All Divine Power and Destruction turned into insignificant illusions, not even enough to make Ji Jue take a step back. They could only shatter futilely and flow to both sides, leaving weak traces after slicing through the night sky.

At this moment, for Ji Jue, no matter how large the numbers were, they were no longer effective.

With the rotation and development of Superior and Great Evil, as the Controller, the power he could wield had long surpassed Sky City.

This expansion and development, even until now, has never stopped!

At the same time, Perception continues to expand, and enlightenment keeps emerging.

Everything sensed and understood by every user of the Supreme Goodness System continuously converges towards Ji Jue.

In the outside world, everything returns to Superior, but in this Illusion Dream, everything belongs to Ji Jue.

In other words, all users of the Supreme Goodness System are continuously providing Ji Jue with their own understanding and enlightenment, another new perspective of Perception and understanding.

It's almost as if they are helping Ji Jue to level up his low-level account for free, exploring the possibilities existing within this system and adding bricks and tiles.

Even though this enlightenment is so shallow and crude, it still cannot deny the spirit light and insight that flashes within it. The intricacies may be hard to reach, but the foundational understanding is being consolidated and enhanced at a terrifying speed.

Pile earth to form a mountain, gather sand to form a sea, in the end, it becomes a long river that almost burns Ji Jue's soul!

Endless and ceaseless.

The only pity is that too few people are compatible with the Embers Path, and craftsmen rarely enhance their enlightenment through battle. Old Deng guards himself like a thief, resolutely refusing to connect to the system. The current Ji Jue can't possibly go back and force him into Paradise, otherwise, it could still yield some gains.

However, now is not the time to lament regret.

"It should end, Your Holiness."

Ji Jue sighed wearily, looking at the last stubborn stumbling block.

In just a few seconds, the celestial brilliance had already changed countless forms, flames, light, ice, and swords incessantly attacking Ji Jue, going all out, without pause.

Even if it was in vain, those eyes still showed no retreat or hesitation.

The fighting spirit is commendable.

Unfortunately, only the fighting spirit remains.

Perhaps the opponent before him is a decent manager, a capable administrator, but he's not someone skilled at this kind of struggle, even somewhat clumsy.

No, perhaps he also knows that when it was his turn to step onto the battlefield, the defeat of the Congregation was already destined.

To be fair, he's indeed a rare talent.

Clear-headed and decisive in judgment, with organizational skills beyond question.

After the disappearance of the Holy God, he maintained the entire world till now, forcefully suppressing all resistance. If not for Ji Jue, perhaps he could have sustained it until the end of this dream.

"What a shame."

Ji Jue waved his hand, dispersing all the celestial brilliance, then the Saintly Hand appeared again. With an absolute control, he pointed from a distance, ripping apart all the Pope's defenses and sending him flying, crashing into the intricate wall of reliefs, splattering scarlet and slowly sliding down, landing on the ground.

No more strength to resist.

But he was still struggling, dragging his broken arms, trying to get up.

"With your capability, where can't you go?" Ji Jue stepped forward, "Why must you dream alongside a madman?"

"Madman?"

Amidst the spreading blood, the scarlet-stained face lifted up, the forcibly maintained indifference was torn apart, no longer able to suppress anger and resentment: "Aren't you self-proclaimed superior folks the real madmen!"

He hoarsely questioned: "What's wrong with the world in a dream?"

"What's wrong with faith!!"

The Pope roared, "What's wrong with peacefully living through forty years and everyone happily dying together!!!"

Forty years!

Forty years!!!

Forty years of time, perhaps too short compared to those born into comfort, but for everyone struggling in Hell, it's already long enough.

Long enough to make one feel the happiness and joy never experienced in a lifetime!

No plague, no famine, no exploitation from the giant enterprises of the Federation, no interference from the Empire's agents, no strife or slaughter from the Thousand Islands.

In this isolated paradise, everyone can live in peace, and even if destruction arrives, it matters not, for destruction is already destined.

But since destruction is destined, at least there is a peaceful and happy dream… those terminally ill malformed children can grow up healthy, those tormented to the brink of death can live peacefully, everyone can spend this beautiful time, unreachable in their original life, with dignity and tranquility.

Everything was originally as ideal as Heaven!

Clearly, the vast majority of people already achieved happiness and peace.

It was just a petty dream, yet tread by you outsiders into mud!

"…Indeed."

After a brief contemplation, Ji Jue slowly nodded, giving an affirmative answer.

No mockery, solemn and serious.

Yet it left the Pope stupefied, unable to comprehend.

"Although seeking reliance on an Illusion Dream due to numerous difficulties is petty and laughable, I can understand."

Ji Jue thought for a moment, telling him: "Compared to the suffering of reality, sometimes, being able to have an endless beautiful dream is indeed a good thing.

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