Chapter 1336

Seeing Tian Long's silence, Qing Long spoke again softly: "Tian Long... your condition really isn't right... Don't you really want to rest?"

Hearing this, the confusion on Tian Long's face turned to anger:

"You're messing with me... What is this place...?"

With a face full of rage, Tian Long took a step towards Qing Long, one step at a time. Although he had a vague guess, he still refused to believe it.

"This is our 'Tao Yuan'... and the 'train' that carries hope..." Qing Long replied. "Tian Long... you're tired."

Tian Long reached Qing Long and reached out to grab his collar unsteadily, but Qing Long took a step back, moving out of his reach.

"You won't even let me touch you..." Tian Long gritted his teeth. "You have no connection to this world at all... No one can see you, and you can't affect anything here... When you put your hand on my shoulder, it felt as light as paper... You're afraid to touch anything in this world... You..."

Tian Long looked as if he wanted to charge forward and kill the Qing Long in front of him, but his strength was almost depleted.

"You're truly exhausted..." Qing Long said expressionlessly. "Isn't it time to rest?"

"Heaven... Heaven She..." Tian Long turned his head, trembling as he spoke to someone nearby. "Take him down... He's a fake... Heaven She..."

But where was Heaven She in this room?

Heaven Zhu was standing nearby, holding his own head in his arms, and the head in his grip kept showing a bitter smile: "Tian Long... but I've tried... I can't kill Qing Long..."

"Heaven Zhu... you..."

"Why do you two have to drag me into your fight?" the head in Heaven Zhu's arms said with a miserable laugh. "I just want to live... I just want to escape... Why won't you give me a chance to survive?"

"No... Heaven Zhu... you're dead..." Tian Long said with a wooden expression. "You're clearly dead..."

"I'm dead. But who killed me... Was it you... or 'Tao Yuan'... or Qing Long?"

"He's not Qing Long..." Tian Long took another step forward, feeling a tightness in his chest again. "This isn't 'Tao Yuan'... This is..."

Even though his mind was in chaos, his "belief" was unstable, and his breathing was difficult, Tian Long still managed to stammer out his suspicion:

"...My... dream...?"

"You are indeed a formidable person." Qing Long nodded. "To realize in your own dream that it is a dream... That is already ahead of many people. It seems you won't just quietly go to sleep."

"If I fall asleep now... wouldn't that be playing right into your hands..."

Tian Long clutched his chest, feeling his breath about to stop. Even if he had discovered this was a dream... what was happening in the "reality" outside?

"Tian Long..." Qing Long smiled faintly and patted his own chest, asking in a low voice, "We're both on the verge of becoming 'gods,' yet we still instinctively want to breathe, don't we?"

Tian Long clutched his chest and asked in a low voice: "How did you manage to turn into someone else in my dream...?"

Qing Long said softly: "Tian Long, when you first 'woke up'... what were the only three things you remembered?"

Tian Long froze at the question, then carefully recalled.

When he first 'woke up,' other than the meaningless words of the rebels, the only three things he could remember were:

"I am Qing Long."

This phrase was repeated three times, deeply imprinted in his memory.

After those three phrases, the blurry figure before him gradually transformed into Qing Long.

"So, I am Qing Long." Qing Long pointed to the wound on his forehead. "I fought to the last moment at the 'Che Tou,' leaving scars all over. Isn't that right?"

"You're manipulating my subconscious..." Tian Long felt that he had been schemed against from the beginning. "At the 'Che Tou,' under the tree, in front of the throne—the only one who could fight the 'rebels' is Qing Long... You're taking the opportunity to disrupt my perception..."

"Isn't that your favorite tactic?" Qing Long raised an eyebrow. "Meddling in someone else's dream, where no matter how illogical things are, the dreamer thinks it's normal. It's just that your 'belief' is too strong, and your rationality is starting to fade, dragging the dream into collapse."

Tian Long summoned his strength and stepped forward: "Take off your mask... Let me see your face..."

"Do you want to see my face?" Qing Long slowly backed towards the door.

As he retreated step by step, the entire scene began to crumble.

"Tian Long." Qing Long chuckled lightly at that moment. "Come find me. I'll grant you a defeat."

"Where... where am I supposed to find you...?"

"The old place." Qing Long said, "Everyone in the 'Zhong Yan Zhi Di' is the same! As long as you long for it, you will meet... right?"

With that, he stepped out of the room into the hallway, where his figure twisted in place and vanished.

In the haze, Tian Long heard a voice from outside the door: "I can't get away, so you hurry and go."

Before Tian Long could react, the entire room started to crack extensively. Beside him, Heaven Zhu turned into a pool of blood under his very eyes, spilling into the void.

Tian Long immediately used "滞空" to hover in place, watching as the floor beneath his feet and the walls around him collapsed and shattered.

This was the first time he had witnessed the space he was in crumbling apart, and a sense of fear—utterly beyond his control—began to rise in his heart.

Where was this?

How could he get out?

A few seconds later, all Tian Long could see was a lone door floating in the empty air, with everything else around it pitch black.

The scene inside the door was also rapidly collapsing, revealing strange colors.

In disbelief, Tian Long stepped into the void and approached the door.

This was his first encounter with the fear of the unknown—what was waiting for him inside the door?

What was the "old place"?

At that moment, he felt a faint pain spreading through his body, and his breathing became even more labored than before.

He hesitated slightly, then stepped through the door, only to discover that outside was a familiar room.

Familiar furniture, familiar decor.

Outside the window was still the familiar world of flesh and blood.

Here... was Bai Yang's home in reality?

Countless questions bombarded Tian Long's already muddled mind, stirring his thoughts into a whirlwind like a tornado.

When had the room at the 'Che Tou' started connecting to this room?

"Don't just stand there, have a seat."

A voice suddenly rang out behind Tian Long without warning, making him tremble slightly.

He turned around in bewilderment to see a girl in white clothes walking in from behind him. She was carrying two plastic bags, as if she had just returned from buying groceries.

"Xia told me we would have a distinguished guest today. Is it you?"

After speaking, she turned back on her own to close the door, cutting off all of Tian Long's escape routes.