Chapter 1341

"So if you want to kill me, you have to destroy this world," Qi Xia said again. "This world carries my former will; it was built with the obsession of 'killing you,' so you will feel a tremendous killing intent from the entire world."

Tian Long slowly stood up, looking at Qi Xia in disbelief.

Even though Tian Long's thinking far surpassed that of ordinary people, he still couldn't comprehend the meaning of those words at that moment.

"A world built just to 'kill me'...?"

Qi Xia didn't respond. He stood up and walked away without looking back, leaving Tian Long utterly confused and with no choice but to follow.

The two of them crossed nearly the entire amusement park and arrived at a massive structure that resembled a theater, made entirely of flesh and blood.

The building had a round body with thick walls, like a giant frog crouching on the ground, its maw wide open as if waiting for someone to enter.

"For a long time, I came here every day," Qi Xia said, gazing up at the enormous flesh structure.

"How long... exactly?"

"I don't remember," Qi Xia replied. "Maybe tens of thousands of days."

"Tens of thousands... days?" Tian Long still felt like Qi Xia had gone mad. "Bai Yang... you..."

Qi Xia ignored Tian Long and led him through the entrance of the building. Inside was a narrow, pitch-black corridor, like the throat of some massive beast.

After passing through the corridor made of flesh, they emerged into a vast, blood-red open space. The entire structure pulsed slowly, as if they were inside the belly of a giant monster.

Upon seeing the area, Tian Long noticed that the small blood-flesh plaza was covered in battle scars. Countless wounds were deeply embedded in the fleshy walls, healing only to be torn open again, then scarring over repeatedly, as if it had endured a slaughter involving tens of thousands of people over several years.

In the center of the plaza, a person sat in meditation, but he had no face.

A few seconds later, Tian Long realized something was off. The person's clothing and hair color were identical to his own, and even on that bare face, around the spot where the brow should be, there was a faint cinnabar mark.

"What... is this... thing?" Tian Long asked in disbelief.

"It's the you I created," Qi Xia answered truthfully. "For tens of thousands of days, I fought you here every day."

Hearing this, Tian Long felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't know how to respond. The situation in this world seemed even more complex than he had imagined.

"Do you remember?" Qi Xia said calmly. "When you first fought me, you asked about that."

Tian Long paused, recalling the moment. During their first encounter, he had asked Bai Yang,

"Your inner world was only created a day ago, yet you look as if you've been fighting like this for years."

"You were half right back then," Qi Xia said. "The fighting wasn't for years—it was for decades."

Qi Xia slowly stepped forward, and the distant "Tian Long" seemed to sense something. He lifted his head, stood up, and assumed a combat stance.

He said nothing, merely standing with his hands behind his back.

"He mimics the fighting style of the Tian Long in my mind," Qi Xia explained. "But the 'Xianfa' he releases is still made of flesh and blood."

Tian Long stared at the figure, feeling a coldness spread through his entire body.

"This is the image of 'Tian Long' in my memory," Qi Xia said with a smile. "Unfortunately, after fighting him for so long, you've lost your face in my mind. Every time I try to recall what you look like, all I see is this faceless monster."

"No wonder when I appeared in your dream... I had no face?" Tian Long hesitated, still feeling unsettled. "But where did you get decades of time...?"

Qi Xia turned back, looking at him with a neutral expression. "Tian Long, do you want to hear a story?"

"What... kind of story?"

"A story about 'Yongheng'."

Tian Long was silent for a long time before finally nodding. "Alright."

"Telling this story might take as long as 'Yongheng' itself."

Tian Long's face showed a flicker of hesitation, but in this place where he had no power to resist, what other way could he escape?

He couldn't kill Qi Xia, and he couldn't get out.

"A story... that spans 'Yongheng'?"

"Maybe it's not truly 'Yongheng'—time has an end," Qi Xia shook his head. "But to someone like me, an ordinary person, it's already as good as 'Yongheng'."

Qi Xia walked slowly forward, and suddenly a rift opened beneath the faceless Tian Long's feet, swallowing his strange form.

Then Qi Xia sat down on the spot, crossing his legs and facing the place where the faceless Tian Long had vanished.

He seemed to have no fighting intent from the beginning. Tian Long felt like he was facing something unknown.

"Tian Long, if you want to know the truth here, then enter the dream of this entire world."

"What...?"

"If you want to know where this place is, how to escape, why you lost, what 'Yongheng' is... then enter the dream of this world," Qi Xia said. "The whole world is a massive living entity, and its dream contains all my memories, including that story about 'Yongheng'."

The inside of the building was as quiet as if time had stopped, with only the pulsing heartbeat of the world audible.

To know everything... he had to enter the dream of the entire world?

"Or perhaps..." Qi Xia hesitated for a moment, "after you've experienced 'Yongheng,' you'll understand what a 'god' is."

Qi Xia's final words struck a chord in Tian Long, making his face even more hesitant.

"Bai Yang, if I enter this dream, can I wake up again?"

"You'll wake up after 'Yongheng'," Qi Xia replied. "For you, it might be better to stay asleep forever."

Tian Long was silent for a while, then slowly walked over to Qi Xia and sat down cross-legged.

The two sat facing each other, a few meters apart, creating a strangely eerie scene of discussion.

"If I go through 'Yongheng,' what about you?"

Qi Xia slowly closed his eyes. "I'll wait for you right here."

Tian Long thought for a long time, took a deep breath, and used his final "belief" to activate "Rumen."

The moment "Rumen" was activated, he finally felt that familiar sensation.

The world he was in was indeed real, and the ground beneath his feet truly had dreams.

Bai Yang hadn't lied.

In a daze, Tian Long realized he had become Bai Yang—or more precisely, Qi Xia.

He was back in "Taoyuan."

He was leading a group of "participants" in rebellion... against Tian Long?

Yes, he wasn't Tian Long anymore. At that moment, he was Qi Xia.

This dream segment didn't start from the origins of "Taoyuan"; instead, it began on the final day of the full rebellion.

Such a brief day... how could it relate to "Yongheng"?

"Is this just the memory from earlier?" Tian Long murmured to himself.

"No, it isn't," Qi Xia's voice echoed from the distance.

Tian Long was startled, then chuckled lightly. "You can hear me?"

"That's right, I told you—this world is me."