Chapter 1325

If Qiao Jiajin and Zhang Shan couldn't defeat Qinglong, then how could they possibly reach Tianlong safely and touch him right under Qinglong's watchful eyes?

"You are hesitating," Qixia said. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, I have no confidence," Chutianqiu replied. "Even Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin couldn't gain any advantage against Qinglong. What makes you think the two of us have much of a chance to get to Tianlong unharmed?"

"The two of us...?" Qixia shook his head after hearing that. "Chutianqiu, only you."

"Only me...?"

"I just need to fall asleep to see Tianlong, so there's no reason for me to go through this door," Qixia said. "You figure out how to survive, then touch Tianlong. I'll wait for you in the dream."

Chutianqiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Qixia, feeling that Qixia was hiding something from him. At a time like this... suddenly announcing he wouldn't enter the door was just too suspicious, no matter how he thought about it.

"Chutianqiu... we only have this one chance," Qixia said in a very soft voice. "Everyone has risked their lives to get to this moment, all so you can invade Tianlong's dream. That's why the 'Heavenly Level' ones were cleared for you, the 'ants' were freed for you, and the 'door' was created for you..."

"Hold on, you sound delirious... Qixia... what kind of nonsense is this?" Chutianqiu said with a hint of anger. "At this critical moment, you're telling me that everyone's efforts were all for me?"

"That's right."

"This was clearly your plan. I don't even know what to do once I enter Tianlong's dream. Are you trying to wash your hands of it at the last second?" For the first time, Chutianqiu showed complete distrust in Qixia's actions.

Qixia's condition seemed increasingly abnormal. If he made a wrong choice in his confused state, everything they had worked for would be for nothing.

"I've told you before," Qixia shook his head. "We need to create a crack in Tianlong's dream... that's our plan..."

"You call that a 'plan'?" Chutianqiu stepped forward, standing face-to-face with Qixia. "We have no idea what's in the dream or who's there... How exactly are we supposed to create a crack in it?"

"It's fine, I-I'll figure it out..." Qixia answered a bit woodenly.

"You..."

"I'll figure it out... with me here, there will be a way..." Qixia repeated. "Chutianqiu, there will be a way..."

Chutianqiu looked at Qixia's body, covered in old and new wounds, almost tortured beyond recognition, and for a moment, he was speechless.

Would Qixia really come up with a way to create a crack in Tianlong's dream...?

"Chutianqiu, go through the door once you're ready," Qixia said. "Everything's in your hands now. Remember, even if you die, you have to touch Tianlong..."

Chutianqiu felt he had never hesitated like this in his entire life.

Because Qixia didn't seem confident at all; instead, he seemed chaotic. He kept repeating "even if you die, you have to touch Tianlong," and that was the entirety of his plan.

"The dawn is coming..." Qixia slowly smiled, a strange expression on his face. "Chutianqiu... we're almost out of time... maybe in a few minutes, or the next second?"

Chutianqiu stared at the door in front of him, his expression too complex to describe.

"Won't you give it a try...?" Qixia said again. "Now, the only thing between us and our final success... is one wooden door."

Chutianqiu turned to look at Qixia, thought for a few seconds, and then asked: "Qixia, where will you fall asleep?"

Qixia extended a finger and pointed slowly at the floor beneath his feet: "Right here."

"Entering the dream from outside Tianlong's room, separated by just one door...?"

"Yes," Qixia replied. "The rest... is up to you."

After saying that, Qixia stepped back, leaving the door for Chutianqiu.

Tiantian watched the two of them with such complicated expressions and didn't know what to do, so she just stayed silent on the side.

Chutianqiu knew he had no real choice. If he gave up now, he couldn't face the people of "Ti Tang Kou" who had died, nor could he face Wenqiaoyun.

Those people hadn't even gotten the chance to board, they had just placed their last hope on him.

All the deaths were for the sake of survival, all the despair was to hold onto that final glimmer of hope. But now?

To stand here, people had already lost so much.

Whether his own life would be lost here... didn't seem to matter anymore.

"Qixia..." Chutianqiu said, head lowered, as he slowly approached the door. "Once I go through this door, everything I've done in the 'Zhongyan Zhidi' will be something I can face without regret."

"Is that so?"

"What about you?"

With an expression of extreme sorrow, Chutianqiu looked into Qixia's grayish eyes and repeated: "Qixia, can you face it without regret?"

Qixia remained expressionless the whole time. He didn't answer Chutianqiu's question, only after a long silence, he said:

"Chutianqiu, good night."

Hearing that indifferent response, Chutianqiu's expression shifted from extreme sorrow to calm, and finally to a bitter smile: "Qixia... you liar..."

He took several eyeballs from his coat and gripped them in his hand, then popped them into his mouth one by one.

No matter what abilities they held, he needed those eyeballs to drive himself into greater madness, so he could unleash the ultimate "dream entry."

Chutianqiu's eyes gradually turned blood red, and his hair began to float slowly, an eerie and complex aura emerging around him, making him seem, in that instant, no longer human.

"I'll scout this path," Chutianqiu said in a hoarse voice. "Now that it's come to this, I'll carry the hopes of the others, even if it means my death."

With that, he mimicked Qixia, using a piece of wood to turn the handle, and stepped through the door without looking back.

Now, in that room with no way out, only Qixia and Tiantian remained.

"Qixia..." Tiantian felt her condition had improved a bit, so she said, "Weren't you saying you still needed a small favor from me...?"

"Yes," Qixia nodded. "I need a small knife for self-defense. Can you make one?"

Tiantian paused for a moment: "I should be able to... any specific requirements?"

"The sharper the better, and it should kill painlessly."

"Oh..." Tiantian agreed. "I'll do my best."

Tiantian looked around but found no decent materials, so she picked up a piece of broken wood, focused her will, and kept compressing it to increase its density. Then she sharpened the edges, creating an extremely hard wooden knife in her hand.

Without a second thought, she handed the sharp wooden knife to Qixia, but the next second, she felt something was off.

They were entering a dream, after all. Why would they need a knife for self-defense in a dream...?

Qixia took the knife, his face expressionless, and said:

"Zhang Lijuan, good night."