After hearing Xuanwu’s answer, Qi Xia knew she didn’t even have the desire to be saved anymore.

Some people were like this—if they went out, what awaited them would only be an even more terrifying hell.

“If you want to die here… then stand up now,” Qi Xia said. “Are you really going to crawl around here pitch-black all over, just as Qinglong said?”

“I… cannot.” Xuanwu’s voice said ethereally. “From the moment I stood on this land, only one of Qinglong and I could survive.”

“If killing you could liberate you, I’d be willing to do so,” Qi Xia said. “Come out with me.”

“Then…” Xuanwu turned her face, looking at Qi Xia with that void-like countenance. “Where should I go…?”

“Go continue executing the ‘rules,'” Qi Xia said. “Don’t leave any regrets in your own heart.”

“Rules…”

“Do everything you want to do,” Qi Xia said. “Go experience every person’s sorrows and joys in the ‘Land of Finality.'”

After hearing this, Xuanwu’s entire body trembled again, then as if being pulled by something, she slowly straightened her body, murmuring repeatedly from her mouth:

“Everyone’s sorrows and joys—”

“Right, you judge everyone’s sorrows and joys from your own perspective,” Qi Xia said. “They’re trapped on this land, no fundamentally different from you. They just want to escape.”

Xuanwu slowly turned around, seemingly looking at Qi Xia with her own eyes.

“They can’t get out and can’t leave,” Qi Xia said. “You know it’s the ‘rules’ governing them, but you’ve been oppressed by ‘rules’ your entire life—why would you become an advocate of the ‘rules’ here?”

“If I don’t advocate for the rules, others will stand up.” Xuanwu said. “Qinglong promised he could make me not hungry, not hurt, not tired, so I stood up.”

“Is that so…” Xuanwu seemed to think of something. “Even though I’ve already completely done as he said… he still won’t let me die?”

“The less reason someone has, the easier they are to control,” Qi Xia said. “You can not only completely obey Qinglong’s commands, but even have ‘conviction’ that surpasses ordinary people—to him, you’re the best weapon.”

“I…”

“So he’ll squeeze out every last bit of value from you,” Qi Xia said again. “Perhaps you’ll keep helping him until one day when everyone in the ‘Land of Finality’ is dead, yet your physical body will still linger here.”

After hearing this, Xuanwu paused slightly, then slowly walked to the side and bent down to pick up her own arm.

That arm was pitch-black just like her entire body.

Qi Xia only felt that Xuanwu’s back figure was extraordinarily lonely, as if accepting something she had never touched before.

She tucked her own arm under her armpit, then broke off a section of spine from the ground and suddenly inserted it into her severed shoulder.

After doing all this, she turned back and extended her arm toward Qi Xia. “Can you help me?”

Qi Xia understood tacitly. After nodding, he stepped forward and took hold of Xuanwu’s arm.

How should one describe the feeling this arm gave Qi Xia?

It had no temperature—neither warm nor cold; it had no texture—neither soft nor hard; it didn’t even have weight. Holding it in his hand felt like grasping a handful of water at the ocean floor—he could feel its existence, yet didn’t know exactly where it was.

“Pardon the offense.”

As soon as the words fell, Qi Xia lifted Xuanwu’s arm and, after aligning it with the “interface,” viciously inserted it onto that protruding section of spine.

“Szzz—”

A very bizarre sound rang out, neither like flesh nor like plants, but rather like some space being torn apart.

After a moment, Xuanwu moved the arm that had been forcibly reconnected, discovering that although the movement trajectory was strange, at least she had managed to reattach her arm.

“Thank you—” Xuanwu said.

“Does a ‘Participant’ helping a ‘Divine Beast’ count as a violation?” Qi Xia asked.

After hearing this, Xuanwu paused, seemingly stuck by this answer.

“Does a ‘Divine Beast’ saying ‘thank you’ to a ‘Participant’ count as a violation?” Qi Xia asked again.

“I don’t know.” Xuanwu answered.

“It’s fine,” Qi Xia said. “In your silence, you naturally already have the answer in your heart. Everyone in this world has answers to all things—it’s only the difference between being willing to acknowledge them and unwilling to acknowledge them.”

After hearing this, Xuanwu wanted to say something more, but ultimately only nodded.

“I will continue to execute the guardianship of the rules.” Xuanwu said. “I hope this time I can truly die.”

“I also hope you can truly die,” Qi Xia looked Xuanwu up and down. “The way you’re living now is already enough to redeem all your sins.”

“I’m truly so tired.”

After Xuanwu finished speaking, she brushed past Qi Xia and walked toward the “Collapse and Flee” door.

At this moment, Qi Xia once again raised his head to look at midair. In that pitch-black area, there were countless “doors.”

It seemed there was still much space on the “train” that could be utilized.

Or rather… only when these spaces were utilized would they become part of the “train.”

It was just a pity that Qi Xia knew he couldn’t fly—the various “doors” in the heights were unreachable. But now wasn’t the time to consider these things.

After Xuanwu left, Qi Xia immediately followed and walked out of the venue.

…

Yan Zhichun led Doctor Zhao quickly walking on the road, and soon saw that the people on both sides of the road were gradually increasing.

Those people wore different clothing. Each person looked as if they had experienced hundreds of battles. They stood on both sides of the road waiting for something.

This group of people didn’t seem to recognize Yan Zhichun or Doctor Zhao—they just stared at the two with complex expressions in their eyes.

“Yan Zhichun… just how many people do you have…?” Doctor Zhao asked with some doubt.

“I told you, I don’t even know myself.”

She walked ahead, accepting the baptism of gazes from all the unfamiliar “Extreme Path” cultivators. Everyone retreated to both sides, clearing a path for Yan Zhichun.

Before reaching the end of the road, that massive display screen and bronze bell had already come into view.

Countless people stood nearby without saying a word. Looking around, there were nearly a hundred people.

“Ah, little sister…”

A familiar voice rang out not far away. Old Sun pushed through the crowd and slowly walked to Yan Zhichun’s front.

“You came too?”

“Old Sun.” Yan Zhichun nodded. “Take me to see Jiang Ruoxue and Zhoumo.”

“They’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” Old Sun said. “Come with me quickly.”

Old Sun walked ahead, continuously leading Yan Zhichun forward, while Doctor Zhao also became dazed at this moment.

He had thought this was work that could be completed with just a bit more seriousness—after all, Yan Zhichun had said they only needed to “destroy something.”

But looking at the current situation… how could this task be simple?