The Poison of Corruption, accumulated over countless years, seemed inexhaustible, but Li Xingkong's methods were clearly superior.
Seeing that the absorption was not going well, Li Xingkong increased the force in his hand, and a huge handprint formed of Magic Power was directly placed on the door.
Then, an extremely powerful suction force erupted, rapidly drawing the Poison of Corruption from behind the door into his hand.
Finally, after nearly two days of absorption, Li Xingkong had completely absorbed the Poison of Corruption at the entrance. The Poison of Corruption condensed into a black pellet the size of a ping-pong ball, which, when held in his hand, looked like a pill.
It exudes a strong negative aura; if an ordinary person were to get even a little close, they would be corrupted and infected.
Li Xingkong picked up the poison pill and examined it carefully. It was really hard to say what to do with it.
It's an item from a dream, something you can't take out of reality. Leaving it in the dream will eventually cause it to dissipate, so this approach only treats the symptoms, not the root cause.
Li Xingkong attempted to activate his Divine Sense, transforming it into flames to envelop the entire pill and refine it.
The flames formed from Divine Sense were indeed somewhat effective; the pill was being dissolved at a subtle, almost imperceptible speed.
As the elixir dissolved, a pure spiritual energy was also refined. This spiritual energy was very strong; if given to an ordinary person, it might actually allow them to develop a simple form of telekinesis.
But for Li Xingkong, it was just a decent little snack.
After absorbing all the Poison of Corruption behind the door, Li Xingkong glanced back at the door with a hint of curiosity.
Behind the door was a small room, which looked like a bedroom. The style of the room was completely different from that of the dream world, but it was somewhat similar to reality.
The room was empty, so Li Xingkong stepped inside.
The bookshelf was filled with a considerable number of books and toys, and Li Xingkong even saw the dilapidated spaceship that he had dismantled in the real world among them.
After fiddling with the toys for a while, Li Xingkong took out a book. The book was written in Common Language, but it was written in a messy way, as if it were someone's imagination.
"Year 237 of the Han Yuan Calendar, Moon Shines on the Sun."
"Recently, the two civilizations on the East and West have been embroiled in fierce conflict, and I've heard they're about to go to war. I hope the war won't affect us..."
"Year 239 of the Han Yuan calendar, Earth Shines on the Sun."
"For some reason, the underlying laws of physics are changing at an extremely rapid pace. Has the universe gone mad? Or have we gone mad? No, we have to find a way to escape."
"So this is what war between civilizations is like..."
Is there any way to escape? Is there any way to escape...?
I don't want to die, I still want to see this world...
"The spaceship is 20% damaged, there's no hope ahead, I need to hibernate..."
The scattered diary entries give a general account of the sleeping goddess's experiences, suggesting that she wasn't later drawn into the World Wall, but rather that her civilization itself was located near the World Wall.
Even during the formation of the World Wall, her civilization was directly shattered, causing her to fall to such a state.
Judging from her individual strength and tenacious vitality, the civilization behind this goddess must have originally been quite powerful, but unfortunately, it was reduced to nothingness in the clash of the weapons of the rules.
If it weren't for this record in the dream, probably no one would know what her civilization was called.
When people dream, there is usually a projection of their own self in the dream, that is, the self in the dream. But obviously, the goddess's consciousness did not appear in the dream as usual.
Perhaps her consciousness began to dissipate due to the long period of hibernation, or perhaps she was sleeping soundly in some corner of the world; Li Xingkong had no idea.
Just as Li Xingkong was inspecting the things in the room, Ajieta walked in through the front door.
She had originally thought that beyond this gate would be a much larger, but desolate world, but to her surprise, there was only this one large room.
All of this really surprised her.
"So, where did all that Poison of Corruption come from?"
The room was so large that its entirety could be seen at a glance; she truly couldn't fathom where such a massive amount of Poison of Corruption had come from.
"Hmm, actually, even after dealing with this Poison of Corruption, the salvation for this world is not yet over."
Li Xingkong pulled out another book, organized his thoughts, unsure how to reveal the truth of this world to her.
"My civilization has a little story about a person who dreamed he became a butterfly. When he woke up, he was confused, wondering whether he had dreamed he became a butterfly, or the butterfly had dreamed it was him."
"What's there to think about? He must have dreamt of butterflies. In dreams, of course..."
Ajieta paused, then picked up a book, but she couldn't understand the universal language written in it at all; the dense text only made her feel dizzy.
She put down the book she was holding and opened another one; the same words, and she couldn't understand them either.
So, we're living in a dream, aren't we?
She opened several books in succession, but she couldn't understand any of them. On the contrary, Li Xingkong read every single one of them.
Ajieta understood that the writing was not fake, but rather the common language of some place.
Based on what Li Xingkong said, she hesitantly voiced the conjecture that was hard for her to accept.
"That's right, we are indeed in a dream right now, and the one who created this dream is that goddess."
"For some reason, her world was destroyed, leaving her alone to eke out a living. In order to survive, she entered a deep slumber, and during this long slumber, this world was formed."
It seemed that Li Xingkong's explanation was too straightforward, which made it somewhat difficult for Ajieta to accept.
Living in someone else's dream—how could that not drive anyone crazy?
"So it's all fake, right? Then what's the point of all that work?"
Ajieta seemed quite frustrated. If it was just a dream, she would wake up sooner or later. What difference would it make whether she saved her or not?
Li Xingkong glanced at her. With the Thousand Mountains Method as his guide, what was this little difficulty?
Consider it a challenge set by your seniors.
"Like I said, even though you live in a dream, your past, everything about you, is a real life you lived. You have all your memories from birth to the present, so how can that not be considered a real life?"
"It's just that the world is a bit different; what impact does that have on you personally?"
"That's true, but dreams are illusory; once you wake up, they vanish into nothingness..."
Although she firmly believed in her own existence, she remained pessimistic about the existence of the world.