"Human, do you dare to try?" The dragon's calm voice carried a hint of disdain.
Meng Yi stood silently where he was, a fierce struggle appearing on his face.
Having experienced a million deaths, he knew all too well how intense that pain was.
Even though he had been reborn a million times, the agonizing pain of every death had been branded deep into his soul.
And... this would not be a simple accumulation. It would be 119,000 deaths erupting all at once!
Without relying on any other means, no normal creature could possibly endure such torment of the soul.
Even a God Tier being would instantly go mad under such pain!
However...
Meng Yi hesitated for only a moment.
He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head to meet those multicolored dragon eyes, and said in a low voice, "I accept."
At that moment, the giant multicolored eyes in the sky narrowed slightly. Even it seemed not to have expected this human to agree so readily.
In its view, this was a road that led only to death. There was no chance of survival at all.
"Are you certain?"
Meng Yi gripped his spear tightly, his gaze incomparably resolute. "I'm certain!"
"Come on! Let me see just how terrifying the pain of 110,000 deaths truly is!"
Seeing the determination in his eyes, the Dream Dragon let out a long sigh.
"As you wish..."
The next moment, a multicolored bubble drifted down from the sky and slowly descended before Meng Yi.
Countless fragmented scenes flowed across the bubble's surface, as though every painful memory of his deaths had been sealed within it.
Then, the bubble slowly floated toward his forehead.
The instant it merged into his body, the entire world seemed to freeze.
"Boom—!"
The pain of 119,000 deaths