"Actually, I've been holding the God Crystal in my hand all along." Nan Feng laughed loudly.
"Let me see, let me see..."
Someone stepped forward and stared wide-eyed at Nan Feng's palm. "So this is your God Crystal."
As he spoke, the man pulled a cleaver from his pocket and chopped off Nan Feng's wrist in one stroke.
Blood splattered.
Nan Feng's hand fell to the ground, while the [God Crystal] was pinched between the man's thumb and forefinger and held up for inspection.
"Hmph."
Nan Feng snorted coldly and raised his gun, blowing open the head of the person before him.
The surroundings changed abruptly.
There was no gathering, no hotpot, no blue skies or white clouds—only a pitch-black void and scattered stars.
Soyana appeared before Nan Feng once more.
She was still holding an utterly ordinary stone.
"This was the dream you painstakingly wove for me?" Nan Feng sneered. "There were too many flaws. I can't even be bothered to point them out."
Within this dream, Nan Feng and Soyana had fought for thirty years.
For a long time during that period, Nan Feng had believed it was real.
Even after killing Soyana, he had thought he had shattered the dream and escaped from it.
Until he had killed Xiao Nan, who called herself the Creator God, in a single move...
Even a pig should have caught on by then.
Was the Creator God really that easy to kill?
Obviously, Soyana feared the Creator God too much. Even in a dream, she had not dared to let Him reveal His true form.
Knowing he was still trapped in the dream, Nan Feng naturally would not take out the real [God Crystal].
Soyana flicked her finger, sending the stone flying.
She chuckled. "Congratulations. You did not fall into the