New sorrows and old grudges came one after another.
One after another, like flies—swat one down, and another popped up. It was simply endless, unbearably vexing!
He had clearly yielded time and again, so why would they not even let him finish a pleasant dream?!
Wen Sheng opened his eyes.
Everything that had turned to ash gathered once more; the consciousness and soul that had been completely annihilated emerged again from nothingness.
As though time had reversed.
Everything that had been annihilated, erased, and utterly destroyed converged once again.
No, it was more than that...
For an instant, the world seemed to collapse abruptly, turning into an illusion and revealing its true form. Beyond this endless Dreamland, enormous bones like mountain ranges encircled it from above.
It was a Three-Headed Serpent.
Countless moths rose and fell upon the corpse, devouring rotting flesh and exposing white bone. They surged without cease, and between the opening and closing of their phosphorescent wings, human faces appeared upon them...
Every one of them bore Wen Sheng's face!
Those self-natures nurtured within the souls of believers became moth after moth, devouring every trace of his past self while forming his present self!
This was a cycle.
Around the Millet Dream Remains, death and revival cycled endlessly. Bones and moths constantly transformed into one another, allowing Wen Sheng to remain on the boundary between death and life, existence and nothingness, enduring endless pain and torment—and through it, ascending and undergoing Metamorphosis!
The foundation of the entire Dreamland was built upon Wen Sheng's bones!
Perhaps this was the complete form of the [Holy God]!
"Now, you don't need to regret it anymore, Wen Jie."
Ji Jue sighed softly and spoke slowly. "Back then, you truly did kill Wen Sheng. You ground his bones to dust and scattered