Whoooosh...
Never before had Green looked forward so eagerly to the arrival of a Time Storm, the most common large-scale disaster in this Lightstream Reversal World.
The other powerful creatures who had fallen into this illusory world and were being pursued by the ant swarm also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Go a little farther."
Green stopped Simba from immediately dropping to the ground to take cover. Facing the terrifying Time Storm ahead, he could vaguely make out one green life world after another, worlds of flame, worlds of thunder, worlds of ocean, worlds with special rules, worlds balanced between day, night, and the four seasons, worlds of extreme rules, and even twisted spacetime interwoven with the aftermath of sovereign battlefields. Like a spacetime meat grinder, they formed the chaotic Time Storm.
Simba followed Green into this rule-based disaster of the deep illusion, even more terrifying than the ant swarm. Every so often, a fissure would streak past. Although Green's long reliance on the Face of Truth made his actions appear to outsiders as extreme risks taken on the edge of a blade, to Green himself, the Face of Truth had become part of his life's journey. Trusting it and relying on it, all of this was perfectly ordinary—just as a soaring eagle would never suffer the ordinary human fear of falling to its death.
In a certain domain, the two were no longer on the same level; naturally, their perspectives differed!
Following behind Green, Simba was several times horrified to the marrow by chaotic spacetime fissures brushing past him and wanted to give up. But when he thought of losing Green, his fixed source of food, and how living in this terrifying illusory world would itself be a torment, he gritted his teeth, forcibly reined in his