Ye Qiyan exhausted six worlds in succession.
For the people of the Seven Worlds, it was hard to say whether this dream Ye Qiyan had woven was a beautiful dream that let them say their unfinished farewells to family and friends at the end,
or a complete and utter nightmare without hope.
The vast majority of those in the Seven Worlds were merely ordinary people.
For these ordinary people who understood neither the cruelty of the Wasteland nor the terror of the end,
they had inexplicably been "resurrected," only to be used as fuel by the person who had "resurrected" them.
They could not understand the meaning of any of this at all.
One world pleaded with Ye Qiyan, hoping for true resurrection.
Another group committed mass suicide before Ye Qiyan brought Wraith over, unwilling to provide him with any power.
But whatever they did, they were merely a dream, a trace of a dream left behind after [The End].
At last, the final moment arrived.
Haiyuan Star.
On this blue planet, which looked extremely similar to the planet in humanity's Primordial World where Ye Qiyan had once lived.
The people were so calm.
The King of Seven Worlds sat upon his Throne, watching [Wraith] plummet from high in the sky amid an eerie ghostly aura, his expression utterly silent.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Wraith climbed out of the deep crater, laughing wildly.
"Human! Your efforts are wasted. It's merely a human world. Even if you truly resurrected them, what would it matter?! Besides, all of this is fake!
Human, oh human! You've already destroyed six planets! Six worlds!
Come on! Come on!! Try to kill me with your last bit of power!
Once you've used up everything in these Seven Worlds, it'll be time for you to die!"
The dark