After Chapter 318 was released, time passed slowly, and...

Time passed slowly, and as the number of miniature worlds increased, the space in the room became much smaller.

Left with no other choice, Sang Zhitao opened the door and pushed a portion of the small world into the courtyard.

She stood before the stone table that Wang Heshi once loved most, looking up at the green light screen and the darkness beyond it, her heart sinking deeper and deeper.

Apart from the initial period of fluctuation, there has been no further fluctuation over the years.

The entire space was often so quiet that you could hear her breathing.

As a result, she became increasingly obsessed with creating her own little world.

As she watched the small world gradually evolve into the form she had once seen, she became more and more certain of her guesses and more and more eager to return to Earth.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a white light struck the courtyard.

The courtyard was like a football that had been hit, soaring high before crashing heavily into the deep sky.

Sang Zhitao struggled to her feet, supporting herself on the stone table. Rubbing her forehead, which she had accidentally bumped, she quickly walked to the edge of the courtyard.

Countless times she had pressed herself against the green light screen, trying to glean even the slightest bit of information from within it, hoping that those two familiar figures would appear before her.

Unfortunately, she never got her wish.

This time was the same as before.

If it weren't for the small worlds scattered throughout the courtyard, that white light would seem like a hallucination caused by Sang Zhitao staying there for too long.

Sang Zhitao swallowed hard, flicked her sleeve, and the little worlds obediently lined up and squatted at the door.

Feeling the power within her body far exceeding her initial strength, Sang Zhitao looked at the green light screen again.

After thinking for a moment, she placed her hand on the light screen.

A green light emanated from her palm and was transmitted into the light screen.

The green light, which shared the same origin as the light curtain, gradually eroded the light curtain, interspersed with golden specks of light.

Before long, Sang Zhitao's face began to turn pale.

After a while, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

A very soft cracking sound rang in her ears.

Sang Zhitao's face immediately lit up with joy: "Great, it really works."

She didn't remember which day or year she was imprisoned, but it must have been when she created the eighth world that she wondered if she could use her own power to break through this barrier of light.

Unfortunately, at that time, her power was vastly different from her master's. Her power had no effect on the light barrier at all, and was even mostly absorbed by it.

Later, she tried it out in almost every world she created.

Even today, when she saw that white light, a feeling suddenly welled up inside her: the time had come…

really!

Sang Zhitao secretly praised him in her heart.

She could feel a tremendous suction force constantly drawing away her power, and the suction force grew stronger as the cracking sounds continued to ring out.

Even though she was pale and her vision was blurring, she couldn't hide her excitement. She had finally waited for this day!

A louder and clearer cracking sound rang out in the empty world.

The light curtain in front of them suddenly vanished into the empty world.

Suddenly losing her support, Sang Zhitao almost fell out of the courtyard.

Fortunately, she still retained some consciousness and quickly reacted, directly waving her sleeve and using her remaining strength to transform into tentacles to grab the big tree in the yard.

Sang Zhitao, panting heavily, slumped in the courtyard, looking down at her tentacles and unable to help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

She looked down at her legs again.

Where the legs should have been, seven pink tentacles were now entangled and fighting.

"I..." A phrase from the national treasure almost escaped her lips.

"How did I become an octopus..." she exhaled slowly, trying to calm her racing heart, and couldn't help but say.

"Peach?!" Just as she was surprised, the king, whom she hadn't seen for many years, was looking at her excitedly in his battle armor.

"Wang?" Sang Zhitao looked up at him blankly, somewhat puzzled. "Why are you here?"

As she spoke, Sang Zhitao tilted her head, trying to see if her master was following behind her.

Before she could see clearly, Wang suddenly ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

Sang Zhitao was taken aback by his action and instinctively reached out to hug him back.

As a result, she discovered that her current body shape was no longer the same as when the other person could pick her up with one hand.

At this point, she could barely wrap her arms around him.

“I’ve been searching for a long time… I thought…” Wang’s voice was filled with excitement, but Sang Zhitao always felt that there was a certain emotion in his tone.

He released Sang Zhitao and looked closely at her face. "You've grown up better than I imagined."

"I..." Sang Zhitao hesitated for a moment before asking, "Where is Shi? Why haven't I seen her?"

A trace of sadness flashed across Wang's face upon hearing this: "Master died in war, seventy thousand years ago..."

“Seven...seventy thousand years?!” Sang Zhitao stared at the king in shock, then looked back at the small world that had filled the hut and half the courtyard. “It’s been that long…”

Sang Zhitao's face gradually turned pale.

Her neck stiffened as she turned to look at Wang, her voice trembling as she asked, "Then... can I... still go home?"

Wang opened his mouth, glanced at the small worlds with shock in his eyes, and then slowly shook his head: "I don't know."

“Then…” Sang Zhitao gripped the other’s arm tightly, about to ask something but then fell silent, “Never mind…”

"What is war? How could something have happened to the division?" Sang Zhitao didn't want to stop asking about Earth's affairs, but her mind was too chaotic right now, so she could only focus on other things in front of her to calm down.

Wang seemed to understand her feelings, suppressing the urge to pat Sang Zhitao's head, and said, "Seventy thousand years ago, I went to the Tomb of the Gods, hoping to find information about the legends, but I never expected..."

As Wang explained, Sang Zhitao gradually understood.

The world of the gods was not as peaceful and tranquil as she had seen it. On the contrary, as the small worlds collapsed more and more frequently over the years, many gods lost their power and entered the divine tombs.

As more and more gods die and fewer and fewer new gods are born, many families feel a sense of crisis.

Therefore, over the years, many families have put forward various speculations and solutions, including some outrageous proposals.

For example, some families have proposed forcibly absorbing the power of the smaller worlds to replenish their lost power.

For example, some gods suggested learning some practices from the smaller worlds, such as direct blood sacrifice, to see if they could forcibly extract power from the soul of the Holy Spirit.

The first method was successful for some, but they ultimately died from the accelerated loss of their power.

The gods discovered that when they forcibly absorbed the smaller worlds, their power was lost even faster; the rate of absorption could never keep up with the rate of loss.

The second method, although the gods discovered that the power of the soul could replenish some of their divine power, was extremely weak. Destroying millions of worlds might not be as effective as cultivating diligently for a year or two.

Later, there were even gods who assassinated their comrades and forcibly absorbed the power of their own kind, but unfortunately they died even faster.

Until a million years ago, someone proposed a way to absorb the world's consciousness.

They stripped off a portion of their own souls, allowing it to become the world's consciousness, thereby devouring the power of that world.

Finally, it devours the world's consciousness; since they share the same origin, they are easier to absorb.

They succeeded.

This method can indeed prolong one's life, but it also destroys a great deal of the world.

However, some of the gods fell in love with the creatures in the small world and were unwilling to devour them.

Later, when the king discovered this, in order to prevent the number of gods who were harming the small world from increasing, he forcibly stripped them of their power and suppressed them in the God's Tomb.

“I didn’t expect that even in their slumber they would still use their divided souls to absorb those worlds.” Wang rubbed his temples. “Many of those destroyed small worlds were secretly absorbed by them.”

"Doesn't this method have any drawbacks?" Sang Zhitao frowned. She didn't believe that such selfish behavior was permitted by the laws of nature.

Although this is the world of gods, seemingly without any rules, even gods must abide by the laws of the divine realm.

Wang gave a wry smile and shook his head: "How could there be no drawbacks?"

"Once the soul is separated, problems such as loss of reason will occur." He looked at Sang Zhitao as he spoke, "Didn't you feel it?"

Sang Zhitao stared blankly at him, then pointed to herself in a daze: "Me?"

Wang nodded: "Your half and you are less like two souls in one body, and more like fragments of your divine soul."

“How could that be?” Sang Zhitao waved her hands repeatedly. “I never thought I would act like I lost my mind.”

“That’s because you were reincarnated,” Wang sighed. “You were reincarnated using a human body. As a human, your fragmented soul was enough; but after transforming into a divine body, your soul was no longer sufficient.”

"What about your emotions?" Wang asked softly, his eyes fixed on her.

“Emotions…?” Sang Zhitao stared at him in astonishment, her heart filled with confusion.

"Since you came to the realm of gods, you seem to have experienced both laughter and tears, but do you really have such heavy emotional fluctuations in your heart? Or are you just telling yourself how to express yourself here?"

I don't think so!

Just as Wang was staring intently at her, waiting for her answer, Sang Zhitao replied firmly.

Wang paused for a moment before shaking his head again: "Perhaps, perhaps because your experience of becoming human is too profound, or perhaps because you have been the world consciousness for too long, so that even if you lose control, you can still control yourself by instinct."

As he spoke, Wang suddenly raised his hand to attack Sang Zhitao.

Sang Zhitao instinctively jumped back, then raised one of her tentacles and lashed out at the other.

Seeing that she was fighting in her original form, Wang also conjured a golden-green tentacle on the spot and started fighting her.

As the two tentacles, one pink and one green, collided, a powerful force rippled outwards, shattering the courtyard.

Countless tiny worlds, like glowing ping-pong balls, rolled one by one into the void.

Wang smirked and said jokingly, "It's over. You've wasted 70,000 years of your life. Your return home is indefinitely postponed."

Sang Zhitao stared blankly at the vanished little world, feeling a sudden rush of anger and hatred welling up from the bottom of her heart.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked at the mocking Wang, and she said, enunciating each word clearly, "You! Intentionally!"

Wang smiled and nodded: "You look even more like a god now..."

"Fallen God!"

He suddenly shouted sharply, then quickly approached Sang Zhitao and swung his tentacles to smash the small house behind her.

The few remaining small worlds rolled into the void along with the collapse of the hut.

"...Your Majesty!!" Sang Zhitao's pink body gradually turned red.

It was as red as fresh blood, dazzling to the eye.

Her eyes were stained black, and eventually no other color could be seen.

Sang Zhitao couldn't remember what happened after that, but roughly she went on a rampage against the king like a madwoman and fought a very fierce battle with him.

This battle tore that small void realm to shreds.

When she awoke, she was floating in the original divine realm, looking up at the void above, but she heard the king's voice in her ears.

The voice carried a mix of emotion and something else that was hard to define.

"Did you get what you wanted, Moon..."

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Author's note: Maybe we should forget about taking a break to catch up on the story. I really can't do it, I'm stuck. [crying emoji]