The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

As the fog gradually dissipated, the sky was blood-red, the earth was cracked and scorched, and a pungent odor filled the air.

A huge, pale, bone-like moon hung high in the sky, coldly watching over this land of despair.

Su Yuehe found herself standing atop a mountain made of countless white bones.

Before her, on the throne of bones, Chen Guan rested his chin on his hand, looking down at her with eyes that held only godlike indifference and ruthlessness.

This is a mental purgatory that Chen Guan tailored specifically for her.

In this world, Chen Guan is the only creator god.

Su Yuehe's body began to bend uncontrollably, fine beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, and her body trembled from the immense resistance.

She gritted her teeth and used all her mental strength to resist the malice coming from the whole world.

Although Su Yuehe had previously sensed that Chen Guan's spiritual power was different from others, she had never felt this strange power so clearly.

In the instant that grayish-white mist appeared, Su Yuehe could feel that even her own chains of rules trembled, something that had never happened before.

No, we absolutely cannot continue to let ourselves be slaughtered like this.

Regardless of the true nature of this grayish-white mist, she must first see through the real and feints within this illusion in order to break its defenses.

From the outside, the audience only saw that after Chen Guan closed his eyes, Su Yuehe's body trembled, and her face instantly turned ashen, as if she were enduring some unseen terrifying attack.

"What happened?"

"It's an illusion. Chen Guan dragged her into his mental world."

"How can we fight like this? In other people's world, wouldn't we just be at their mercy?"

Everyone who supported Su Yuehe was on tenterhooks.

In the illusion, Su Yuehe's body was bent into a bow.

She could feel her mental defenses crumbling inch by inch before that tyrannical, blood-red full moon.

More and more negative things broke through her defenses and appeared before her eyes.

She never imagined that a person's mental world could be so dark and twisted.

Everything here is the opposite of the order and beauty she believed in.

Despair, pain, madness—countless negative emotions gnawed at her will like a persistent carbuncle.

"Give up." Chen Guan's voice rang out again: "The order you uphold means nothing here."

Su Yuehe raised her head and looked at the indifferent figure on the throne. In those eyes that were always full of starlight, a flame of indomitable spirit ignited.

"No."

She spoke with difficulty, each word distinct, raising her hand and pointing her slender index finger at the pale, bone-like moon and the blood-red sky.

"There should be light in this place."

boom.

Words are law.

Even in the mental purgatory created by Chen Guan, the rules of the Word Master were still forcibly torn open.

The pale, bone-like moon burst forth with dazzling light, dispelling the crimson hue of the sky.

The warm, holy golden sunlight pierced through the clouds like a sharp sword, sprinkling down on this desolate, scorched earth.

Under the sunlight, the hideous white bones began to melt away, and tender green grass sprouted from the cracked earth.

"There should be life here."

Su Yuehe's voice rang out again.

The greenery spread wildly at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, the desolate wasteland of bones was transformed into a vibrant grassland.

The smell of sulfur and decay in the air was replaced by the fresh fragrance of grass and trees.

The entire world is being forcibly taken from Chen Guan's control by her words.

On the throne, Chen Guan's brows finally furrowed.

He felt his control over the world was rapidly slipping away.

The will that weighed on Su Yuehe also melted away under the sunlight.

Su Yuehe straightened up. She stood on the green grass, bathed in the warm sunlight, and smiled as she looked at the figure on the throne.

"This is no longer your world."

"It's my turn."

She raised her hand and pointed at the coffin on the throne.

"Here, royal power is forbidden."

Click.

The throne beneath Chen's coffin, built of countless white bones, was covered in cracks before collapsing.

He fell from mid-air, landing somewhat awkwardly on the soft grass, before rolling over and getting to his feet.

This was a mistake... Chen Guan thought to himself, this is bad. In terms of mental strength alone, he, a half-baked expert, is really no match for Su Yuehe.

At this moment, the positions between the two were completely reversed.

Now, Su Yuehe is the ruler of this world that she has rewritten.

The illusion has been broken.

Outside, Su Jin nodded almost imperceptibly, a slight smile playing on her lips.

As expected of her daughter, she has remarkably keen observation skills.

So much so that one could immediately discern that the brilliance of that illusion lay in constructing a world, and that entire world became a real illusion.

The feint became the coffin sitting high on the throne; whether or not the illusory sorcerer existed, it had little impact on the illusion.

On the field, Chen Guan opened his eyes.

He lost the first round.

He underestimated the power of words, and he also underestimated Su Yuehe.

He thought illusions were attacks from a higher dimension, but he never expected that the opponent's words could even alter the rules of the illusion.

"Kid, you got screwed, huh?"

In his mind, Baal's gloating voice rang out: "I told you, all your fancy tricks are useless against someone who plays by the rules. You have to be even more unreasonable than her."

Chen Guan ignored Baal's taunts and focused his gaze on the arena beneath his feet.

This land has witnessed countless battles and borne countless glories and defeats.

He suddenly laughed: "Yes, it's time to be even more unreasonable."

"Mythology Series, Echoes"

"grudge."

An indescribable resentment, centered on the coffin, swept across the entire arena like a tidal wave.

The air temperature above the stadium plummeted, as if it had instantly plunged from the height of summer into the depths of winter.

Everyone felt a chill that came from the depths of their souls.

It was a collection of negative emotions, including despair, resentment, bitterness, and pain.

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, illusory and distorted shadows began to emerge from beneath the stadium tiles, from within the walls, and from the air.

The first one to appear was Hiiragi Seihachi.

He was still handsome, but his eyes no longer held any pride. All that remained was the endless bewilderment and resentment that followed the shattering of his Dao heart with a single blow. In his hand was a folding fan formed from his resentment.

Next up was Ivan.

His massive mechanical body was completely corroded by rust, and ominous sparks flew from his joints. He muttered repeatedly, "Flesh and blood are weak, machines ascend, why...?"

Then came Charles.

His entire body was charred black, like charcoal, and his body was wrapped in uncontrolled blue arcs of electricity, which tore him apart again and again. His face was full of astonishment, unable to believe that he would be devoured by the power.