[Buddha-Heart Lamp Transmission] Wu Song Infused with Spirit; [Emergency Headband] Developed! (Continued)

Wei Zheng's [Scale-Slaying Sword Intent].

Jinse's [Southern Bright Li Fire].

Five utterly different forces, guided by Lin Chen, fused together perfectly!

They became a single sword.

Shattering dreams, cleaving evil!

Even the last remnants of the indescribable evil god's consciousness were utterly slain in Lin Chen's counterattack.

Yet within the evil god's pupils, an exceedingly bizarre expression appeared.

It was not the fear of impending death.

But rather...

"Relief and mockery."

Immediately afterward, a deep, obscure voice

exploded through Lin Chen's mind:

"Thank you... for granting me death."

Those nonsensical words, steeped in endless strangeness, made Lin Chen's heart skip a beat.

Cthulhu was dead, so it was dead.

Why was it thanking me?!

Could it be?

To this Great Old One, death was not an end...

But some kind of beginning?!

The evil god they had gone through untold hardships to kill had actually been "seeking death"?

It nearly made Lin Chen fall into self-doubt.

What exactly was Its true purpose?!

As the saying went, a centipede may die, yet it does not stiffen.

The hidden cards and contingencies of a Great Old One were truly impossible to fathom.

Lin Chen had no time to ponder the conspiracy behind it.

Because as Cthulhu's final wisp of lingering consciousness vanished, this vicious "Dream within a Dream within a Dream" finally began to collapse.

At the edge of the shattering dream, a golden rift suddenly opened.

The familiar music of Zhou Dynasty chime bells shone into the depths of this chaotic consciousness.

Several familiar, concerned voices were anxiously calling out:

"Lin Chen?! Are you alright!

Quick, follow the music out!"

It was Lu Wenshu!

Relying on the newly formed prismatic-grade [Dream Interpretation] godhead, he had broken through this concealed Dream within a Dream.

"Hu—!"

Lin Chen abruptly opened his eyes.

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