All Hells shall be incinerated in flames!

"Now, how do you feel, Saint?"

Ji Jue lowered his gaze, looking down at the Guardian Saint who had been reverted to his original form beneath his feet, flicked his fingers, and released the binds on his mouth: "Does the taste of bowing to heresy feel the same as when you bow to the Holy God?"

"Blasphemy! Arrogance! Ridiculous!!!"

The Guardian's body convulsed violently, struggling time and again, his eyes nearly bursting: "How can a humble rebel compare to the grandeur of the Holy God?! If you're going to kill, then kill—no need for more words!

Sooner or later, you all shall be burned to ashes by the Holy God's wrath, whereas my faith has long since attained eternity next to the Holy God!"

"Oh, really?"

Ji Jue laughed: "I don't think so."

Pop!

Just as Ji Jue extended his right hand again toward the Guardian, infinite darkness suddenly converged from the second layer of the Border Prison, dragging everything towards his palm.

Under the modification and rebirth of his two hands, the phenomenon known as the Lost Light Well was recreated in his hands, outlining a Mirror of Death Water formed purely from congealed darkness.

The darkness was silent, consuming all light.

Though it could hardly reflect the Guardian's distorted expression, it slowly drew close, inch by inch.

"Eternal? Only fools casually speak of so-called eternity, but that's okay, I'll give you this chance."

Ji Jue slowly let go of his hand, bidding farewell for the last time: "Let me see, whether the faith you're so proud of can withstand this test called 'eternity'?"

The Guardian froze, eyes wide, wanting to speak, but immediately, a clear sound as if something fell into water rang out.

The Guardian vanished.

Swallowed by darkness, he didn't even have time to struggle.

Only enough time to roar one last time.

The roar abruptly ceased.

In just a moment, everything was over.

Behind the shattered darkness, an emaciated body appeared.

Having endured infinite falls and voids, there was no longer anger or hatred, not even joy or delight.

Only a hollow emptiness, stunned beyond expression.

It even seemed to not understand what had happened at all, for a long, long time, trembling, trying to lift its head, a cracking sound erupted, rapidly spreading.

The excessively long time had already eroded everything.

In that expanse of pure void, all self and consciousness naturally vanished into ashes.

Even this final shell and vessel could no longer sustain.

Rapidly collapsing, it fell to the ground, leaving only a mound of pale ashes.

Yet, amidst these ashes, which grain is the true eternal faith?

It's truly hard to discern.

"It seems, there isn't any."

Ji Jue regretfully withdrew his gaze, stepped forward, and with a wave of his hand, the towering Holy Temple dissipated like a bubble, as if it had never existed.

The Holy Seal shattered, the altar collapsed.

A bizarre Holy Object like a nail or blade, under the pull of gravity, flew into Ji Jue's hands, and the moment he gripped it, he finally felt the third layer hidden beneath the second layer of the Border Prison!

The true Border Prison!

The order, no—the Holy God truly wanted to exclude from the Divine Country Paradise...

—the essence of this world!

"There's something wrong with this world."

During a casual chat in a workshop, Qi Tan Old Deng suddenly made such a bold claim while cracking seeds, drawing Ji Jue's curious admiration and applause.

"I see, so there's something wrong with this world. I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't said it!"

He rolled his eyes and retorted: "I want to ask, where is it right?"

"No, what you say is wrong is what you see compared to common sense. Immortality, divine lordship, order's rule, faith above all... things like that."

Bao Dacai grinned, and after selling enough suspense, he slowly said, "But what on earth is the essence of it all?"

"Isn't it just an Illusion Dream?" Ji Jue countered: "What else could it be?"

"Then, there's the question."

Bao Dacai spread his hands, curiously asking: "Have you ever seen a dream so orderly?"

Ji Jue was instantly stunned.

Silence.

"When a person dreams, they'll dream of random things. One moment it's doomsday, the next you're sweetly affectionate.

One second you're off to be a pirate king with everyone, then suddenly you have a Soul Cutting Blade in your arms, and when you head out to save a good friend, you might find you've ended up attacking Konoha.

Even a single person's dream is such a mess, utterly disorganized, let alone the dream of so many people?"

Bao Dacai slowly asked: "Dreams, distinguished from reality, are for their uncontrollable chaos and the possibility of anything happening, aren't they?

No matter how stable and firm common sense is, it's not really etched into the bones, memorized in the soul, perhaps even if you've died once before, it's still hard to forget, right?

Don't forget, Ji Jue, the kind of people who enter here... do you really think so many people have received conventional systematic education?"

"Why couldn't it be the Huangliang Remains' power?"

"Perhaps, but why?"

Bao Dacai questioned back: "After that ruler of Huaxu understood where his desires lay, he began to abandon reality, chasing dreams. Since he seeks joy in Illusion Dreams, he should also embrace chaos; why would he deliberately blur this difference between Illusion Dream and reality?

Even if it's… remnants, huh, even under control, it shouldn't be this unusual, right?"

A stable dream is inherently unreasonable.

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