Huayi, Please Slay the Gods!

"It would have turned out this way."

Hua Yi smiled.

"But that would be assuming there was no outside interference. Since I came, naturally I wouldn't let those who stepped forward fall into madness—Amphoreus did not undergo thirty million cycles, but it has thirty million possibilities."

While Phainon was still stunned, Hua Yi continued explaining.

"Earlier, at the Grove of Epiphany, Black Phainon appeared. I threw a punch at him, and the force of that punch split into thirty million strikes. Black Phainon's current corrupted state is simply because I beat him numb."

In doing so, he had accumulated the experience of countless battles.

Even though Black Phainon had never once managed to block Hua Yi's fist, no matter how he defended himself or tried to dodge, he would be defeated in an instant. Yet after facing the sublime thirty million times, his will had ultimately been forged into steel.

Now that I have descended here, no one will bleed or weep again.

But Hua Yi had done his utmost to make up for the growth that came only after suffering.

Realizing the savior's good intentions, Phainon opened his mouth. Despite being a grown man, he felt his nose sting.

"Thank you..."

"Hahaha, I beat you up, and you're thanking me?"

"If the Astral Express had not arrived, what would the real me, driven mad, have done?"

He would have become obsessed with maintaining the cycle, crossed every bottom line, and eliminated anyone who dared stand in his way—whether they were Black Tide monsters or Chrysos Heirs.

Hua Yi shook his head slightly and did not voice the answer.

"You can show me the answer through your actions. Amphoreus must be created through my hands before it can evolve into a true world. Now, accept all of Black Phainon and