From the beginning to the end, Ji Jue never thought that Wen Sheng had never left.
And he was right nearby.
At this mont, when he noticed the signs manifesting everywhere in the Divine Country, Ji Jue finally realized with astonishnt where Wen Sheng ca from—every place, every corner within the entire Illusion Dream.
Even... within every person's soul.
Countless tiny, fragnted constructions, even microscopic lights too small to observe, bits and pieces of spiritual essence rising from each person's soul, operating grandly like stars, converging to form.
In the end, it constituted the existence of Wen Sheng, right before Ji Jue's eyes!
And before this, his soul probably had already scattered throughout the world...
Since the day the Holy God disappeared, he perhaps had already integrated into the entire Illusion Dream.
"So this is it, is it prayer?"
Ji Jue instantly understood, discerning the cause of this phenonon.
Just like the premise confird by Ji Jue and Old Deng—faith is mutual!
Just as believers connect with deities, deities equally connect with believers. And at the mont when all believers pray to the deity, this connection is already established.
Sacrificing their nature and faith, they equally gain the deity's nature and spiritual essence.
In ditation, a state of peaceful consciousness, souls without defenses opened in prayer, are like loose, nutrient-rich soil in a flower pot, ready for seeds to be sown.
From then on, it grows quietly, day by day...
At the mont of grasping this essence, Ji Jue couldn't hold back any longer, burst into laughter, doubling over, almost laughing to tears.
Too bizarre, too ridiculous!
Even he himself didn't expect that the Fallen Holy Seal he originally crafted simply to divide the trust between the cult and believers, to shake the opponent's foundation, would truly beco a major problem for Wen Sheng, causing him countless troubles!
The originally self-opening prayer, after being replaced by the Spirit of Creation, the seeds Wen Sheng sowed couldn't implant into the believers' souls at all... And yet, once the automatic prayer machine is worn, it operates automatically twenty-four hours, constantly reversing to shear Wen Sheng's spiritual essence through the link of faith.
Who knows how many spiritual fragnts were directly absorbed and burned to ashes!
It's almost like being slowly tortured, day and night in agony, yet too small to rebel, almost without resistance...
Existing within everyone's soul ans sharing all known and felt experiences with everyone, whether happiness or tornt, yet quietly enduring, with no possible resistance or shield.
Not just the luxury of Sky City, the devotion of Central City, and even the tornt and suffering of Border Prison...
Believers, Main Priests, sinners, heretics, fine wines, fierce fla burning, devout worship, ruthless torture, countless experiences of the world flood in, and that tiny, almost nonexistent self-nature can only passively experience it all, like a vegetable.
Even the existence of 'I' hovers between presence and absence.
Innurable tiny constructs rise and fall within the Illusion Dream, endlessly being born and perishing.
Silently, rooting and sprouting.
In other words, is the Faceless the true product?
After the host's self-nature and consciousness have been completely worn away, Wen Sheng's self-nature replaces and expands in the hollow soul.
Through a cultivation process akin to cloning and transplanting, step by step occupying another's nest, growing another self. A trivial investnt, a billionfold return!
Ji Jue never expected that the Vortex Planting thod was still exerting its power!
Though the structures are entirely different now, the theory and application co from the sa source, but the subject changed from life to soul, so does that an the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony is involved?
"No wonder it's called Ascension."
Ji Jue sincerely admired, even wanted to offer applause.
Putting aside the malice, such limitless determination and madness for sublimation and advancent... truly rare in the world.
To split oneself into countless parts ans first dismbering the soul, almost suicidal. And if that tiny, insignificant self-nature cannot bear the transformation and is completely extinguished, it undoubtedly represents one's own annihilation.
Even so, the countless pains and tortures to endure along the way, the risks and fears to face, are still innurable, and whether one can return from the divided state to aggregation, perhaps no one can say for sure.
Even within the Illusion Dream, the chance of success is still less than ten, no, one percent!
But now, when Wen Sheng appeared before Ji Jue, it ans... he has succeeded grandly, stepping on all the souls worn away, completing another leap!
"It's just re suffering, nothing worth ntioning, no worth bragging or showing off."
Even at this mont of Rebirth, Wen Sheng still showed no sign of pride, nor the previous cruel madness, calm as if brushing away a wisp of Dust.
Only a smile, with a hint of mockery.
"If I were to say, it was all thanks to your actions, Ji Jue..."
He sighed, "Under the catalyst of the conflict you brought, the circulation of souls was accelerated, the completion progress of the aggregation stage was advanced by twenty years, otherwise, how could I be so at ease?"
"In fairness, indeed."
Ji Jue nodded solemnly, "Then kneel and give a kowtow."
"..."
For a mont, Wen Sheng's smile froze, not expecting there was such a shaless creature under heaven.
Surely never witnessed the ethical disparity among the Ashes; never thought, even as unscrupulous as a craftsman, there can be such differences between individuals... The quality gap between so craftsn is greater than between humans and dogs.
Ji Jue wasn't intimidated at all!
Am I your benefactor?
Why don't you just say I'm your wild dad?!
From the mont he appeared, this dog was pretending, boasting right up to Ji Jue—Did he really think Ji Jue hadn't studied the Vortex Planting thod?
Lawrence's research materials are still stored in the Security Bureau's archives, Ji Jue can view them with the sa ease as looking at lewd pictures in a group chat.
Advancing by twenty years ans twenty years less of nurturing ti, twenty years less to develop!
Even if it's a successful aggregation, that's still a premature baby!
What are you pretending for?!
"The happy news is over, so why don't we talk about sothing unfortunate?"
Ji Jue seized the mont of his hesitation and inserted the topic: "How does it feel to see everything unrecognizable after you open your eyes?
At this point, even if you succeed, what's the use?"
Sky City is on the brink of collapse, countless believers are unanchored, everything has gone completely off track, and this is the ti you decide to sing about the return of the king, don't you need soone to humor your vanity?
"Perhaps, but doesn't the Holy God still exist?"
Wen Sheng, with an indifferent smile, rely waved his hand: "So-called divine power and faith are rely surfaces, just like the Illusion Dream at this mont.
No matter what happens in the dream, it ultimately is still the dream of the Holy God, and it doesn't even require much effort..."
The mont Wen Sheng waved his hand, the halted universe suddenly began to move again.
But, it was in reverse.
As if the rewind button was pressed, countless brick and rubble rose again, reforming into a resplendent elevation, countless ashes of angels reassembled, armored and fierce.
Effortlessly, everything was recreated.
Then, from the deepest part of the Border Prison ca the Paradise's lant—
The Supre Goodness System, which had filled the entire Illusion Dream, was again isolated, even compressed to the extre, forcibly shoved back into the Border Prison, completely sealed.
In the blink of an eye, all the results Ji Jue had obtained disappeared without a trace.
Back to the starting point.
And the initiator, calmly overlooking Ji Jue, still smiling: "See, restoring order, effortlessly."
"Is that so?"
Ji Jue glanced at that calm face, equally unwavering: "There's no one else here, so I'll say, don't force yourself.
Your words are grand, but in reality, you're about to burst, aren't you?"
Even if the Illusion Dream ultimately turns out to be epheral, to one illusion, other illusions are equally real. The terrifying size of the Supre Goodness System and all the souls it connects hold a crucial proportion within the imaginary construct of the Huangliang Remains.
Swallowing so much in one go, how could there be no cost?
"Perhaps not, if you don't believe , why not attack , Ji Jue?"
"Sa to you."
Ji Jue examined the opponent before him: "I'm also curious, after pretending for so long, what on earth is your ga?"
"Nothing at all, to put it bluntly... well, consider it my greeting to you upon our first eting, Ji Jue, I want to have a talk with you."
Wen Sheng strolled casually through the luxurious hall, saying: "To be honest, I admire you, for the sake of friends, you're actually willing to venture in here. Compassion is a virtue, worthy of respect.
To gain the recognition of the Huangliang Remains, such talent is truly astonishing, no, it should be said, is a genuine gem covered in dust, if developed and honed properly, you could surpass ?
But from start to finish, there's no irreconcilable grudge between us, is there? Why be so confrontational?
Even if your workshop suffered losses, I can provide other compensations, regardless of what other motives you harbor, or what feelings you still have for that creature, it doesn't matter to .
In fact, why not join forces with ?
I've already succeeded and don't want to take extra risks, if you're interested in these dreams, you're free to them, that monster... oh, Wen Wen can also be yours."
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A substantial question mark slowly floated above Ji Jue's head, continuously enlarging in his view, even turning upside down, flickering in various styles.
Expressing his confusion at this mont vividly.
"Emmmm..."
Ji Jue raised his hand, pointing to his forehead: "Putting aside whether to join forces, and even ignoring peaceful coexistence, but have you had your brain spoiled by prayers?"
Wen Sheng frowned, silent and puzzled.
And yet, seeing Ji Jue's serious face, confidently questioning:
"—On what grounds do you offer my things to ?"
"..."
Wen Sheng was silent, bewildered, confused, for the first ti feeling as if seeing a ghost, once again feeling the shalessness of Ji Jue.
Even the barking sounds so stirring...
Never mind what's going on with that Wen Wen woman, but how does this creature so naturally treat sothing belonging to soone else as its own?
Without even a hint of hesitation or sha!
"Truly, Ashes."
He sighed with regret, "Greed and arrogance aside, but this incomparably uncompromising pride, is truly... worth every penny."
Instantly, the world overturned.
All things toppled, under the will of the Holy God, everything in the Illusion Dream suddenly beca the ship on the sea, abruptly tilted, swayed, twisted, rolled.
The weight of all things converged towards the center!
The uncountable weight of souls crushed upon Ji Jue!
Like a mountain range.
No need for more words.
Then, since coexistence is impossible, let us be enemies, Ji Jue.
At the mont of determining the situation, Wen Sheng delivered a ruthless strike.
Between you and , by any ans, until death!
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