What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

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The real world.

Centered on Gu Yuqiu, beyond a three-meter radius, the original appearance was no longer discernible, leaving only ruins.

Countless high-rise buildings collapsed, steel bars protruding from the shattered concrete, and dust filled the air.

Just moments ago, this was one of the most bustling areas in Tokyo.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the silhouettes of the distant buildings became clear once more, creating an intensely oppressive feeling compared to the ruins here.

Su Yan's confidant, an important figure in the natural disaster messenger, looked at this scene with an unpleasant expression, but there was a strange emotion in his eyes that was hard to detect.

She shifted her gaze slightly, her eyes landing on Gu Yuqiu's back, thinking to herself, "Just how much do you like the Innocent Empress?"

She was certain that the people she had previously mentioned would never have given her advance notice of the evacuation; their concern for the safety of the people meant that ignoring the situation was the most likely explanation.

As she pondered these matters, she looked at the representatives of the various forces in Yingzhou who were watching her and calmly said, "As long as people are alive, everything is acceptable."

After saying that, an idea suddenly came to her mind.

—If Gu Yuqiu died today, could Su Yan accept it?

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The virtual realm is at the very center of the battlefield.

The phantom formed from the primordial will silently watched Gu Yuqiu.

Above the two, the clouds had been torn apart, and the battle between Songtang and Jiehai Monk continued.

Lightning flashes appeared intermittently, illuminating the world below—those were the white cat's most ferocious claws!

Faced with such a terrifying attack, the monk Jiehai was already at a disadvantage and could only defend himself.

The problem is that he is called the Stone Man because his greatest strength is defense, and he has rarely been defeated since the revival of spiritual energy.

After the turmoil that occurred in Yingzhou a few years ago was quelled, he was not the only fifth-order cultivator still alive, but Su Yan ultimately chose him as her representative, for a reason that was not very important.

—If Yingzhou were to face another major conspiracy and upheaval, the monk Jiehai would be the most likely to survive and hold out until Su Yan arrives.

Once caught in this battle, Pine Sugar has almost no chance of escaping.

Gu Yuqiu was well aware of this, and never harbored unrealistic hopes, nor did she feel despair because of it.

Even as the giant phantom's fist slammed directly into her, this calm remained unchanged.

With a loud bang.

Smoke and dust rose again.

Then came a series of shattering sounds as the dilapidated wall was broken open once more, revealing a rather delicate-looking gap.

Gu Yuqiu was at the end of these gaps.

Her clothes were slightly disheveled, no longer as neat as before, and her hair tie had broken in some collision, leaving her cascading silver hair scattered and covered in dust.

Her expression remained calm, but she looked truly pitiful, as if she were about to collapse.

"You're only a third-tier cultivator after all. If you don't use the Ancient Scroll of Slumber soon..."

The primordial voice came from afar: "You will die."

Gu Yuqiu didn't speak. She reached out and brushed the dust off her clothes, walked through the gap she had created, and returned to the sky.

If this physical body was not a perfect creation she made herself as a god, in terms of appearance or anything else, then she is already dead.

Just like the content of that sentence, she is currently only at the third level, and has no chance of winning against the embodiment of the primordial will.

But that's not the most important issue.

More importantly, the powers she once controlled are slipping away from her, leaving only those that she originally possessed.

In other words, she is becoming an ordinary person.

This is one of the reasons why she didn't put up any resistance when she was hit head-on by that punch.

Gu Yuqiu looked into the distance, at the huge phantom and the turbulent, deep mist, and waved his hand.

The sky suddenly brightened.

Countless powerful attacks appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the entire world like fireworks, then transformed into shooting stars, instantly traversing thousands of meters and crashing towards the phantom.

People watching this scene felt strangely familiar, and then they remembered that these were the attacks that Gu Yuqiu had previously covered up and eliminated with his dream.

It is quite unexpected that she would summon it back from her dream to become her weapon in order to fight against the original will.

However, this makes no sense.

The original entity didn't even glance at the fireworks display. The mist enveloping it flowed on its own, forming several vortexes that directly swallowed up the attacks.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Gu Yuqiu remained expressionless, having anticipated this, and his figure suddenly vanished.

—In her judgment, all attacks below the fifth rank are meaningless to the Primordial One, and this attack was to confirm this idea.

If she's wrong, and a fourth-tier cultivator can harm that phantom, then she will not hesitate to step into the fourth tier and end the battle immediately.

Unfortunately, she was right.

At the very moment she vanished, a thick fog surged in like a tide, colliding directly with the ruins with a deafening roar that swallowed up the spot where she had been standing.

She didn't turn around, sensing everything happening behind her, but only felt emptiness.

That void is the deepest level of illusory realm.

This is the original phantom, abandoning all extraordinary means and choosing to fight in the most basic way. This is the real reason behind it.

As for that punch earlier, if he hadn't been sure it posed no threat, how could Gu Yuqiu have dared to take it?

The problem is that determining these things seems to have absolutely no bearing on the outcome of this battle.

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"I have cut off your source of power."

"You can't directly break through to the fifth rank."

"No matter how deep your knowledge is, there will always be an end to it."

"Give up. As long as you give up the Scroll of Sleep, you will be invincible again and can defeat me easily."

"Don't you think that the way you're running around and dodging is pathetic, like a mouse being toyed with?"

"Isn't this something to be angry about?!"

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Amidst the sounds of wind and waves, roars, and countless battles, this ethereal and fragmented whisper was interspersed.

The voice lingered, never ceasing no matter how Gu Yuqiu's position changed, always hovering in her ears.

Her reaction was remarkably calm, as if she hadn't been affected in the slightest.

However, this had little impact on the battle situation.

After several attacks, the mist that had enveloped the enormous phantom gradually dispersed to all sides of the illusory realm, forming a thin layer of mist at the edges.

This thin mist acted like a barrier, not only vaguely obscuring the view of the onlookers but also extinguishing their thoughts of intervening at crucial moments.

The intelligence officer from the Special Affairs Bureau stationed in Yingzhou, looking at the faint mist, couldn't help but feel anxious. He subtly observed his surroundings, trying to find the old director.

The distance between Shinchu and Tokyo is not too long; it takes less than five hours by commercial flight. And the speed of the Vientiane Road, which is controlled by the Special Affairs Bureau, is undoubtedly extremely fast.

Nearly ten minutes have passed since that phone call ended. As one of the few near-god-level powerhouses in the world, the old director should have arrived by now.

Why can't we see anyone now?

He looked at Gu Yuqiu's barely visible figure, pondered the question, and then came to an answer, his face instantly turning pale.

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A fierce wind raged continuously within the virtual realm.

So the dust never settled.

When the phantom threw another punch, repeating the same action as before, resulting in the same outcome, and Gu Yuqiu successfully dodged it again, the battle did not continue.

The primordial voice rang out again: "Can you feel it now? That feeling you had when you first came into this world, all alone, with no one to turn to."

This feeling is both loneliness and a harbinger of impending death.

Gu Yuqiu stood on a broken wall, with a thin mist below.

She raised her hand, tidying her slightly disheveled hair, and said softly, "A little."

Yuan Chu asked indifferently, "Then why do you insist on not using the Ancient Scroll of Sleep? Even if you are unwilling to give up your ideas, you could at least burn a page to ease the situation, right?"

This is its most perplexing question.

Gu Yuqiu thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I actually enjoy this feeling, and since we met again today after so long, I just forgot about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mist around him suddenly churned, like undulating ocean waves.

Its voice rose, and it asked, "Now that you've remembered, shouldn't someone like you give up on your principles?"

"Are you... mistaken about something?"

Gu Yuqiu looked at it and said those words very seriously.

The conversation was not kept secret from the onlookers outside the virtual realm; the entire world heard it clearly, and no one missed it.

People couldn't help but wonder, pondering what they had thought wrong.

Did you actually have a backup plan, and were you not really in dire straits? Was all the previous misery just a facade?

Or perhaps Su Yan has already quietly arrived, watching what's happening from some corner, ready to take you down at the last moment?