"Neither the lting Furnace nor refining is needed."
Ji Jue walked towards the dissection table, taking control of everything, and finally pulled out the rciful Bone Knife, aid it at his own head, and decisively stabbed!
Since I can't figure it out, let's just tear it apart completely and see!
Blood flowed, gushing out from the wound, then stagnating in place, under the control of the Non-Aggression Hand, the skull was effortlessly opened.
Ji Jue stared at the brain lobes in the mirrored reflection, his fingers sweeping inch by inch, scrutinizing carefully, finding no trace of anomalies, then, probing deeper...
The Bone Knife decisively chopped down.
Comnce slicing.
Soon, the brain tissue was thoroughly screened, reassembled, Ji Jue controlling the chanical arm, he sliced open the chest, exposing the skeleton, and even the beating heart.
Heart inspection complete, functioning normally, beginning examination of other internal organs.
Just like this, from head to toe.
Then imdiately, the soul manifested, a sharp rcury Blade glinting softly, dissecting the Matrix, stripping the blessing, then carefully examining each strand of spiritual substance.
The prolonged examination lasted for an unknown amount of ti.
Until the pain gradually grew numb.
Finally, reached a conclusion.
Mind is normal, consciousness normal, perception normal, no dislocation, no distortion, body, brain, blessing, Matrix soul, all normal.
Everything seems like truth, flawless.
Perhaps, am I just scared of my own shadow?
Are you really the only normal one? Didn't the old Heavenly Furnace monitor the entire process? Surely he didn't miss anything, did he?
Perhaps, he's just too tired, nerves too taut, needs so ti to rest, and relax a bit with friends. Have so drinks, take a nap, accompany the lazy senior sister watching variety shows for a few days.
Perhaps, there really is sothing wrong with him.
Or perhaps...
There's only one remaining possibility.
"The problem isn't with at all."
Ji Jue lifted his head, looking out at everything shrouded by a storm outside the window, resolutely drawing a conclusion:
"—From the very beginning, this world has been fake!"
Snap!
As if a subtle cracking sound arose.
In a daze, deep within the soul, an insignia that seed as epheral as a bubble erged silently for a mont, then vanished without a trace.
He remains slumbering in this self-spun cocoon...
Beyond the bubble, there are more bubbles, outside the Illusion Dream, still more Illusion Dreams.
.
At this mont, Punabantu.
In the twisted Demon Realm, there were no fleets, no Dragon skeletons, no outsiders.
Only endless mists surged like tides.
Rotting carcasses floated and sank in the sea, rising and falling, singing high, swaying towards the desolate island, endlessly, countless souls and consciousnesses of dream-loss syndro victims drifted along with the call, swaying towards.
Among those deceased souls, brilliant butterflies unfurled their wings, rising, dancing, flitting over the desolated island and the reefs.
On the desolate island, in the midst of the ruined city, that tower no longer resembled its forr self, one distorted branch after another extended out like bones, transforming into a withered, nacing giant tree.
Countless roots extended out from the desolate island, entangled with the gathered corpses, greedily extracting souls and Illusion Dreams, on and on without end.
A vast black serpent coiled upon the giant tree, flesh silently writhing, gradually rging into one with the giant tree.
Huangliang's Legacy had long since awoken.
The once-multi-faceted Paradise had already reappeared in the present world, greedily amassing every Illusion Dream and imagination, reconstructing it once more. And beneath the tree roots, within one after another crystal clear dream that seed like bubbles, countless oblivious souls indulged within, unable to extricate themselves.
In this never-ending long night, the endless Illusion Dream began long ago!
In the sky above, Wen Zheng quietly surveyed all of this, still smiling.
What a beautiful view.
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