Chapter 1347

Even Lian Tianlong had not expected that Qi Xia's all-in gamble, his utterly reckless actions, would actually receive approval.

This space had now officially become a complete world, connected by the Xuwu Kongjian.

"What kind of joke is this..." Lian Tianlong looked up and shouted toward the faint starlight in the sky, "Is this even considered a proper world? Have you all opened your eyes and looked carefully? This 'Creator' has deceived you! Everyone here except for him is fake!!"

But this time, the Tianping did not side with Lian Tianlong. In the next second, more stars surged forth in the sky.

Countless "doors" lit up at that moment, forming a vast river of stars.

Those stars blinked from thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away, gazing down upon this new, complete world.

Lian Tianlong could not help but smile bitterly at the sight.

What a terrifying god of deception?

He had brought two million faceless people and even deceived the laws of heaven and earth.

At that moment, Qi Xia lowered his head and reached down to tear open the "ground" beneath his feet, peering into the depths.

Beneath the ground, the starlight was still visible.

The world he had created was now completely surrounded by "doors."

A divine deception was thus fully accomplished.

"Bai Yang... how can you reverse time?" Lian Tianlong asked hoarsely, his eyes aged and weary. "Even if you are the 'Creator,' you only embody 'unceasing life,' but how can you control 'time'?"

"Tianlong, in the 'Taoyuan' that you control, people are time itself. If I can control people, I can control time."

"You..." Lian Tianlong felt utterly perplexed. He was not delighted by the sound of Qi Xia's voice reappearing; instead, he grew even more confused. "Bai Yang... why? Right now, you could go anywhere... so why return to 'Taoyuan' to reverse time?"

"Because I promised them." Qi Xia replied from the void, "I want to liberate everyone in the Zhongyan Zhidi, not just myself."

In that instant, Lian Tianlong felt a profound sense of helplessness, as if he finally understood everything.

Qi Xia had found a way to escape from this "Yongheng," but instead of fleeing to another space, he chose to return to "Taoyuan."

He was prepared to let all that had happened replay from the beginning, and for this single chance, he was willing to build an entire world.

And now...?

According to what he said, he had already succeeded.

He had fulfilled every promise; he had not deceived anyone.

But how had he done it?

No... the real issue was not that. Lian Tianlong knew full well that this "Yongheng" would ultimately lead to his own defeat, yet he was powerless to change it.

He could only watch as time ticked away second by second, heading toward his tragic end.

"Tianlong, what a insignificant dragon?" Qi Xia asked softly. "Have you ever, even for a second, considered the future of the masses?"

"I..."

"Have you ever, even for a second, endured the torment of 'Yongheng'?"

"I..."

"You and Qing Long are no different. You thrive on others' fear and worship, yet you give nothing in return. That means you never qualified to be gods in the first place."

As Qi Xia spoke, the countless stars in the sky burst forth with brilliant light once more.

Lian Tianlong gazed at this boundless world of flesh and blood, at the dazzling Milky Way above, and listened to Qi Xia's voice echoing from the void. His entire body began to tremble slightly.

This feeling was extraordinarily strange.

He felt as if he were being suppressed by some immense force.

It was like the suppression of "divinity."

The other possessed a "divinity" far more powerful than his own.

This sensation was something he had only experienced back when facing the "Master."

Only then did Lian Tianlong realize he could never win. He and Qi Xia had created an unbridgeable chasm in this "Yongheng."

In the time that followed, Qi Xia began summoning the specific "door" he desired amid the vast starry sky. He pursued that longed-for "door," but it was also a massive gamble.

He needed to convince his subconscious that what he truly wanted was not "escape," but to return to the "Zhongyan Zhidi."

Only by carrying the strongest longing for the "Zhongyan Zhidi" and the fiercest intent to kill Lian Tianlong could he successfully summon the "door" leading to "Taoyuan."

As expected, Qi Xia experienced many failures again.

But time meant nothing to him. He began traversing the infinite "Yongheng."

Even though his entire body was infused with divinity, he had no way to make his heart yearn for the "Zhongyan Zhidi."

That place was filled with slaughter, deception, and despair. Its sky was even redder than here, and its air reeked horribly.

The people he wanted to save were all guilty; he would have to fight countless monsters with his own flesh and blood.

Why yearn for such a world?

He mechanically and numbly summoned every "door" to his room, replacing the one on his room.

Each time the "door" opened, it revealed entirely new scenes—real mountains, rivers, seas, and bustling worlds full of people and traffic—but he destroyed every incorrect "door."

Perhaps, as he had once said, since he already knew the path to victory, there was no need to take shortcuts now.

Everything was for returning to "Taoyuan." He needed to open the door and witness the end.

Finally, on a certain day in "Yongheng," Qi Xia opened the door in front of him and found nothing but void outside.

A familiar, utterly empty void.

This was the "Third Station."

Qi Xia stared at the void for a long time, his eyes—like a stagnant pool—gradually lighting up as an idea struck him.

This time, he pondered longer than before, his expression more vivid than ever.

"I get it..." he murmured to himself, "I finally get it... The reason I couldn't summon the 'Zhongyan Zhidi' is because I didn't know how to win. But now I do..."

"You... know...?" Lian Tianlong struggled to muster his spirits, his face haggard as he looked at Qi Xia.

This was an incredibly complex emotion. He felt that escape from this "Yongheng" was finally in sight, but the method would lead to his complete defeat.

So, should he anticipate this plan alongside Qi Xia?

Why did just seeing the final day of the "rebellion" make this plan seem so brilliant?

If viewed from the beginning of "Yongheng," it wasn't just brilliant—it was "grand."

Perhaps his loss was not unjust. Someone had built an entire world in "Yongheng" just to kill him.

Once again defying Lian Tianlong's expectations, Qi Xia did not step into the "Third Station" in front of him.

Instead, he left that "door" in his home, carefully preserving it, and then began summoning the "Zhongyan Zhidi" anew.

As he said, he had truly thought of a way to "victory."

Now, he could summon a "door" back to the "Zhongyan Zhidi" without any reservations.

The time it took felt negligible to both Qi Xia and Lian Tianlong in the "Yongheng."

When that "door" opened, it led straight to the "Jile Qianzhuang."

This was the result of a joint gamble between Qi Xia and Bai Yang.

The two-sided door of the "Jile Qianzhuang" connected on one side to the "Train" and on the other to "Taoyuan."

This small, unassuming door had been crafted right under the noses of Qing Long and Lian Tianlong, using the "Qiaowu" from the "Chunneng" activated by Jin Sihou.

In this moment, that little door played a crucial role.

Qi Xia thought for a moment, then turned back to pick up the door leading to the "Third Station," and officially resumed his journey in the "Zhongyan Zhidi."