Qinglong left on his own just as he had arrived.

This connection between us, thin as a cicada’s wing, was like the cooperation between him and me—he came when he wanted, he left when he wanted.

I could only do my utmost to keep up with everyone’s footsteps, not daring to be negligent for a moment.

Qinglong’s words gave me a new understanding of Qi Xia’s ability—the terrifying nature of “Endless Rebirth” far exceeded my imagination.

When Qi Xia was “Echoing,” his thoughts were the “God of Creation.” This relationship was no longer as simple as “he thinks I’m still alive.”

Due to our characteristic of dying every ten days, Qi Xia could even “create” new identities for us.

If he believed I was a “Participant,” then the next time I was reborn, I would definitely be a “Participant.”

If he believed I was a “Zodiac,” then next time I would appear as a “Zodiac.”

Just as Qinglong said, as long as Qi Xia “Echoed” enough times, this place would one day become orderly because of his thoughts.

If he believed “Heavenly Dragon” was the “Supreme Being” here, then Heavenly Dragon as the “Supreme Being” would appear.

The more Qi Xia feared Heavenly Dragon, the stronger Heavenly Dragon’s power would become.

What a terrifying coincidence… that “Endless Rebirth” happened to encounter “Endless Reincarnation.”

From the moment these two characteristics met, one plus one equaled infinity. Each of us had infinite possibilities.

I couldn’t even think of a solution to this matter for Qi Xia. As a person, could one truly control their own subconscious?

After pondering for a few minutes, I felt I was still thinking too much.

These things were not what I should be considering right now. All I needed to do was complete my own tasks.

Since both involved using Qi Xia, was it possible for me to approach from two angles and work on both simultaneously?

First, I would follow Qinglong’s instructions and do everything possible to create a “Wen Qiaoyun” in Qi Xia’s subconscious.

Due to the characteristics of Qi Xia’s “Echo,” this matter would become very abstract.

What Qinglong wanted wasn’t a “Wen Qiaoyun.” Honestly speaking, as long as Qi Xia could create someone stronger than himself, regardless of whether they were male or female, regardless of their appearance or experiences, that person would be “Wen Qiaoyun.”

To Qinglong, Wen Qiaoyun was just a code name, not a real person.

Once this plan succeeded, Qi Xia’s ability would be like a bone-scraping steel blade to Qinglong. Qi Xia himself wasn’t a god, but he could create a “god”—this was “Endless Rebirth.”

On the other hand, I would pave my own path.

I absolutely had to find a way to tell Qi Xia “I come from hell.”

I wanted his subconscious to send “me” out.

I couldn’t live here as a “Participant” reincarnating for eternity. I wanted to live outside as Xu Liunian who “came from hell.”

Could there be even a one-in-ten-thousand possibility… that one of my “copies,” due to Qi Xia’s influence, went outside, and she retained all my memories from the “Land of the End,” then tried every means to seek help from those higher up, thereby liberating this place?

Would those true “gods” actually intervene in this mess?

No, there was an even more troublesome problem that needed solving…

How would “she” prove that “I” hadn’t escaped yet?

I felt my brain short-circuit and couldn’t help but touch my forehead. The “Land of the End” seemed to have always been like this—it was built upon countless “paradoxes.” Without extraordinary thinking, it was impossible to navigate it using just “the mind.”

This feeling of the top of my head turning cold from excessive mental exertion—was this Qi Xia and Chu Tianqiu’s daily state?

They relied on their minds to navigate here, then paved path after path for themselves.

I began to calm down and carefully consider the feasibility of this matter.

Suppose a “me” truly resurrected in the real world after ten days—how would she prove that everything before wasn’t a dream? And how would she prove there was another “me” reincarnating here?

This matter was even more difficult than I imagined.

“I” knew I was here, but “she” would think she was outside.

Theoretically speaking, due to the information gap, she and I could never intersect and could never achieve tactical unity.

She couldn’t come in, I couldn’t go out, and neither of us could prove the other existed.

In other words, even if a “me” went outside starting from the next cycle, there would still be a “me” left here suffering the pain of reincarnation.

Wait a moment…

Thinking of this, I slowly widened my eyes, then a bone-chilling feeling invaded my entire body.

My thoughts were like a suddenly erupting volcano, pouring out in an instant, but what this volcano spewed wasn’t scorching lava but icy coldness.

There seemed to be an even more terrifying problem here!

What if the situation described above had already happened?

What if it had already happened to everyone?

We came from various “timelines,” but unfortunately “timelines” were endless.

So could there be such a possibility…

Every tenth day, a “us” escaped and returned to normal “timelines,” starting normal lives. They thought they had escaped, so they harbored hope and never looked back.

They thought this terrifying experience ended there and no more accidents would occur.

But they didn’t know… no matter how many times they escaped, there would be a bizarre duplicate left here, inheriting the memory of “not escaping,” then continuously reincarnating here.

We were all orphans abandoned by the universe and all things, and the most tragic batch of duplicates.

I only regretted not encountering “Endless Rebirth” earlier, or I would have penetrated this problem much sooner.

In this world, some people experience “Rebirth,” while others experience “Endlessness.”

“How can I prove that ‘I’ haven’t escaped…?”

My whole body began trembling uncontrollably. How ridiculous… this way, everything seemed to make sense…

No wonder they wouldn’t come to save me…

No wonder Qinglong said “the real you disappeared long ago”…

I had no way to prove whether “I” had truly escaped, and the “me” who escaped had no way to prove that another me was still living here.

We were like two lines in three-dimensional space that would never intersect, shooting out in different directions every ten days.

After having this hypothesis, I felt my emotions were on the verge of collapse.

In seventy years, I had struggled and fought, doing everything possible to survive here. I thought I was the luckiest one.

All these years I hadn’t vanished into smoke and dust, still remaining active in the “Land of the End”—how could that be misfortune?

But little did I know, over seventy years, I might have been left here every single time, not only unlucky but actually the most tragic one.

My God… I was truly on the verge of collapse…

Was there any way to end all of this?