The bubble bursts, the illusion collapses.

All perishes in silence.

Under Wen Zheng's gaze, Paradise came, and then Paradise left.

But the result?

The result is that there is no result, neither success nor failure.

After the illusion dissipated, what remained was just emptiness.

As if nothing had happened.

Thus, the brow of the Holy Fool silently furrowed.

It's not that the measure is so narrow that it can't accept failure, moreover, even if it's successful, there wouldn't be great rejoicing, whether success or failure is just a mere attempt.

Both success and failure can be accepted.

But what's incomprehensible is this kind of emptiness and silence.

Everything calculated to perfection, all ends in vain.

Then, why?

Just before the Paradise of Transformation dissipated, Wen Zheng reached out his hand, determined to take a chance.

But at that instant, he felt the lock and suppression between heaven and earth, even the terrifying pressure that remained untriggered, like a tide, emerged from the void.

Tianyi.

All the way, it was Tianyi, who indifferently observed, took the initiative.

Wen Zheng looked over, full of curiosity: "Lord Tianyi, have you decided to act?"

"Just a reminder, our agreement, only extends to being an observer, not to allow you to do as you please indiscriminately."

Tianyi said slowly: "How about stopping here? Otherwise, attracting the attention of other locksmiths may also hinder the plans of the guide, right?"

Wen Zheng sighed lightly: "Indeed, Heavenly Governor Saint is truly astute."

"Doesn't the guide equally possess superior methods?"

Tianyi remained still, only looking at the opponent before him, eyes cold.

Until Wen Zheng shrugged slightly.

"If that's the case, then I won't disturb you."

The Holy Fool waved his hand carefree, turned and left: "Farewell."

A pitch-black fissure opened out of thin air.

Swallowed up his figure.

And thus, he floated away.

The hidden setups and ambushes fell all in vain.

"Tsk..."

Tianyi frowned: "Why not take action?"

Behind him, the Controller of the Federation Security Bureau, the Saint of Tian Yuan, Pang Pei finally revealed his presence, sighing in regret: "Couldn't find the opportunity to strike... There's still someone hiding behind the scenes."

Dammit, the dog of the Heavenly Furnace started off well, everyone is trying to set traps, everyone wants to fish!

Perhaps, it may be deliberately creating illusions.

But isn't Wen Zheng banking on Tian Yuan's focusing on practicality and reluctance to gamble lightly?

"You heard all his words."

Tianyi slowly asked: "How much is true, how much is false?"

Pang Pei shook his head: "No need to think, it's definitely all true, the guide doesn't bother to lie, because even if he speaks the truth, you'll end up acting according to his thinking."

"Are you saying he wants to dig a pit for the Seeder? Internal conflict?"

"Internal conflict is unlikely, even though the alliance of the Holy Fool isn't ironclad, the purpose is at least clear—he wants to bring in the powers of the Federation and Empire, to plunge the situation into chaos."

Pang Pei pondered for a moment, sighed: "But the Seeder has hidden himself in Central Earth, cultivating for so many years, it might be troublesome."

Tianyi nodded without hesitation: "Then as he wishes, let's add some fire to it."

"At this time, stirring up the situation in Central Earth?"

"Otherwise? Where else can we stir up? Burn ourselves?"

Tianyi countered, reminding: "The Heavenly Capital plan involves the future of the Federation, no room for change. Don't forget, the Empire is closely following behind."

Pang Pei said no more.

Lowered his gaze, stared at the desolate archipelago below, for a long time, silently sighed.

It's nothing more than Hell.

Isn't the Hell created by the Federation far more than just this?

Then, why hesitate?

.

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"Almost started a fight, truly frightening."

After the closed fissure, Wen Zheng sighed lightly, looked to his side: "Trouble you to take a trip."

"Just idle, had a look by chance."

In the shadow, the Harvester spoke calmly: "The purpose of the Holy Fool is different, but the stance is inherently unified, later I will need your help in other areas, just don't shirk."

"Sure, sure, next time for sure."

Wen Zheng nodded cheerfully, his smile annoying.

The most disgusting thing about cooperating with this guy is that, regardless of whether the purpose can be achieved, it's guaranteed that nothing will feel smooth.

"But, I'm a bit curious."

The Harvester slowly asked: "Someone like you, contemptuous of human hearts, brazen toward Heavenly Destiny, mocking everything, taking all things as tools... would you really believe in so-called prophecy?"

The prophecy of the celestial book.

The final "gift" and "curse" left by the ether's Saint before his fall to his opponent once was—one day, among your descendants, someone will surpass you, stepping over your bones to reach higher!

Since then, a person named Wen Zheng has been trapped in the cage of fate.

Unable to escape.

"I believe."

Wen Zheng said calmly: "Why not believe?"

He paused, grinned, laughed silently: "After all, I wrote the prophecy."

"..."

The Harvester was silent, his startled gaze from the shadows looking, shocked, an unprecedented confusion emerged, unclear, difficult to understand.

Now he just wants to figure out—are you freaking sick?

"To be precise, the prophecy made by the celestial book of old, only the first half was true." Wen Zheng explained frankly: "The latter part is fake, added by me."

"..."

The Harvester grew increasingly silent, feeling this one was even more sick.

"That old thing, loved causing discomfort the most, dead as he was, still wanted others to feel uneasy."

Wen Zheng looked back, towards him: "But I loathe most, 'prophecy' is such a thing, a delusion used by fools to deceive themselves, simply like dogshit.

What prophecy child, king by covenant, master of heavenly destiny, as if everything is destined by the so-called heavenly destiny."

The Harvester shook his head, "Heavenly Destiny remains."

"Who says no?"

Wen Zheng grinned, no longer concealing his mockery: "Perhaps one day, someone stronger than me will emerge from behind, reaching places I could never arrive at.

Perhaps he or she will far surpass me.

—But, no!"

"Maybe it's due to astonishing talent, unparalleled ability, unmatched endurance, and courage, or even despicable and shameful deeds, it doesn't matter.

There are so many better than me in this world, and I've never felt insignificant. But if all of this is decided by so-called 'destiny,' I simply cannot allow it!"

"So, why not let me add a little footnote to it—"

Wen Zheng laughed, full of delight: "If the so-called prophecy must be realized, then let me stand in the way."

"If I win, then the so-called prophecy and heavenly destiny are nothing but a joke. If destiny triumphs over me, then let it roll over my remains along with the traces and notes I leave behind.

Regardless of success or failure, my fate is for me to decide.

And their fate is theirs to choose!"

Grudges are determined by you and me, outcomes decided by strength.

It has nothing to do with heavenly destiny or prophecy, just because you oppose me, and that's so simple and direct!

Only in this way is it considered fair, and only in this way can it be called straightforward.

The so-called Holy Fool is such an arrogant thing.

Foolishly placing oneself before a fate equalling the entire world. But without the resolve to overturn destiny and challenge the entire world, why tread such a path?

"Wen Zheng—"

After a long silence, the Harvester finally asked: "Have you ever loved those children?"

"Love them, of course, from the bottom of my heart!"

Wen Zheng smiled, without hesitation: "Just like loving your own enemies, by any means necessary."

"And hate?"

Wen Zheng continued smiling, undeterred, "Just as those children hate me, upright and dignified."

Love and hate, both sourced from the same origin.

Perhaps cruel, perhaps cold, but this equal measure of love and hate is all the mercy and compassion a guide as a father can bestow upon his children.

Beyond that, there is nothing more.

He moved forward with his hands behind his back, leaving behind everything that had lost its value, never looking back again.

The only unexpected thing was that the third seed was not completed.

Truly a pity and truly a shame.

Yet truly good.

Finally, something unexpected happened…

It inadvertently made him look forward to it.

—Will that child make my prophecy come true?

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Wen Wen had a dream.

Noisy, bustling, lively, busy, chaotic.

School, tidying up the room, track team, exams, dinners, curfews, dyeing hair and haunted house adventures, grumbling about annoying teachers and classmates, complaining about siblings at home.

Secretly saving money to buy a motorcycle.

Having dinner at home, arguing, faces red with anger.

Sitting together to watch TV, fighting over the remote, commenting on the plot yet unable to resist quarrels, pulling each other's hair, calling for mom, fighting, and then pinching their noses to endure, eventually forgetting the reason for anger, everything returning to normal, a cycle repeating.

Noisy and calm.

Taking photos, making cheesy V signs, shouting cheese, capturing everyone's smiles.

The sun and moon shine.

Under the warm magic light, everything was coated in brilliant gold and splendid silver, exuding the shine of jewels, falling into the palm one by one, like incomparable treasures.

In the blink of an eye, it felt as if a long time had passed.

Only when occasionally looking back, it seemed as though something was missing.

There was a sense of void and emptiness inside.

During midnight dreams, it was as though distant winds could be heard, like a lament echoing.

Thus, Wen Wen decided to set off.

Saying goodbye to family, with little savings and a car, she embarked on the journey without hesitation.

It seemed she visited many places, wandering at crossroads, growing more confused and lost.

Thus, she climbed over mountain after mountain, crossed river after river, saw endless deserts and towering walls.

She abandoned the broken motorcycle, wandering in the long darkness.

Until at the end of a desolate world, in a gorge like an abyss, she saw the dragon buried beneath dust and soil.

The dragon also looked at her.

Those eyes like the sun and moon imprisoned in the abyss.

The self she had abandoned, waiting lonely in the dark, wailing and singing day after day.

At that moment, Wen Wen suddenly

"... So you were here."

Wen Wen murmured softly, suddenly understanding, gazing at that huge and fearsome figure, she summoned her courage and took the first step, then another.

Voluntarily, heading towards those eyes full of resentment and sadness.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so many years."

She reached out, touching the scales full of cracks, the scales cut her fingers, and blood seeped out, "Will you resent me?"

The dragon didn't answer.

It merely remained silent, lowering its head, cautiously leaning forward to touch her cheek.

Then gently pushed her back a little.

This is not the place you want to be, quickly leave.

"It's so cold here."

Wen Wen looked up at her surroundings, cold and empty.

In the darkness, she could see no light.

She took a step back, then put down her packs, opened her bundle, rummaging through it, finally looking up with regret: "I'm sorry, I only brought one blanket."

The dragon looked at her, confused.

And saw her smile, a small floral print on the blanket slowly unfolded, "So, do you mind sharing it with me?"

The dragon didn't speak, the dragon didn't answer, the dragon just looked at her.

Holding back tears from falling.

Thus, the creature as large as a mountain and the lonely traveling girl shared the same small blanket, curled up in the dark world, yet no longer feeling scared.

They snuggled together as if flowers bloomed on stone.

Fell into a deep sleep once more.

Hand in hand, journeying to a new dreamland.

No need to fear the world after waking up.

In this seemingly endless dream, long enough and forever.

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