The world's cries finally fell silent.
The Giant Snake could only hold the world up by itself, keeping it from being destroyed.
"Stupid, shortsighted, lowly things!"
It grew agitated. "You only ever see the tiny bit of sweetness right in front of you. You deserve to be used by others!"
Yet heaven and earth remained silent.
After all, this was still a low-magic world. Those silent majorities still guided it.
The Giant Snake began to bleed.
Though this world was not real enough, its power was real.
In Wenren Sheng's previous life, the mental pressure of a purely material world killed countless people every year.
Let alone this universe, which had already been mixed with far too many idealistic elements?
Its scales rapidly peeled away.
It was still unwilling to accept this.
Its opponent had set a trap to capture it, yet it had turned the tables and transformed that trap into one for its opponent.
As long as its opponent could not wake up, he would eventually sleep himself to death.
Because it knew that the terrifying thing inside him would not be willing to remain dormant.
Once that thing left, its opponent would be nothing more than a slightly larger ant.
Unfortunately, in the end, its opponent still came to realize the truth.
The true battlefield was not a struggle for supremacy, but an awakening on the spiritual level.
The Giant Snake continued to hold on.
Hold on...
Hold on...
Wenren Sheng felt that something was strange.
Why had he not woken up yet? Although this Giant Snake possessed enormous power, this was still a world he had constructed. It was like entering his dream; he was the one in control.
Once the dream shattered, if he wanted to wake up, he should have been able to.
Yet