He could not die.
—As long as he could reach that place.
With his eyes fixed only on the abyssal maw of the Path of the End, Ye Chang'an crawled forward inch by inch as the Sword God's blades carved into his body again and again.
The pain in his soul was far worse than his shattered flesh, yet easier to endure than physical pain.
Because the body had a limit beyond which it died, while the will could persist as long as it was resolute enough.
Those troublemaking girls had remained for five hundred years after death without fading away, so how could he give up now?
It was only pain.
Try and hurt me to death, then!
—Almost there.
His mind was growing hazy, and his arms were losing strength.
Ye Chang'an had finally reached his limit.
Even the fragments of millions of minds could no longer provide him with more strength.
He was tired.
He could not crawl any farther.
"Host, if you go any farther, you'll leave the simulation."
A long-missed voice sounded beside his ear. 002 had spoken.
It was the first time it had made a sound since the simulation began.
"..."
Ye Chang'an had no spare strength to speak. He chose to use it to crawl instead.
In the end, with only one step left, he completely ran out of strength.
"Ah, what a host who loves courting death."
002 sighed and appeared behind Ye Chang'an for no apparent reason, a little girl with black hair and red eyes.
She raised her foot and kicked Ye Chang'an straight into the Path of the End.
Song of World Destruction: Displaced Time: 21. The Future That Appeared Because of You
After being kicked into the Path of the End, Ye Chang'an fell unconscious