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Sulu arrived at the core of the dream world.

After pushing open the great doors, he saw an enormous book.

A collection of fairy tales!

It stood as tall as a person, its pages made of yellowed parchment and its cover of thick brass. It was currently spread completely open.

Masses of flesh spread across its surface, seemingly doing their utmost to corrupt it.

Amid the flesh, organs such as eyes, ears, and faces seemed to be struggling to grow, yet unable to do so.

After being heavily wounded by Sulu, Sivinardo could no longer maintain its form and had fallen into utter chaos and madness.

After all, the path it commanded had always been exceptionally prone to losing control.

At the sight of it, Sulu could not help thinking of the Dream of the Ancient God in the Main World, as well as the demigod artifact he had once possessed—the Dream Realm.

"I resurrected you, only to bring about your fall in the end... Everything in this world, the arrangements of fate, sometimes really does resemble a circle... Our starting point is our endpoint."

He sighed, indescribable radiance curling around his hand.

This was the power of the unknowable!

Beneath its illumination, the flesh on the pages was rapidly cleared away, gradually revealing the true essence of the fairy tales.

'This story collection is actually a manifestation of the world's origin... Sivinardo was wounded by me while trying its utmost to corrupt it, and was also struck by the world's backlash?'

Sulu fell into thought.

Of course, a world's backlash was not particularly powerful, especially against the true body of a god.

But encountering Sulu at this moment was fatal.

"No..."

Lodi fell to the ground, kicking backward with both legs as he tried to get away from