“When exactly did you learn to fight using these things?” Heavenly-Dragon asked.

“Is it difficult to understand?” Qi Xia countered. “This is the only skill I rely on to survive. I can only try to use it to learn how to fight.”

“What do you mean by ‘learn to fight’?” Heavenly-Dragon looked at the chaos throughout the room. “Do you mean retreating while releasing a large quantity of bone needles, or creating a living sword in an instant to block my fatal strike?”

After hearing this, Qi Xia remained silent and casually tossed away the living sword in his hand.

That sword, like a mouse being held in hand, quickly twisted its body after landing and ran out of the room.

“Baiyang… from the completion of your inner world until now, it’s only been a mere day.” Heavenly-Dragon said. “But looking at you, it’s as if you’ve already been fighting people with this method for several years. This inevitably makes me curious.”

“Perhaps I just suddenly comprehended it?” Qi Xia said. “Or perhaps I’ve long anticipated fighting this way. After all, you also know that my killing intent toward you has lasted for decades. There’s nothing strange about it.”

“I don’t deny your conviction to kill me.” Heavenly-Dragon said. “I’m only curious about your combat experience, because these two things cannot be equated. For example…”

After speaking, Heavenly-Dragon’s mind moved slightly. Countless stone spikes condensed around Qi Xia, then rushed toward him like a violent storm.

Qi Xia closed his eyes. The flesh and blood beneath his feet instantly churned and suddenly generated a wall of flesh and blood that enclosed him. All that could be heard was a chaotic noise like blades meeting flesh as all the stone spikes embedded themselves in the flesh and blood.

“Baiyang, you seem intimately familiar with all my techniques and have already devised countermeasures.” Heavenly-Dragon said. “This has only been one day. How can I not be curious?”

The flesh and blood beside Qi Xia crushed all the stone spikes. Then he moved his limbs and said: “Heavenly-Dragon… I think I’m starting to understand your way of thinking.”

“My way of thinking?”

“That’s right. I think… whether you’re curious or not, what does it have to do with me?” Qi Xia smiled. “What are you to me? Do I need to care what you think?”

“Ha, truly absurd…” Heavenly-Dragon said. “Just because you have one technique to rely on, you can look down on me so lightly.”

As soon as the words fell, Heavenly-Dragon’s figure slowly rose into the air. His hands forcefully swept to the sides, and the walls of the flesh-and-blood house were immediately torn open. Although the opening was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, Heavenly-Dragon still passed through it to the outside.

Qi Xia walked to the window and looked up at Heavenly-Dragon, discovering that he was rising higher and higher, as if some killing move was about to be unleashed.

“Baiyang, there is ultimately a difference between ‘gods’ and ‘mortals.'” Heavenly-Dragon said in midair. “Even though you’ve now touched upon this threshold, you’re still a paper tiger after all. What can you do once you leave this room?”

Qi Xia paid no attention to Heavenly-Dragon’s verbal provocation. Instead, he looked down at the display screen in the plaza below.

At this moment, besides “Endless Life,” Heavenly-Dragon’s numerous “Echoes” appeared on the screen, causing Qi Xia to slowly narrow his eyes.

“Original Object,” “Ingenious Object,” “Disintegrate,” “Suspension.”

“So it’s only these…” Qi Xia murmured to himself. “Plus ‘Enter Dream’… five types in total?”

Heavenly-Dragon gradually ascended, then gently raised both hands as if welcoming something.

Qi Xia looked up to see that sand and earth were actually beginning to condense above the entire building. All the sand and earth appeared out of thin air, converging into an inverted suspended mountain directly above this house.

He knew that as long as Heavenly-Dragon’s mind moved slightly, the entire mountain would fall. Not to mention this building—perhaps the entire street would be razed to the ground.

“Baiyang…” Heavenly-Dragon said outside the window. “Whether in your dream or outside it, as long as a ‘god’ becomes angry, mortals simply cannot withstand the natural disaster brought forth. This is the fundamental difference between you and me.”

Qi Xia took several deep breaths, then slowly closed his eyes.

…

Qinglong was admiring the fruit before the great tree, but always felt something wasn’t quite right.

He could always faintly hear the sound of “Echoes,” but those “Echoes” seemed to come from the void and were never quite tangible.

But now it was different… the frequency of “Original Object” began to become clearer and clearer, entering his ears from all directions.

From where was this frequency coming?

The formidable power of this frequency was beyond description. Looking across the entire history of “Taoyuan,” there was only one person whose “Original Object” could reach this kind of frequency.

But this person…

Qinglong turned around to find Heavenly-Dragon still sleeping peacefully on the throne. His expression was serene, with a dot of dark red between his brows.

“Who made you so angry?” Qinglong smiled. “Is the frequency of ‘Enter Dream’ not enough? Do you need to add in ‘Original Object’ at full strength as well?”

After speaking, he walked step by step up to the throne, then his figure flashed and appeared on the armrest of the massive throne.

Then he slowly crouched down, trying to stare at Heavenly-Dragon the way one would stare at an ant.

But this person’s aura was too powerful. No matter what, he could not be regarded as an ant.

“Heavenly-Dragon, oh Heavenly-Dragon…” Qinglong looked at him with a bitter smile. “Stop struggling. If you should die, then go die… When you die, you must tell me, so I can live on with peace of mind, alright?”

Heavenly-Dragon’s breathing was steady, but he only furrowed his brows.

Seeing his expression gradually becoming uneasy, Qinglong smiled even more happily:

“You absolutely must die… Heavenly-Dragon.”

…

“You absolutely must not die… Liar.”

Qiao Jiajin stared seriously at the sleeping Qi Xia, his fists already raised and ready, as if prepared to “show his skills” at any moment.

During this time, he only saw Qi Xia furrow his brows a few times. He didn’t look like someone having a terrible nightmare—more like someone whose sleeping posture was a bit uncomfortable.

He didn’t know whether he should strike now and give Qi Xia a beating, so he could only continue staring at him without blinking.

He had previously seen what Qi Xia looked like when trapped in a nightmare. His entire body would struggle frantically, his head covered in cold sweat, looking like he wanted to wake up but couldn’t—a painful appearance.

But today’s Qi Xia seemed… too peaceful.

He was clearly going to meet a terrifying figure like Heavenly-Dragon, so why was his expression so serene?

“Liar… it’s about time to end this… what’s there to talk about with that kind of person…” Qiao Jiajin thought to himself, his face full of worry.

In Qiao Jiajin’s eyes, a mad god like Heavenly-Dragon who could rule the “Land of the End” was naturally someone to stay as far away from as possible. Prolonged contact would naturally lead to problems.

Sure enough, in the next second, Qi Xia’s expression instantly became tense, and his hands and feet trembled.