Not Erosion, but...

Upon hearing that his will was being eroded by the Creator God, Long Wudi tried his best to keep his mind clear.

Yet the more he tried, the more muddled and disoriented he became.

It could not be contemplated.

Whenever Long Wudi recalled those merciless eyes, his will was eroded a little further.

The more he wanted to hold fast to his true self, the faster that true self fell apart.

Self-doubt, self-denial, a fractured sense of self—this was Long Wudi's current state.

A most profound question flashed through his mind: Who am I?

Was he Long Wudi?

Or was he the Creator God?

Or perhaps both?

Who could truly tell?

"Not erosion, but..." Long Wudi murmured softly.

"What?" Soyana asked in confusion. She had not heard the last two words Long Wudi had said.

"It is not eroding my will, but..." Long Wudi said again.

"But what?"

Soyana's delicate brows furrowed. She could see clearly that Long Wudi had uttered those two words, yet for some reason, she could not hear them at all.

It felt as though... those two words had been blocked from her.

Long Wudi stared at Soyana. He thought of Dragon City, of Lin Meimei, and of his child.

Everything he had experienced from childhood to adulthood flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

That allowed Long Wudi to temporarily hold onto his true self.

He sighed softly. "You were right. I truly won't survive today. But I'll do my best to make sure you die before I do."

Crack.

Long Wudi snapped his fingers lightly, and the starry sky within the dream began to collapse.

In an instant, Long Wudi seized control of the dream.

At this moment, he was the master of the dream.

Soyana was shocked. "You..."

She sensed Long Wudi's