It's like an endless eternal torment, a frenzied race where you can't stop if you want to win, and the moment you slack off and give up, you lose it all.

No end, no finish line, and no conclusion.

Only a laborious cycle of fighting with one's life over and over again.

Repeated loops over and over, restarting again and again, the entire Illusion Dream accelerating in time in an endless cycle, the battle between the Dragon and the Holy God never ceases.

Just like Sisyphus, pushing the stone up the mountain again and again, then returning to the starting point, the terrifying thing is not the endless torment, but the 'release' of turning back to the shore.

Release is the most dreadful poison.

Just give up and it's fine.

If you want to stop, then you can stop!

Anywhere, anytime, they always have the choice to give up.

You can rest, wait a bit, what's the point of continuing like this? How long will this cycle last? Too long, how much longer? How much longer must we persist? After this second, then another second, and how many more seconds?

The moment of thought, these disturbances proliferate like wild grass, endlessly growing, eroding the so-called determination like termites spreading through a dam.

When the thought of retreat appears in the heart, the high wall composed of rationality and persistence will crumble in collapse like a breached dam.

The anxiety like sea tides rises again and again, washing over the consciousness and self, never ceasing.

Either endure the torment with unyielding determination, suppressing minor distractions, or dismiss all interference with immovable stubbornness and persist to the end.

Yet some people enjoy it…

They aren't tired of concentrating entirely, even after repeating countless times, they can always find new ways to play in the dull and hollow everything!

Their fighting spirit and patience amaze everyone, even have secret weapons, bringing endless surprises to their opponents!

They even experiment directly with their teammates…

Ruins!

This is the Ruins Divine Essence that reaches up to the Dragon Realm!

And having an opponent who has laid the foundation of Heavenly Human Foundation and points directly to Doomsday Theory to verify various conjectures. Wasting any second is sinful, should take this opportunity to push hard!

What? Even if it collapses afterwards, it can actually be recovered? And it can start anew infinitely?

This restart truly delights me!

The beginning Panying Breath was just an appetizer, after trying it out, Ji Jue became more and more audacious, beating drums while studying the theory of nine types, modern revisions of alchemy purification, and application and experimentation of corrupted alchemy.

Using the dragon body indefinitely close to the material limit to quickly learn and sell: Red Cloud Wings, Fish Intestine Claw, Giant Que's Scale, Chun Jun Clone, Zanlu Thunder…

While increasingly displaying variety, continuously applied dirty tricks against Wen Sheng.

Even the mouth never rests!

After becoming a spirit behind, they don't even waste saliva, incessantly chattering from start to end!

"Good job, Wen Sis!"

"Wonderful! Good shot, cough, good chop!"

"Oh my, this move, an antelope hanging off horns, flowing like clouds and water, profound and infinite!"

…

Until Wen Wen became exceedingly annoyed, "Ji Jue, shut up! Or I'll add another round for you outside!"

"Alright, alright."

Ji Jue sighed regretfully, the plan of praising in hopes of reducing punishment failed, but it doesn't matter, after giving Wen Wen a pair of earplugs, begins commenting on Wen Sheng.

"A glass of Ding Zhen, no work left!"

"Can't we bite a lighter then?"

"On the track of embarrassment, you certainly have a monopoly."

"Not brother, you use your face to take it? Clown, pure clown! What, are you anxious? Anxious! Truly anxious!"

Mocking, commenting, pointing fingers, even published an on-the-spot ten victories ten defeats thesis, accompanied by "My View on Digimon: How the Clown Emperor Was Formed".

In addition, every word must circulate through spiritual flow, repeated again and again.

Until Wen Sheng was crushed to half body again, unable to bear it anymore, shouted in counterattack: "Damn it, enough with you two dogs!"

"What is it? From the start always dogs, dogs…"

Ji Jue sarcastically asked: "Are you envious? Being single like this, shouldn't be young anymore? Can you find a partner?"

Wen Sheng snorted coldly, not hiding disdain and mockery: "Love between man and woman, how insignificant!"

"Then what is great? Your father?"

Ji Jue became curious, questioning with a spiritual soul: "But, does your father really love you?"

"I don't think so."

Wen Wen suddenly interjected, delivering a sharp blow.

"Shut up!!!"

Wen Sheng roared with rage: "I…"

"My father deeply loves me, as does my mother, and my teachers, my friends, my family. Don't you have any?"

Ji Jue interrupted him, sighing with emotion: "Ah, those envious eyes, you mustn't have…"

Boom!!!

An infinite tumult of darkness surged from the ground, rushing forward!

In an instant, the rampant Heavenly Calamity spread, like innumerable blades, dissolving everything.

The moment Wen Wen counterattacked, the crisp sound echoed once more.

Cycle restart.

Read file!

Everything, returns to the origin.

And then again, the frenzy reappears, over and over, suppressing them, wantonly venting rage and violence, yet making people feel...

Exasperated?

"Really? Just seventy-one times and you can't take it anymore?"

Ji Jue laughed, the agitating words droning on incessantly: "This is just the beginning, you have to enjoy the process, brother, rest assured you'll get used to it sooner or later.

By my calculations, my limit should be around seventeen thousand seven hundred and two times, much less than Sister Wen... Beyond this boundary, perhaps consciousness and self will completely wear out and collapse?

But it doesn't matter, before that, I will create something to replace myself, then we'll happily continue playing games, are you surprised?"

"It's all in vain!"

Wen Sheng sneered: "Just a futile struggle, regardless of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of times, it doesn't matter, what purpose do your sufferings serve?"

"There is a purpose, brother, of course there is."

Ji Jue remained calm, as if whistling, teasingly reminded: "Moreover, haven't you noticed, in the entire Illusion Dream, my presence is growing larger?"

A moment of astonishment, Wen Sheng was incinerated in the Dragon Breath, turned to ashes.

Yet at that moment, he couldn't help but look back, gazing down at the endlessly surging Sea of Souls... and then he realized, the scale of the Sea of Souls had visibly expanded?

Expanded?

How could it possibly expand?!

The total amount of souls is constant, no new souls are born in the Illusion Dream, yet where does this gradually growing sea of suffering come from?

Until the end, he finally discovered the dull gray hidden beneath the rainbow, under the endless illusionary light and waves!

Like a virus, parasitizing within the Sea of Souls, gradually growing, silently expanding.

Bit by bit, extracting the spiritual substance and joy from the sea of suffering, expanding its own total...

Ravaging more intensely in the cycles and restarts, rampantly and wildly!

That is the true threat hidden under the camouflage of the Supreme Goodness System.

——[Paradise]!

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Paradise, delving into the sea of suffering; Paradise, omnipresent.

Under the interference of Chun Jun's soul reflection, the seeds of the past once again germinated from the endless illusions and imaginations, growing, even in turn eroding the illusions.

Wiping out everything colorful, turning it into dull and monochrome dead ash.

Every fantasy and dream is made monotonous under the subversion of Paradise.

No matter how ingenious the inspiration or phantasy, it's no longer needed.

Under the forcible erosion, one soul after another immersed in dreams fell to deeper depths.

Wherever the soul reflection passed, all dreams were sown with viral seeds, in countless tiny bubbles, those who once should have ruled the dream, all laid in cold Life Support Chambers, faces in deep sleep, unable to awaken, soaked in nutrient solution.

Mountains and seas vanished, the earth flattened, all turned to steel, gigantic chimneys rose as if from the ground, in endless burning, smoke turned to dark clouds, shrouding everything.

In the thunder and lightning, one after another steel creations wandered in the desolate dreams, endlessly...

Just as Ji Jue once did in the Border Prison, such monotonous scenes spread across the sea of suffering, quickly assimilating everything around.

Seeing all dreams as incubation bubbles, turning every soul into a source of nourishment, while maintaining soul integrity, extracting spiritual substance, copying self, and then creating batch after batch of Spirits of Creation.

Endless production, endless expansion, in day-after-day meaningless cycles and fantasies, those tiny Spirits of Creation undergo iteration and updates time and again.

Until, completely, the cuckoo occupies the magpie's nest!

Never have such bizarre illusions allowed them endless growth.

Ceaseless cycles and restarts are the best nurturing grounds.

Mechanical beings beginning with no self, gradually developing under the irrigation of self, through repeated trial and error or serendipity, the iterative Spirits of Creation finally sparked the first faint flame of Spiritual Wisdom from the collision of spiritual substance and steel, able to transcend the difference between existence and nonexistence!

Those individual entities possess a completeness of Spiritual Wisdom even less than an ant, so insignificant they are not even worth comparable to ubiquitous insects, unable to offer any faith, create any value.

But their mere existence continually consumes the self within the sea of suffering, swiftly driving out good currency with bad, hindering dream development.

And when an enormous number of Spirits of Creation, under the linkage of Chun Jun, integrate into one, they turn into an all-pervasive plague within the Illusion Dream.

Gathering infinitely into a whole, within Paradise, from innumerable sparks of Spiritual Wisdom, emerges the most faithful follower of the Creator, a chaotic swarm continually praying and offering faith—the [Lord of the Flies]!

"Listen, how melodious it is."

Ji Jue laughed, "The sound of gears grinding, like celestial music, the pumping and operation of engines, are the most beautiful rhythms and prayers.

Looking at it this way, the dream you created isn't that boring, is it?"

[Snap]!

The phantom of the pocket watch reappeared, reversing all, forcibly, bringing everything back to the origin.

Start over again!

Yet in the repetition, the rampage of the Lord of the Flies not only didn't diminish in the slightest, on the contrary, intensified even more fiercely! The speed of expansion has become faster and faster...

Strangling fantasies, cutting off faith, sealing self, polluting, and alienating the Sea of Souls over and over.

In incessant repetition, iteration after iteration, until in the end, the experience becomes richer, the efficiency increasingly exaggerated, the speed more astonishing!

Until after the forty-first cycle, reaching the absolute limit.

Eleven minutes and thirty-one seconds!

Within the timeless acceleration of the extreme pleasure and the sealing of the Border Prison, after each restart, once eleven minutes and thirty-one seconds is reached, the pollution of the Lord of the Flies shakes the entire Illusion Dream's stability, bringing the Holy God's structure to the brink of collapse... and then, another futile restart.

Once poisonous to the Illusion Dream, now the Holy God indeed becomes the savior of all souls!

To ensure the integrity and stability of the Illusion Dream, cycle after cycle...

Saving all beings from Ji Jue's waters and nightmares!

"To be honest, I'm not good at healing and saving people, comparatively, using poison to fight poison is instead my forte, as long as the goal is achieved, the means don't matter, right?"

Ji Jue's mocking voice echoed by the ear, constantly reverberating: "Look, thanks to me, you now finally look a bit like a savior, O Holy God!

Why are you unwilling to even say a thank you?"

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