Aeon of Destruction Blocks the Door (Part 1)

After the Aeon of Joy finished giving instructions, it transformed into a stream of light and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The space station's scientific personnel breathed a sigh of relief upon witnessing this.

"That's great. I really thought the Aeon of Joy was angry, but it turns out it was just joking."

"This observation is very meaningful. From Aha's attitude, it can be seen that as long as Brother Huan chooses to follow the path of Joy, he will definitely gain extremely considerable power."

"Of course. Given Brother Huan's compatibility with this path, the power he gains will absolutely surpass that of other Emanators. He might even be able to exchange a few blows with an Aeon!"

For a time, there was a flurry of discussion.

Most of it was expressing good news, and everyone's faces were beaming with smiles of survival.

They had initially thought it was good enough to have an Aeon appear, but they hadn't expected to discover an Aeon successor.

The key thing was that they were all quite familiar with him.

If Yan Huan were to truly gain the title of Emanator of Joy, they would all be able to benefit from it.

After all, they had all personally witnessed the entire process, so they could at least be considered witnesses.

In the office.

Everyone had relaxed, but only Herta and March 7th had solemn expressions.

March 7th had a nagging feeling that something was amiss.

No matter how powerful the virtual Aeons were, could they truly affect reality outside the Simulated Universe?

If that were the case, the project would have too many loopholes.

Gazing at Yan Huan, who was now lying within the data array.

The shattered fragments of the chair beside him looked so out of place.

"Beep, beep, beep—"

Herta took out her tablet, seemingly dialing someone.

The call was connected quickly.

Herta glanced at the data array and said:

"Screwllum, please come back for a visit soon."

A confused voice came from the other end of the communication.

"What happened, Ms. Herta?"

Herta stared intently at the data array:

"An Aeon's consciousness has invaded the Simulated Universe, and it's now out of control."

For a moment.

The entire office fell silent.

Asta listened blankly to the contents of the communication, her eyes wide: "Uh, Herta, what, what did you just say?"

Herta gave Asta a calm glance:

"Did I not make myself clear? The Simulated Universe has been invaded by an Aeon's consciousness. I tried activating the forced exit module, but it's no longer functional. The entire Simulated Universe is now under the control of a certain Aeon."

March 7th immediately panicked.

She looked at Herta, saying anxiously:

"What? Which Aeon? Is it the Aeon of Joy? Did its true consciousness come here?"

Yan Huan's consciousness was still inside the Simulated Universe right now.

Herta shook her head, "No."

"Didn't you notice the tremor just now? That was caused by the invading Aeon's consciousness. It has already entered the Simulated Universe."

"As for the Aeon of Joy... it merely dug a pit under Yan Huan's feet just now."

As she spoke, everyone in the office stood stunned.

Simulated Universe.

Yan Huan looked at Aha, who had disappeared before him, and sniffled.

"It's leaving just like that? Not even staying to chat a bit longer."

The surrounding environment changed again.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over him.

When he opened his eyes, Yan Huan found himself on a desolate planet.

"Huh?"

The sky was dim and overcast, and sandstorms blew through Yan Huan's hair. His feet were covered in withered grass and gravel.

It was a scene of utter desolation.

A thick, oppressive feeling enveloped Yan Huan's heart.

"Something feels off," Yan Huan muttered.

After walking a considerable distance, the scene before him remained desolate.

There wasn't a hint of life.

"What's going on?" Yan Huan was momentarily bewildered.

There was nothing here; he couldn't just waste away.

His feet crunching on gravel, Yan Huan walked aimlessly for a long, long time.

As sweat poured down his face, finally, a figure appeared ahead.

He stood by a withered tree, gazing at Yan Huan.

It was a tall, well-built man with a chest that boasted... many abdominal muscles.

Yan Huan had a clear view since the man was shirtless.

Each of his abs exuded power, and combined with his wheat-colored skin, he looked like a fitness coach.

There were golden cracks on his body, resembling scars; Yan Huan wondered who had inflicted them.

His white hair, long and flowing in the sandy wind, carried a profound sense of vicissitudes.

Yan Huan walked up, waved, and greeted him, "Hey, man, do you know where this is?"

The white-haired man didn't reply, merely observing the approaching man.

At this moment, Yan Huan, clad in a black trench coat, his long hair wild in the wind and sand, his molten gold-like pupils filled with a hint of confusion.

"Hey, talk to me, hello?"

He reached out and waved his hand in front of the white-haired man, trying to get his attention.

The latter quietly watched Yan Huan and slowly spoke.

His first sentence was explosive.

"Do you have any last wishes?"

Yan Huan blinked, "What, last wishes?"

The white-haired man nodded, "Later, I'll consider helping you fulfill them."

Yan Huan chuckled nonchalantly.

He found this white-haired fellow quite interesting.

"Last wishes, huh? I have quite a few."

"Go on."

"For example, I'm too weak. I don't know when I'll be able to go head-to-head with an Aeon."

The white-haired man gazed at Yan Huan.

"At your age, your current strength is already sufficient. As for challenging an Aeon with a mortal body, you probably won't achieve that in this lifetime."

Yan Huan frowned.

"How do you know? Do you also believe that in this world, people must rely on the power of a path to survive?"

"This is the law of the world. No one can change it, not even me," the white-haired man replied calmly.

His words carried a deep sense of age, and though he didn't look old, Yan Huan felt the vastness of time.

Ancient and long.

"Man, you've got a story."

Yan Huan gave the white-haired man a thumbs-up.

This guy's words had depth.

"Do you know how to get out of here? I'm feeling a bit suffocated."

"..."

The white-haired man silently walked past Yan Huan, then slowly turned back.

Looking at Yan Huan and the withered tree, he opened his mouth and said, "This planet has been destroyed for many years. It's natural for you to feel unwell."

Yan Huan nodded, half-understanding. So this was a destroyed planet.

Then this guy must be a native inhabitant.

Next, The white-haired man declared expressionlessly:

"Alright, let me send you on your way."

"On my way? On my way where?"

Suddenly, the entire land began to tremble.

Yan Huan felt a surge of caution and immediately retreated.

The sky started to shatter, falling like glass fragments, leaving only a void.

"BOOM—!!"

The white-haired man instantly unleashed a terrifying aura that swept outwards in all directions from his center.

In an instant, sand and rocks flew.

The ground churned like an earth dragon turning over, shaking and quaking.

Yan Huan struggled to stay upright, so he crouched down, gripping the ground, and blankly stared at the man who had suddenly exploded with power before him.

What's going on? Why is this guy unleashing his ultimate move just like that?

"Hey, stop staring and run!"

Suddenly.

A bell-like clear voice rang out.

A slender hand grabbed Yan Huan's collar, pulling him along as they sprinted away.

Yan Huan, utterly bewildered, quickened his pace, blankly looking at the girl pulling him along.

She had pink-blue eyes.

Her delicate, exceptionally pretty face was filled with an anxious expression.

"You..."

BANG—!!

Before he could finish speaking, he was struck on the back with a force weighing a thousand jin.

This blow sent him tumbling to the ground, rolling repeatedly.

He only stopped after smashing hard into a rock.

His body ached all over.

The intense pain made him feel somewhat dazed.

Yan Huan staggered to his feet and blankly wiped his mouth.

A smear of blood appeared on his hand.

[...You have exited the lying flat state.]