To find the humanity lost over these hundreds of years… how difficult must that be?

A paradox lay before Qi Xia.

If he could maintain his humanity, it would be impossible to forge a world from flesh and blood.

But if he couldn’t maintain his humanity… how could he create true humans?

At this moment, Qi Xia inexplicably thought of Nuwa.

Nuwa—legend said she was a god without the seven emotions and six desires, yet she was able to create humans capable of experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

How did she accomplish that?

“Baiyang… you’ve truly gone mad…” After sensing Qi Xia’s thoughts, Heavenly-Dragon immediately frowned. “Do you know what you’re doing? You’re comparing yourself to Nuw—”

At this point, Heavenly-Dragon froze.

When “Peach Blossom Spring” was first established… what was its purpose?

It was to create a “Nuwa.”

Qi Xia’s current motivation… inexplicably aligned with the “Master’s” motivation.

So was Qi Xia the person the “Master” had been searching for all along?

“What a pity the ‘Master’ has already abandoned this place… Baiyang…” Heavenly-Dragon sighed softly with a despairing expression. “Your appearance came at least eighty-four years too late.”

Qi Xia sat in his home and lowered his head, beginning to comprehend the feelings Nuwa had when creating humans.

As Qi Xia’s thoughts surged, a bizarre humanoid form appeared in his home.

Upon seeing this so-called “human,” even Heavenly-Dragon couldn’t help but take a step back.

This “human” had been created without skin—its flesh was completely exposed, and the moment it landed, it splattered fresh blood across the living room.

The situation was already this strange, yet Qi Xia still stared at the humanoid creature before him for a long time.

He seemed to be determining whether this thing could even be considered human.

That creature appeared to be in extreme pain. Its entire body was convulsing, and soon it collapsed to the ground from excessive blood loss.

Qi Xia sighed softly, then extended his hand. The floor beneath his feet opened like a gaping maw and swallowed the creature, merging it with the world.

Afterward, Heavenly-Dragon watched as Qi Xia repeatedly created “humans” and repeatedly failed.

He saw people with severed hands and feet, people with misplaced facial features.

Following Qi Xia, he witnessed nearly every deformed monstrosity that would never appear in this world.

As time progressed, what Heavenly-Dragon found terrifying was no longer the “eternity,” but rather that he could no longer sense Qi Xia’s thoughts at all.

He didn’t know if Qi Xia was deliberately hiding his thoughts, or if his current mindset had already transcended humanity.

Heavenly-Dragon only felt his information becoming blocked—he didn’t know what Qi Xia was doing, nor what Qi Xia was thinking.

Countless things that looked like “humans” appeared and then disappeared across this land.

It wasn’t until Heavenly-Dragon’s gaze itself began to age that the first perfect human finally appeared.

Qi Xia looked exceptionally exhausted. Simply creating one perfect human had nearly depleted all his “conviction.”

This person awakened under psychological suggestion, so the instant he landed, he believed this place was the real world.

In his eyes, everything around him was not flesh and blood.

Before Heavenly-Dragon could react, Qi Xia once again merged him with the entire world.

“Baiyang… have you gone mad… you clearly succeeded…” Heavenly-Dragon came to his senses and said in a daze. “What are you trying to do?”

“Still not enough…” Qi Xia murmured. “Far from enough…”

When Qi Xia spoke, Heavenly-Dragon once again sensed his thoughts after many years.

He didn’t want just one person—he wanted all people.

He was seeking a method to make this world “full of life.”

If every single person required this level of complexity, he would never be able to create a world.

If creating one person required this much time and such enormous “conviction,” before he could create a second batch of people, the first batch would have already begun dying of old age.

He could wait, but the “people” couldn’t.

Thinking of this, he began to clear his mind and carefully recall.

What method could rapidly transform this place into a world?

Those people of all shapes and sizes, those people walking on the streets, those people who passed by him in various places… what was his final impression of them?

That’s right.

Qi Xia couldn’t remember their faces.

“This world is ‘me,'” Qi Xia murmured. “‘I’ am this world… so aside from me, no one needs a face.”

If they had no faces, people wouldn’t need any expressions—they wouldn’t need to bear joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

They also wouldn’t need to be able to see, hear, or speak. Things would instantly become simple.

Here, only thought was needed.

As long as they believed they had facial features, had faces, then they would be able to see, hear, and speak.

So as long as they believed… they would think this was the real world.

This would save considerable “conviction,” allowing tens of thousands of people to appear in an instant.

Heavenly-Dragon was once again shocked by Qi Xia’s train of thought, but before he could say anything, various passersby had already begun walking past the window.

Men, women, old, young, tall, short, fat, thin—countless people began moving about on the streets.

Aside from every place being perfectly quiet, it was just like the real world.

A phrase involuntarily surfaced in Heavenly-Dragon’s mind—”bustling.”

But this kind of strange, silent bustling—if one hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, who could believe it?

Qi Xia exhausted his “conviction” several times over, stuffing this world full of people, creating approximately two million faceless people in the visible small city.

Heavenly-Dragon couldn’t see farther away, but thinking carefully, there might be “people” in more distant places as well. Tragically, according to Qi Xia’s construction logic, those people might not even have “thoughts.”

They were simply standing there in place.

During this period, Qi Xia also created a faceless Heavenly-Dragon in a desolate clearing of flesh and blood.

Just as he had said, within this space, aside from himself, no one needed a face.

The observer Heavenly-Dragon was quite puzzled by this step. Although he didn’t know what had happened, judging from Qi Xia’s experiences before him… hadn’t Heavenly-Dragon already died?

What was the significance of creating a Heavenly-Dragon here?

From that point forward, Qi Xia gazed at the sky at night and went to fight the faceless Heavenly-Dragon during the day.

Since this place would constantly emit loud collision sounds and earth-shaking tremors that always disturbed the nearby “residents,” Qi Xia simply transformed the surrounding area into a massive abandoned amusement park.

Seeing those enormous amusement facilities that looked like monsters, Heavenly-Dragon knew that Qi Xia’s condition could no longer be described as “mad.” Summoning giant monsters with a mere gesture… there was probably no word in this world that could describe Qi Xia’s current state.

Every move that faceless Heavenly-Dragon executed was no different from the real Heavenly-Dragon.

But his “Ingenious Object” was used to create flesh and blood, his “Separation” was used to decompose flesh and blood, and he relied on his feet stepping on flesh to perform “Air Suspension”—these were all the abilities Qi Xia could recreate.

On this day, Qi Xia once again fought the faceless Heavenly-Dragon to a draw.

This situation gradually made the observer Heavenly-Dragon notice something. Rather than saying Qi Xia hadn’t won, it would be more accurate to say he had always been trying to defend.

He could clearly summon the entire world with a gesture to devour the faceless Heavenly-Dragon, yet he only defended.

He defended continuously for decades, all to be able to use the most basic “Endless Life” to keep himself alive.

After finishing, he returned to his home and stood on the rooftop, gazing at the pitch-black night sky for a long time.

“Baiyang… what exactly are you trying to do?” Heavenly-Dragon murmured at his side.

But at this moment, Qi Xia was different from any other time in the past several hundred years. He turned his head, as if looking at Heavenly-Dragon, yet also as if looking at the void, then softly spoke.

At the same moment, Qi Xia’s voice also came from the void. The two voices intertwined at this moment, gently drifting into Heavenly-Dragon’s ears.

“I want to make everything start over. I want time to return to seven years ago.”

*”I want to make everything start over. I want time to return to seven years ago.”*

As the words fell, radiant and dazzling distant stars began to emerge in the pitch-black sky.