Pop!

The sound of shattering echoed.

Just as he caught the small red ball, before he could even smile, a pitch-black spear pierced through his chest!

Behind Ji Jue, Wen Wen's exhausted figure suddenly disintegrated into phantom light.

Fake!

The real killing move was launched the instant the Shadow of the Holy God appeared—when Ji Jue proactively pulled Wen Wen behind him, the illusion had already flowed with Ji Jue's spiritual energy, covering her.

Since the Holy God was the imaginary enemy, there must have been a plan in place.

Preparation was essential for the craftsmen; it could be useless, but it was indispensable and must be backed up, even backed up again.

After continuous pressure and PUA, Qi Tan Old Deng, stressed and tormented, finally squeezed out some solid material—combining the tales of [Imaginary Friend] and [Doppelganger], creating a deceptive disguise!

Its function was simple: to leave all auras and spiritual changes in place, temporarily switching reality with illusion, turning oneself into an imaginary friend undetectable by others.

As long as one does not initiate an attack and the self left in place remains, the doppelganger state can be sustained.

When the Shadow of the Holy God's attention was completely drawn by the small red ball and all the giant eye's observations were focused on Ji Jue, Wen Wen had already quietly arrived behind him, leisurely finding the best angle to strike.

Then, without hesitation…

Backstab!

This time it's your turn, you scummy thing!

The gunpoint, after the golden paint peeled off, turned pitch black. The spiritual poison Ji Jue crafted to target faith and self-nature suddenly spread, freezing the Shadow of the Holy God's actions completely.

Similarly, it caused a terrible seam to appear on the giant eye blocking the third layer of Border Prison.

And Ji Jue had already arrived in front of it.

"I told you, you dropped something."

Ji Jue bent down, reshaped the small red ball from the flying ash on the ground, picked it up, wore it on his face, and admired it with appreciation:

"See, doesn't it look complete now?"

The Shadow of the Holy God remained silent.

The sound of cracking rang out, the splitting began, and fissures spread across his face. His expression twisted, finally showing a trace of anger.

A thoughtless desperate counterattack.

Using itself as a fuse to lead the blockade, completely detonating Border Prison!

Unfortunately, under Ji Jue's anticipated suppression, even a self-destructive strike could not succeed at all.

Moreover, just before that, that face had been completely smashed by a long-charged punch!

None of the desperate struggles, self-destructive counterattacks, mutually destructive considerations, and changes mattered in front of that seemingly crystal-sculpted palm, crushed to dust.

Only countless fragments rose into the air…

The collision between Ruins and Ascension ended with Ascension's shattering once again.

Wen Wen.

No, was it Wen Wen after all?

In a moment of bewilderment, Ji Jue saw the faintly emerged phantom behind her… the reflection formed by the soul's essence in the Illusion Dream.

It was as if endless ashes rose into the sky.

Flames raged, the earth crumbled, mountains swayed, and everything returned to Destruction, the cruel outline faintly sketched after all had fallen apart and overlapped.

When Wen Wen opened her eyes once again, the last trace of intoxication lingering in her gaze had disappeared.

It seemed like numerous harsh crystalline lights converged, reflecting all illusions through her pupils.

Within countless illusions of despair, resentment, hatred, and madness, those eyes showed no warmth or color, indifferently reflecting all false appearances.

As if viewing everything destined for destruction.

No familiar expression or warmth any longer.

After the brief glance at Jici Hospital, Ji Jue saw those eyes again.

But soon, all phantoms disappeared, as if they had never existed.

"What's wrong?"

She noticed Ji Jue's gaze, her mouth curling slightly into a playful smile that seemed so familiar, "Boy, you aren't the type interested in little girls, are you?

Then I must help you correct that."

Ji Jue pinched his chin, pondering for a moment, then suddenly asked, "If I'm interested in little girls, are you sure this isn't rewarding me?"

"..."

Wen Wen's eyes twitched slightly, suddenly wanting to punch this guy's dog head to pieces but worrying about actually rewarding him.

A glare.

Elbow!

So, Ji Jue also laughed amidst dodging and painful coughing.

Pretending not to notice the crystalline hand hidden behind her, evading sight.

At least this light-hearted anger was so vivid.

Sis Wen, you're not hiding anything from me, right?

If asked that, she'd probably say: No, what are you overthinking again?

Most likely, she'd joke with a one-third chance about telling him her measurements or roll her eyes, lamenting a normal person ruined by a craftsman; or one-third chance she'd change the topic or counterattack, asking if he had any hidden ghost intentions from her.

The probability of her speaking the truth was less than one percent.

Or one in ten thousand.

So he didn't ask.

After all, whether asked or not, it wouldn't change his plans and intentions.

"Then get ready to begin."

He walked forward, rolling up his sleeves.

Even though he could easily finish it with just a thought, he still unfolded the sleeves as usual, carefully rolling the loosened cuffs.

The width of each fold is about two knuckles' length, and it folds up three times, just below the elbow without being too tight or too loose, the delicate pressure already ingrained deep in the bones, intimately familiar.

In a brief moment, all distractions were completely discarded.

Focused and intent.

Overlooking the endless Sea of Chaos below, the radiant illusionary lights.

Ji Jue extended his hand...

In that instant, the Border Prison resounded!

The third layer suddenly exploded, the second layer collapsed with a crash, and the first layer trembled violently.

In the vast roar and the echoing thunder like a tsunami, the whole world seemed to lose gravity for an instant.

Flames no longer burned, and frost no longer bit.

Rocks softened like mud, and the earth writhed as if it were alive.

Whether sinners or heretics, or wailing believers on their knees, even the remaining angels, all floated in the air, witnessing the collapse and destruction.

Agape.

Unable to comprehend what exactly had happened.

They only saw boundless illusionary light rising from the deepest part of the Border Prison, breaking through the last constraints, erupting forth.

Like an endless flood, surging towards the Divine Country Paradise, the paths of illusionary light tracing magnificent and gorgeous trajectories like countless streaming ribbons.

Since creation, such a grand celestial phenomenon appeared for the first time in the whole Illusion Dream.

After the final shackles were undone, chaos, which dreamland should possess, rushed like an ocean to cover all beneath its shadows.

Bringing endless change and anomaly.

Causing the stable world to be in turmoil under the scouring of waves, with unprecedented earthquakes, torrential rain, and storms sweeping relentlessly.

And this, was just the beginning...

And in the Border Prison, the same upheaval abruptly ceased, followed by the return of Invisible hands that once again took control.

Encompassing all things, recreating everything!

Volcanoes, wastelands, cages, fortresses, shackles, gallows... all those dark and sinister things vanished, replaced by steel's cold brilliance surpassing all!

Countless massive machines rose and fell like mountains, assembling, with a torrent of spiritual transforming into rivers, and Spiritual Circuits sprouting and spreading like flora.

The change and shape of everything seemed to be at will.

As one pleases...

At the Gate of Border Prison, Old Deng, who had always been lazing around, opened his eyes and looked at the countless changes covering the Border Prison, estimated the scale, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Such an operation scale and precision, truly, is too outrageous, isn't it?!

Suddenly, a steel city rose from the Border Prison, even if many details were not yet perfected, just this terrifying scale of change and control power was enough to leave countless craftsmen astounded and ashamed.

Incomparable...

And in the grand resonates of world recreation, a familiar voice echoed in everyone's ears, pervading all.

So calmly, effortlessly dispelling all hesitation and unease, extinguishing the budding fear.

"Everyone—"

At the highest point of the Border Prison, a splendid light like a morning star fell, and a peaceful voice came from the deepest darkness, telling them: "Perhaps, Gods need Hell."

"Without Hell, there is no way to contrast the beauty of Heaven. Without suffering, no one would revere the majesty of the Church.

It is for this reason that Gods become fearful.

But what they fear is not the fall of Heaven, but Hell being taken from their hands!"

"After Heaven falls, it can still be rebuilt. If the mortal world is lost, it can still be destroyed. But once Hell is lost, where would such immense wickedness be found?

And how can one continue to be so high and mighty?"

Such firm words echoed throughout the Border Prison, even resonating through the surging Sea of Chaos into the so-called Divine Country Paradise.

Echoing before every blank or shocked face, no matter how high and intense the thunder of Sky City, it would not dispel, unable to interfere.

Questioning everyone:

"—But even so, should Hell exist?"

In the silence, no one responded, within the tremendous crashes of collapsing mountains and thundering skies, only mocking laughter resounded throughout the world.

The Border Prison resounded.

The last remaining silhouette from the past shattered, replaced by a brand new shape.

The huge outline projected into Paradise, like a scarlet giant star, slowly ascending the sky.

Illuminating everything in chaos once more!

"If humanity does not need Hell, then we will break the shackles here and achieve true liberation!"

"If humanity needs Hell, then we should be the true Gods!"

Ji Jue spread his hands, declaring to all the heretics and sinners looking up: "So, friends, what else have we to lose besides Hell?

Hell has fallen from the Gods' hands, and we will become kings ourselves!

No need to worry about the future, for tomorrow's labors are too remote; nor is there need to recall the past, for the sins of yesteryears have long been redeemed.

Just feel the hatred and wrath of the present!

This flame is in your hearts, in your hands!"

Like the laughter in a nightmare, it rose from the deepest part of Hell, spreading across the world, towards the sky, even shrouding Sky City in shadow, over every stunned and bewildered face.

"—One day, we shall cross this long road of nine days and nights, once more, at odds with the deities, waging war against all this, taking the flames of Hell, your flames, to Heaven above!"

The rampant laughter and proclamations rolled and echoed, difficult to disperse, resonating in every interval between thunder, never to be extinguished again.

And within the Border Prison, after a brief deathly silence, countless crimson eyes began to glow.

Fervent shouts, excited roars, reverent praises.

In the end, those voices gradually overlapped, becoming indelible, transforming into an eternal echo engraved within the steel of the Border Prison.

"Enemies of the Gods! Enemies of the Gods!! Enemies of the Gods!!!"

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