Establishing the Heavenly Wheel of Peace

Returning to his hometown, everything destroyed by the previous battle had already been repaired by Yǎn Mèng Jìng.

Grey Emperor had witnessed the boundless scenery and knew Yan Nu's height at this moment, his heart having completely surrendered as he voluntarily returned to hell.

Because Yan Nu was already a greatness beyond his imagination, if even the era he pioneered could not satisfy him, then Grey Emperor himself would be even less capable.

However, Lin Xiqiu was still shamelessly wailing, unwilling to go to hell as he tightly hugged Tuoba Yak's arm.

And right in the palm of Yak's hand sat a hellish space.

Of course, from a while ago onward, hell was no longer a place managed by mortals, but was directly established with iron rules of information and automated information processing.

It was just that the original hell had not been cancelled; Yak was accustomed to supporting one in his hand, and Luo Yan, as the former administrator of hell, also carried one with him.

"You can't treat me like this, Emperor Yan, I was just writing a novel."

"You also said that in my world, everyone's fantasies would come true in the lower narrative layers."

Lin Xiqiu argued strongly on his own behalf, feeling that toying with fictional characters was nothing at all.

Who the hell could have guessed that an Emperor Yan would pop out of his imagination.

At this moment, everyone already understood the situation of the Infinite Narrative Layer, and Luo Yan said, "Though I hate him for creating so many strange objects, what he says is not without reason."

Lin Xiqiu rejoiced, hastily thanking him, "Many thanks, many thanks, Luo Yan, truly my brother."

Luo Yan's face instantly sank as a thought allowed him to perceive the cause and effect; it turned out