After all, as long as I destroy the world first, it won't be able to destroy the world anymore, right?

Indeed.

Though this simulated game was originally fake, erasing all external factors and interference, and providing infinite spiritual essence and resource supply.

But to cultivate something even more terrifying than that runaway worm purely theoretically within such a short time...

It's still too ridiculous.

Simply creating Hell as naturally as instinct.

Cutting off all change, eliminating all possibilities, leaving only meaningless eternity here.

Even without any great evil aura and despite pollution, it is already an unequivocal creation of Zhi Fu!

Just...

He squinted his eyes, staring at the endless profusion in the projection.

——It's already so out of control, yet why hasn't it led to a mutant?

Boom!!!

In that instant, the vortex under the present world resounds, a huge shadow emerges from within, revealing a blurred outline.

The flame of the molten heart rises, strange eyeballs open, gazing at the prosperity above the present world.

Silently calling.

A cracking noise rises from beneath the present world, enveloping everything, like some gigantic entity impacting the cage, reaching out to all that is near.

Just a hairline away.

Yet all this feels worlds apart.

From beginning to end, no one responded.

Only within the endless profusion, silent stars rise, flicker, convene above the sky, dazzlingly swirling, like a brilliant night sky.

Spreading silver light.

In the silent and empty world, the infinite sea of flowers sways, parting to both sides.

Invisible souls stroll within, like phantoms. Quietly gazing at this uninteresting world and everything she has ultimately created.

"So beautiful." Isis murmured softly.

She seems to have found amusement.

Even if it's just this faint glimpse, even if it's minuscule, it seems to fill the original void and emptiness.

Hobby...?

Isis closed her eyes, feeling it all.

Thus, an indistinct and vague song arises from the world's end.

Like the breeze blowing, mist spreading, dreamy and rippling, light wings unfold, enveloping everything,

When she reaches out to touch the flowers beside her, the blooming petals sway in the breeze, emitting a faint harmony.

But when countless flowers sway in the wind, the vague and indistinct sounds gather together, gradually merging into a mighty flood covering everything.

Rising from the earth, towards the sky.

Spreading throughout.

Overwhelming the distant calls and rumblings.

In this seemingly jubilant chorus of all things, the invisible souls stroll within the sea of flowers, lightly jumping, running, swirling, as if sprinkling laughter.

The sun sets, the moon rises.

Isis extends her hand, bathing in distant radiance.

From afar, the wind blows again, under the moonlight, countless petals rise, float, scatter like rain, disappearing.

Like withering and decaying.

The majestic chorus gradually quiets with the dissipation of the sea of flowers, the cries from the vortex are no longer audible, only lonely humming echoes.

Free singing.

Unconcerned with her own annihilation and dissolution, she steps towards the end she chose, finally spreading her arms, embracing everything she created.

Will the sun continue to rise?

Perhaps.

Tomorrow will come.

It doesn't matter.

She finally understood the so-called waiting and hope, but didn't consider them the best things in the world, just like the so-called freedom and meaning.

She didn't care about those things.

She was ready to leave.

Departing from this increasingly annoying everything.

Just like that, peacefully and blissfully closing her eyes, returning to the original calm and void.

But for some reason, a familiar face emerged in her mind.

Always with an indifferent smile, speaking irresponsible words, making unattainable promises...

Extremely annoying.

But somehow she couldn't bring herself to despise it.

At this moment, when everything in the fake world came to an end, her final thoughts drifted with a trace of confusing nostalgia.

The phantom raises its head, gazing at the sky.

Finally, waving farewell, offering eternal blessings and curses with a smile.

May you die appropriately, may you suffer on the path you chose.

May you find the meaning of your existence in a more cruel and indifferent world, may you... achieve something...

She closed her eyes.

Along with the stars throughout the sky, disappearing from the decaying flowers.

This is the end of everything.

The void world, thus, obliterated.

In the silent resting room, the Heavenly Furnace sighed softly.

From the void, back to the void, a momentary bloom.

Just like her name, rising from the Netherworld and returning to the Netherworld. Like her creator, wandering between embers and Zhi Fu.

Unavoidable pity.

Originally intended to guide through the simulation of the Tower of Transformation, but ultimately, discovered that this deeply rooted essence remained unchanged, never shifting because of him.

Amid surprise and marvel, felt a trace of regret.

Such good material, yet not in his furnace.

"Is this really alright?"

He looked back at the young man.

"What's wrong with it?" Ji Jue retorted.

The Heavenly Furnace thought about it, nodded slightly, "Indeed."

"So, the additional assessment ends here. Ji Jue, you probably don't care about the score I give you, I won't waste any more words."

The Heavenly Furnace smiled slightly, suddenly asked: "But, did you enjoy it?"

Ji Jue was stunned, not expecting it.

Sincerely nodded.

Though displeased with the other's arrangement and mocking, but letting go of himself was truly joyful.

Never had such abundant gains and exhilarating experiences.

"Then, the exam is over."

The Heavenly Furnace waved, opening the door to leave: "Go wash your hands, then receive your honor and glory, craftsman."

In front of the glowing door, Ji Jue hesitated, looked back.

The Heavenly Furnace smiled, waved goodbye.

In the fleeting daze, what greeted him was an unexpected dazzling light.

In the afternoon, the sun was scorching, stinging Ji Jue's eyes.

For a moment, he even suspected he was thrown into another simulation, but soon, he felt the long-lost completeness and fulfillment.

Soul functioning, Mechanical Descent returning.

And on his raised hands, intricate silver patterns emerged, glowing.

Only...

"...What's wrong with my hand?"

He frowned, looking down, pale and clean, slender and long, everything still as it was.

In the end, that guy was still talking nonsense.

Ji Jue shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

"Let's go, Isi—"

He instinctively looked back.

Unfortunately, there was nothing behind him.

No response.

That familiar starlight was no longer there.

Ji Jue paused.

After a while, he sighed, pocketed his not-very-clean little hands, and tucked the newly picked Spiritual Crystal deeper into his pocket.

Whistling, humming a tune, as if nothing had happened, he pushed the door and left.

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