Earlier, he casually pulled out Wen Sheng's 'spoils of war' from the Spiritual Body, at the sa ti, it was also the 'culprit' that dragged him into this Illusion Dream.
An... 'Administrator account'?!
In a mont of sudden realization, he couldn't help but laugh again, understanding Wen Sheng's guarded and helpless hatred towards him.
Because Non-Attack had suddenly exerted power beyond expectations, pulling out part of the authority from the Huangliang Remains!
Thus, a single-player ga originally full of cheats suddenly beca an online match, introducing an uninvited player into this Illusion Dream ant to be guided by a divine being!
[Player 2].
No wonder Sky City was so carefully guarded, preferring to silence people rather than letting Ji Jue's power develop. His re existence posed an undeniable threat to the almighty Holy God!
"If the Holy God's authority is built upon consensus, doesn't that an..."
Bao Dacai seemingly understood, slapped his head and his eyes lit up: "Eh? I have a good idea!"
Ji Jue remained silent.
Looking back at him.
In the silence, two gazes intersected, one cheerful and light, the other gradually cold, even fierce with a hint of killing intent.
Ji Jue laughed, reminding: "Old Bao, so ideas, I suggest, are better left unmade."
"Ah, as people get older, they beco forgetful; you see, what did I just think of?" Old Bao shrugged, lanting: "The words were at the tip of my tongue, but I forgot! Eh? What were we talking about again?"
"About your lousy idea."
Ji Jue showed no rcy, warning again: "I know your Nirvana ways are wild, but so words are best left unsaid."
No, it's actually unnecessary to even speak them.
In the mont of eye contact, the consensus and moral compass from the craftsman, even nonexistent qualities, accurately conveyed each other's intentions.
A good idea or a lousy idea, in essence, they were the best problem-solving thods, the most suitable approach for them, a clever strategy to resolve issues swiftly.
The dream of Huangliang, the position of the Holy God, the glory of the order, the loftiness of the Saint, the mightiness of the Angel... all these were composed of everyone's prayers.
This ans that simply by killing everyone, this Illusion Dream would collapse on its own!
But, no.
Even if most people here are in the late stage of dream sickness, beyond saving, with decaying corpses, this is just the final soul-gathered Dream Shadow.
But, no.
From the very beginning, when Ji Jue realized this key, he threw it to the back of his mind.
Otherwise, why would he need Bao Dacai's reminder?
He had simpler thods, countless ones...
His experiences through Absolute Abyss, Zhi Fu, Slaughter, the tower and the wolf, what Ji Jue had learned along the way, were precisely born for this.
He could create threats far stronger than the Spirit Plague, doing it even better than Wen Sheng, perhaps a hundred thousand tis better!
In fact, he didn't even need to kill them all.
According to his instinctual calculations, just killing one-third would irreversibly crack the foundation of the dream, killing half would throw everything into chaos.
Killing three-fifths, and the illusion would self-destruct.
But, no!
Stop blabbering! No ans no!
Otherwise, before killing the first person, he would first kill his past self.
If everything were simple and easy, why would Ji Jue suffer until now? There were too many easy choices, any one of which would allow him to live a free and smooth life, without seeking trouble or tornt.
He didn't want to bow to Jian Yuan, didn't want to acknowledge Lu Changsheng's ambition, didn't want to beco a Puppet or lackey of the Seeder, and didn't want to beco the kind of person he despised.
So mistakes, once made, can never be undone.
"Is this your craftsman addiction acting up?"
Bao Dacai chuckled: "Do you want to compete on the sa track as the Holy God?"
"Why compete on the sa track?"
Ji Jue abruptly rebutted: "Why is faith necessary?"
At this mont, he raised his hand again, clutched the gray-black extending from outside the camp, sneered: "If prayer works, then shouldn't curses and resentnt also work the sa?"
If faith can't be obtained, then let them fear!
Confidence and hope are too weak and small, needing long periods of cultivation often yielding disappointing results.
But despair and fear are not like that.
Too easy.
Ji Jue was already familiar with it.
Now, with Huangliang Remains authority in hand, the fear and hatred of others could also enhance the ability Ji Jue awakened, and the ability he awakened... was to transform and convert everything, including the results ford by the Holy God's faith!
"We don't need to seize the faith of the Holy God, just make the Hell they created more terrifying and stronger than Heaven, that's enough!"
Silence.
In the long silence, Bao Dacai's expression changed.
It was hard to describe, whether it was disappointnt or surprise, a mix of anings blended together, hardly concealing confusion and bewildernt—unclear where things went wrong.
Is it that I opened it incorrectly?
Marvelous Alchemy favors stories, loves unfolding everything happening on this illusory stage. Through nurous probes, he thought he saw an unrestrained craftsman liberated in nature, or a hero overhauling and recreating everything.
But neither was true; neither side was taken; it was better and worse than both sides.
Clearly resorting to all ans but still imprisoned oneself. Clearly wanting to overturn the so-called Heaven and redeem everything, yet wanting to achieve it by creating Hell...
He scratched his head with few remaining hairs, sighed bitterly: "Sotis, it's hard to tell the difference between you and the Holy God."
"Difference? Of course, there is."
Ji Jue answered without hesitation, "At least, I'm not interested in their dreams."
... Even his own dreams are abandoned like old shoes, right?
This line, the old man never spoke until their final farewell.
Clearly holding good affinity with Marvelous Alchemy and seeing through the nature of 'hats' at a glance, yet completely devoid of corresponding affinity?
It's utterly ridiculous.
Heart Core, ether, and Mirror never favored you, perhaps because—you never looked towards such a path even once?
No, to say it accurately, from the very start, deliberately turned your back on it!
"Is there really anyone in this world who doesn't allow themselves to dream?"
The old craftsman gazed at the receding figure, pityingly sighed.
Clearly your dream is chasing you from behind... why not just turn around and look?
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