Chapter 1352

Chu Tianqiu stumbled again amidst the tremendous noise, but he knew he absolutely couldn't stop. Perhaps over all these years, he was the only "participant" who had managed to reach this platform. Tianlong was right within arm's reach! He took out the *Rù Mèng* from his pocket and bit down on it fiercely, his entire consciousness blurring in that instant. He had never tried swallowing so many eyeballs at once, and time seemed to slow down for a second. It felt like something had been activated. Then, he gathered all his focus to maintain his sanity and reached out his right hand toward Tianlong, but the room began shaking violently again. The distance between them remained just a palm's length, and after seventy years, this final step was harder than any before.

"Considering I've never done anything bad in my life..." Chu Tianqiu gritted his teeth and said, "can't you let my life go smoothly just once..."

Tianlong's brow furrowed, his body swaying as if he were about to open his eyes. Amid the intense shaking, that palm's distance was finally closed. Chu Tianqiu gently touched Tianlong's fingertip. He instantly showed a joyful expression—though this step had been more difficult than any other, he had truly succeeded. What an incredibly perilous and lengthy step! As an ordinary person, he had touched the supreme "god" here. Chu Tianqiu instinctively looked up, and everything in the plan was now on track. As long as he followed through next—

Before he could even finish thinking of a strategy, he realized time had frozen. Tianlong's brow relaxed slightly, the room stopped shaking, and even the three people fighting behind him were motionless. All sounds vanished in that instant. Chu Tianqiu turned around and saw the three of them frozen in place like statues. What was this...?

"Chu Tianqiu."

A voice rang out nearby, making Chu Tianqiu's whole body tremble slightly. He turned his head and saw it was Qi Xia. He hadn't lied; he was indeed waiting here.

"Qi Xia... what exactly..."

"Eating so many eyeballs really does activate the most frenzied *Rù Mèng*," Qi Xia said, clutching the wounds on his body. "Chu Tianqiu, the 'dream realm' is about to begin, and time is short. Listen to me—all the next steps are on me. You just need to maintain the stability of *Rù Mèng*. Now, help me remove the Qinglong in front of us from the dream realm..."

"What...?" Chu Tianqiu was stunned. "What do you mean...? Are you planning to do this yourself? Do you even know who you're up against?"

"It's fine... This is a 'dream'..." Qi Xia murmured. "Here, it's a world ruled by the subconscious. I'll make Tianlong think I'm Qinglong."

"You..." Chu Tianqiu paused. "Are you talking about using 'psychological suggestion'..."

He felt the difficulty of this was no small matter.

"This requires a high level of control over suggestion rhythm and timing—probably only I can pull it off." Qi Xia grabbed Chu Tianqiu's arm and said, "I'll handle the hardest part. You go hide quickly."

"Qi Xia..." Chu Tianqiu looked at him with some worry. "Isn't our goal to create a crack in Tianlong's dream realm?"

"That's right," Qi Xia said. "Not only will I create a crack, I'll shatter his dream realm completely. In the end, I'll protect your escape."

"What about you?" Chu Tianqiu asked.

"I... Let's not talk about that. Time's too tight—get ready to move!"

Qiao Jiajin and Zhang Shan saw Chu Tianqiu close his eyes the moment he touched Tianlong, and Tianlong's expression had relaxed, as if he had entered a deeper sleep.

"Success..." Zhang Shan wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Chu Tianqiu... That's great..."

"Tianqiu..." Qiao Jiajin lay on the ground, clutching his chest with difficulty.

But at that moment, Qinglong erupted in rage again. He completely abandoned *Tianxing Jian* and unleashed his most powerful *Duoxin Po* instead. He was determined to drag Chu Tianqiu away from Tianlong entirely. Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin instantly felt their limbs bound, and in the distance, the sleeping Chu Tianqiu slowly furrowed his brow, as if a force was pulling him backward.

"Big guy..." Qiao Jiajin lay on the ground, gritting his teeth and said, "I've got this punk Qinglong under control... You come over and kick him quick..."

"I swear..." Zhang Shan gritted his teeth and said, "You're the one who's been beaten down by him... Can you even see the situation...?"

The two of them were completely immobilized, their immense strength rendered useless. Who could step in to help now? Anyone who had heard Qinglong's voice would be controlled by *Duoxin Po*, and no one entering the room could change the tide. A sense of despair began to envelop them.

Yet, it seemed fate had its own arrangements. Who said Qinglong only had three *Tianxing Jian* opponents? Just as Qinglong was wildly unleashing *Duoxin Po* and Chu Tianqiu's group was utterly immobilized—

The "Deaf *Tianxing Jian*" appeared.

As the saying goes, a warrior dies for his confidant. A "character" flew out from Qiao Jiajin's pocket at that moment. It burst forth with immense power like the strongest flying dart, charging straight at Qinglong's body without hesitation. Since Qinglong had completely given up *Tianxing Jian*, his body was especially vulnerable, and that "shi" character seemed to awaken some memory as it spiraled toward his heart. Qinglong never anticipated this twist and had no time to dodge. In an instant, he was struck in the chest by the tremendous force.

He stared woodenly, eyes wide, looking down at the bloody hole in his chest. Before he could even curse "ant," the "character" had embedded deeply into his body. Qiao Jiajin and Zhang Shan regained their mobility in that moment. The two exhausted their remaining strength, gritted their teeth, stood up, and while Qinglong was immobilized, they unleashed a barrage of punches like missiles at his body.

Massive impacts erupted, and Qinglong's internal organs suffered repeated blows in a short time. He staggered back, unable to withstand the fierce assault.

"Big guy!" Qiao Jiajin shouted and dashed toward Zhang Shan. He leaped into the air on the spot and delivered a flying knee to Zhang Shan. Zhang Shan understood immediately, stepped forward, caught Qiao Jiajin mid-air, used the momentum to spin him several times, and then hurled him at Qinglong like a nuclear bomb.

Qinglong had just regained his senses and forced his eyes open when he saw a knee like solid steel flying toward him with overwhelming force, smashing into his face. This time, he couldn't block their attacks at all. His waist bent back nearly ninety degrees, and blood arced from his mouth.

In the end, Qinglong slowly collapsed to the ground. His powerful physique kept him alive, but blood continued to flow from his mouth. Qiao Jiajin steadied his breathing and walked over to Qinglong. In disbelief, he reached out and pulled the "character" from his chest. The "character" was now twisted and shattered, completely still, like ordinary metal fragments.

"I swear..." Zhang Shan looked at him in shock. "You're seriously all-around—still had a hidden weapon up your sleeve?"

"Uh... This..." Qiao Jiajin didn't know how to respond. He had only taken it as a memento from "Cangjie Qi," so how had it turned into such a powerful hidden weapon?

The two stood together, enduring their injuries, and saw that Qinglong had completely lost his fighting ability and was just vomiting blood on the ground. But they didn't dare finish him off then, since Chu Tianqiu was still in *Rù Mèng*. So, what was the situation now? With neither Qi Xia nor Chu Tianqiu in the room, the two suddenly felt like giant headless flies.

(Today there are three updates, and tomorrow at least four to wrap up the story. Also, I'll start a finale live stream on my Douyin at 8 PM on October 31st. If you're interested, feel free to join for a chat, but I can't guarantee my brain will be completely clear, haha. Thank you all for your ongoing support—I'm truly very grateful.)