Since having “land,” Qi Xia’s state seemed easier to approach madness.

After all, the surroundings were a pitch-black world, and beneath his feet was a faintly glowing land of flesh and blood.

He was sitting on the constantly pulsating land meditating. There was no longer any way to prevent him from going mad.

Every time Qi Xia woke, he would substantially increase the volume of the land beneath his feet. He grew more and more insane, and the flesh ball beneath his feet also grew larger and larger.

Not even knowing how long had passed, when Heavenly-Dragon came back to his senses, the “land” beneath his feet had already become boundless.

Each time, Qi Xia would slowly raise his head, looking toward that endless darkness, then murmur in a hoarse voice: “Why am I still not qualified…”

“White-Sheep… what exactly is this ‘qualification’ you’re pursuing?” Heavenly-Dragon asked in confusion.

Over these several decades of time, Heavenly-Dragon’s thinking had also gradually begun to change. Although he still maintained exceptional clarity, he had been worn down by these years, losing all his hostility.

He was even looking forward to Qi Xia succeeding.

No matter what “qualification” he was pursuing, he hoped Qi Xia could end this “Eternity” as soon as possible.

Several decades had already passed now… how much longer until the “Eternity” he spoke of?

For ordinary people, these decades of empty time should be enough to be called “Eternity,” right…?

But Heavenly-Dragon still underestimated Qi Xia’s determination.

He gradually discovered that what Qi Xia wanted wasn’t just a piece of land.

But an entire world.

He forged high-rises from flesh and blood, paved asphalt roads with bone fragments, established roadside trees with skeletons.

He was like the true deity of this entire world. Upon awakening, he would begin creating heaven and earth, then fall into long sleep after exhausting all his strength.

He had experienced endless eternity and endured profound loneliness.

Heavenly-Dragon watched Qi Xia creating worlds with a wave of his hand, not understanding why he had to go to this extent.

He himself had once been like him, beginning to craft everyone’s dreams upon awakening.

But all of this was to solidify his rule. If he didn’t let those people experience two days of rest, didn’t give them a brief chance to relax, their probability of uprising would infinitely increase.

But who was this man before him doing this for?

There was no one else here, only himself.

He could do anything he wanted to do.

Yet he was actually creating a complete world of flesh and blood.

This world had various buildings large and small, as well as vast seas of blood and forests of severed fingers.

What exactly could drive him to this extent?

Although this world looked so terrifying, Heavenly-Dragon actually saw on Qi Xia’s body that divinity he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Heavenly-Dragon roughly estimated that perhaps in a hundred years, or perhaps two hundred years, this world under Qi Xia’s hands gradually became the appearance in Heavenly-Dragon’s memory.

This was the scene from White-Sheep’s dream.

The only thing missing was people.

After awakening, Qi Xia began looking up at the sky. This space had already been slightly illuminated by this glowing land, but the sky above was still boundless darkness.

“Exactly how… does something count as a ‘world’?” Qi Xia looked at the sky and murmured. “The void space has trillions of doors connecting all worlds… why isn’t there one connecting to my world?”

Heavenly-Dragon listened to this statement with an unchanged expression, initially thinking it was just more of Qi Xia’s mad rambling to himself, but after a few seconds felt something was wrong. His entire person also instantly froze in place.

“Wait… White-Sheep…” Heavenly-Dragon turned to look at him. “What are you saying?!”

He somewhat couldn’t believe that Qi Xia had spent decades or centuries creating a world… actually to summon a “door”?

What kind of bizarre logic was this?

It was as if he was making a wish to true deities, wishing for his world to be recognized.

He believed that as long as what he created counted as a “world,” then he would see a “door.”

This was his so-called “qualification”?

How mad must someone be to make such a decision…?

Heavenly-Dragon thought again that at the birth of this “world,” Qi Xia had already suggested to this bizarre flesh ball. He said “you are the world of this place.”

He not only suggested to himself that this was a “world,” but also suggested that the “world” was a “world.”

But soon Heavenly-Dragon discovered… aside from the path Qi Xia had chosen before him still having a one-in-ten-thousand possibility, there was no other possible method to see even a thread of hope in this void, pitch-black place.

No… Heavenly-Dragon felt that if it were any other person, they would likely have completely lost their minds by now.

They could only gradually become lost in this space with nothing at all.

So Qi Xia had thought it through early on. To reach other worlds, one could only go through “doors.”

“Wait…”

Heavenly-Dragon’s back turned cold, as if he had already foreseen his own future.

The “Train” had three stations in total… assuming the best case scenario, if a “door” really appeared here, would it lead to the next station?

And that next station it led to… would it also be complete nothingness?

What would Qi Xia do then?

Thinking of this, Heavenly-Dragon couldn’t help but have his hair stand on end. He admitted he was truly panicked now.

He simply didn’t dare imagine how he had gotten through such a long period of time… if all of this had to be done all over again, he would be ten thousand times more miserable than now.

“Wh… White-Sheep… you can hear me, right?” Heavenly-Dragon said.

The entire space was incomparably quiet, with only the sound of high-rises rising from the ground in the world of flesh and blood.

“White-Sheep… I know what ‘Eternity’ is now…” Heavenly-Dragon said. “Stop messing with me… get me out of this godforsaken place…”

As expected, no one answered.

“I promise to peacefully coexist with you in this world of flesh and blood… I promise not to seek revenge anymore…” Heavenly-Dragon felt this was the first time he had begged someone so humbly, but he truly had no other options. “We can negotiate again…”

When Heavenly-Dragon discovered that no matter what he said, no one paid attention to him, only then did he finally understand what situation he was in.

He had fallen into a prison called “Eternity.”

Since he could be brought into this place, how could he possibly be let out easily?

“Eternity.”

“What an ‘Eternity’…” Heavenly-Dragon smiled bitterly. “You’re toying with me…”

He could only hope even more in the dream that Qi Xia would succeed.

As long as he succeeded, he could escape this “Eternity.”

But Qi Xia always raised his head to look at the sky, and not even a thread of light appeared in that sky.

How could it be so easy to make something created from flesh and blood become a “world”?

Even if he truly was the “Creator,” he was also the most terrifying creator in all spaces. Would the entire space recognize him?

This world gradually gained rivers, lakes, and seas, with cities and villages.

Qi Xia even created a giant glowing eyeball revolving around the entire world, simulating day and night.

But from beginning to end, there wasn’t a single living person.

Heavenly-Dragon knew where the problem lay.

Although Qi Xia had created countless “living things” to compose the world, his mind was unstable.

He had no way to create a stable, healthy humanoid creature.

With such a mad creator, even the creatures created were deformed.

So what should he do?

After Qi Xia finished creating the entire world, he began creating his own home.

He reforged his own room with flesh and blood, as if wanting to reclaim a thread of humanity, but his mad expression told Heavenly-Dragon he had completely failed.