“So if you want to kill me, you must destroy the world.” Qi Xia continued, “This world carries my past will. It was built with the obsession of ‘killing you,’ so you will feel tremendous killing intent from the entire world.”

Heavenly-Dragon slowly stood up, looking at Qi Xia in disbelief.

Even though Heavenly-Dragon’s thinking far exceeded that of ordinary people, he still had no way to comprehend the meaning of this statement at this moment.

“A world built for the purpose of ‘killing me’…?”

Qi Xia didn’t speak. He stood up and walked toward the distance without looking back. Heavenly-Dragon only felt his mind in complete chaos and could only step forward to follow.

The two of them crossed almost the entire amusement park and arrived in front of a massive flesh-and-blood structure that resembled a theater.

The building had a round body and thick walls, like a giant frog crouching on the ground, its bloody maw now wide open, waiting for someone to enter.

“For a very long time, I came here every day.” Qi Xia looked up at the massive flesh-and-blood building and said.

“Very long… how long exactly?”

“I don’t remember.” Qi Xia said, “Perhaps tens of thousands of days.”

“Tens of thousands… of days?” Heavenly-Dragon still felt that Qi Xia had gone mad at this moment. “White-Sheep… you…”

Qi Xia paid no attention to Heavenly-Dragon and led him into the entrance of the building. Inside the door was a narrow and pitch-black corridor, like the throat of some giant beast.

After passing through the corridor made of flesh and blood, a blood-red open space suddenly appeared before their eyes. The entire building was slowly pulsating at this moment, as if they had arrived in the belly of a massive monster.

Upon seeing this open space, Heavenly-Dragon discovered that this not-very-large flesh-and-blood plaza was covered with traces of battle. Countless scars were deeply embedded in the fleshy walls. Those scars had healed and been torn open again, then scarred over once more, as if they had experienced a massacre involving tens of thousands of people over several years.

In the center of the plaza, there was a person sitting in meditation, but he had no face.

“What… is this… thing?” Heavenly-Dragon asked in disbelief.

“It’s the you I created.” Qi Xia answered truthfully. “For tens of thousands of days, I fought with you here every day.”

Hearing this explanation, Heavenly-Dragon only felt a chill run down his spine, yet he still didn’t know how to respond. The situation in this world seemed to be far more complex than he had imagined.

“Do you remember?” Qi Xia said with an unchanged expression. “What you asked me when you first fought me.”

Heavenly-Dragon’s expression froze as he recalled that situation. When they first fought, he had asked White-Sheep—

*”Your inner world was only constructed a mere day ago, but from your appearance, it’s as if you’ve been fighting people this way for several years.”*

“You were already half right at that time.” Qi Xia said. “It’s just a pity that the time spent fighting wasn’t several years, but several decades.”

Qi Xia slowly walked forward, and the “Heavenly-Dragon” in the distance seemed to sense something. He raised his head, stood up, and assumed a battle stance.

He didn’t say a word, merely standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

“He will simulate the fighting style of Heavenly-Dragon in my mind here.” Qi Xia said. “It’s just that the ‘immortal techniques’ he releases are still made of flesh and blood.”

Heavenly-Dragon stared at the person before him, feeling his entire body turn ice-cold.

“This is what ‘Heavenly-Dragon’ looks like in my memory.” Qi Xia smiled. “Unfortunately, I fought with him for too long. You’ve long since lost your face in my heart. Every time I want to recall what you look like, the only thing that comes to mind is this faceless monster.”

“No wonder when I appeared in your dream… I had no face?” Heavenly-Dragon paused, but still felt something was wrong. “But where did you get several decades of time…?”

Qi Xia turned around, still looking at him with a bland expression: “Heavenly-Dragon, would you like to hear a story?”

“What… story?”

“A story about ‘Eternity.'”

Heavenly-Dragon remained silent for a long time before finally nodding: “Alright.”

“To finish telling this story will probably take as long as ‘Eternity.'”

A trace of hesitation flashed across Heavenly-Dragon’s face, but at this moment, in this place where he had no power to fight back, what method could he use to escape?

He couldn’t kill Qi Xia, nor could he escape.

“A story… that spans ‘Eternity’?”

“Perhaps it’s not ‘Eternity.’ Time has an end.” Qi Xia shook his head. “It’s just that to an ordinary person like me, it’s already long been ‘Eternity.'”

Qi Xia walked slowly forward. A crack suddenly appeared beneath the feet of the faceless Heavenly-Dragon before him, swallowing that strange figure.

Then Qi Xia sat down on the spot: he crossed his legs, facing the place where the faceless Heavenly-Dragon had just disappeared.

He seemed to have no battle intent from beginning to end. Heavenly-Dragon felt he was facing something unknown.

“Heavenly-Dragon, if you want to know the truth of this place, then enter the dream of the entire world.”

“What…”

“If you want to know what this place is, how to escape, why you lost, what ‘Eternity’ is… then enter the dream of this world.” Qi Xia said. “The entire world is a massive living thing. In its dream are all my memories, and also that story about ‘Eternity.'”

At this moment, the interior of the building was as quiet as if time had stopped. The two could only hear the sound of the entire world’s pulse beating.

To know everything… he would have to enter the dream of the entire world?

“Or perhaps…” Qi Xia hesitated for a moment. “After you’ve experienced ‘Eternity,’ you’ll know what a ‘God’ is.”

Qi Xia’s last sentence indeed struck a chord in Heavenly-Dragon’s heart. His expression became even more hesitant at this moment.

“White-Sheep, if I enter this dream, can I still wake up?”

“You will wake up after ‘Eternity.'” Qi Xia added, “For you, perhaps it would be better to keep sleeping.”

Heavenly-Dragon remained silent for a long while, then slowly walked in front of Qi Xia and sat down cross-legged as well.

The two sat facing each other a few meters apart, presenting a bizarre picture of philosophical discourse.

“I’ll go experience ‘Eternity,’ but what about you?”

Qi Xia slowly closed his eyes: “I’ll wait for you here.”

After hearing this, Heavenly-Dragon contemplated for a long time, took a deep breath, and used his last “Faith” to activate “Enter Dream.”

The moment “Enter Dream” was activated, he finally found that familiar feeling.

The world he was in was indeed reality, and the earth beneath his feet indeed had dreams.

White-Sheep hadn’t lied.

In a trance, Heavenly-Dragon discovered that he seemed to have become White-Sheep.

No, to be precise, he had become Qi Xia.

He had returned to “Taoyuan.”

He was leading numerous “Participants” in rebellion… against Heavenly-Dragon?

Yes, he was not Heavenly-Dragon. At this moment, he was Qi Xia.

This dream sequence didn’t start from the origin of “Taoyuan,” but rather began from the last day when everyone launched their full-scale rebellion.

Such a brief single day… how could this be called “Eternity”?

“Is this the memory from just now?” Heavenly-Dragon murmured to himself.

*”No, it’s not.”* Qi Xia’s voice came from somewhere ethereal.

Heavenly-Dragon was startled, then smiled lightly: “You can actually hear me?”

*”That’s right. I told you, this world is me.”*