Only three people in the entire civilization could move: a middle-aged man, the Illusory Lord, who was approaching step by step, and a child who was still happily doing his homework beneath the civilization's only lit desk lamp. He knew nothing about the outside world. All he knew was that once he finished his homework, he would get to watch his uncle perform a magic trick.
The Illusory Lord walked over to the middle-aged man. "Corpse God, I never expected you to be hiding here."
The middle-aged man was indeed the Corpse God. He stared at the Illusory Lord. "You ruined a child's beautiful dream."
The Illusory Lord found that amusing. "You're the one ruining his dream. You don't belong in it. What are you doing here?"
Hui Wu only knew that the Corpse God was hiding here. He had no idea what the Corpse God was actually doing, and he didn't dare ask.
Lu Yin and the others had been certain the Corpse God was recovering from his injuries. But after entering, the Illusory Lord had discovered this illusory civilization—a fake world where the Corpse God was playing a role. That was bizarre. The Corpse God was a Corpse King, yet he was playing a part and maintaining this world. No one would believe it if they heard about it.
The stranger something was, the more cautious they had to be. The Corpse God must have some purpose for doing this.
The child was the one who had created this illusory world—the same person who had created Giant Hell.
The sky and earth churned as Illusory God Power poured down in a torrent, crushing toward the Corpse God. Skyscrapers across the civilization crumbled in its wake, while lakes and seas were overturned. It was the true end of the