After saying that, "Chen Changsheng" vanished, while the false "Nalan Fuyao" darkened.
"You must be my 'nightmare,' right?"
"Constructing such a vast dream came at an enormous cost."
"Unfortunately, your 'nightmare' was not painful enough, and there was not enough 'black water' outside either. That is why you could not trap me."
"The pain I have endured is beyond anything you can imagine."
Hearing this, "Fu Yao" snapped, "I possess all your memories. How could I possibly not understand your pain?"
"You do possess most of my memories, but not all of them."
"If you had truly obtained every single one of my memories, then you would not fail to understand what 'poor wretch' means."
"All my old friends died miserable deaths. I truly became a lonely poor wretch."
"But once time came to an end, I would naturally find release."
"But the problem is, my time will never end. I will forever be nothing more than a mayfly drifting upon the River of Time."
Fu Yao grew even angrier at Chen Changsheng's words.
"You are lying to me! I have already searched through all your memories. There cannot possibly be anything missing!"
Watching Fu Yao fly into a rage, Chen Changsheng, who was gradually being buried beneath the rotting corpses, smiled.
"I never expected that, as a part of me, even you could not detect its existence."
"In that case, take my greetings with you to your death."
"When you reach the end of time, give my old friends my regards."
With that, Chen Changsheng completely disappeared beneath the corpses, while Fu Yao roared unwillingly.
"You are lying to me! You are lying!"
The sounds gradually faded away.
Chen Changsheng arrived in a realm of chaos, where he saw Qian Ya and Li Huo trapped within.
"Sir!"
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