally fitting with the ‘Destroyer’ that Han Yimo had mentioned.