"The thread of cause and effect... revealed!"

Countless threads appeared out of thin air in the void. They emerged from nothingness and returned to nothingness. They were clearly there, yet they seemed to be in different times and spaces, untouchable. They carried a strong force of cause and effect, a manifestation of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect—the threads of cause and effect.

Finally, there is fate.

"The Pen of Destiny... Go!"

The Brush of Destiny, representing fate, appeared above Diefang and the others, pulsating with the power of destiny. It seemed to possess a unique magic, as if mastering it would allow one to write their own destiny. However... not everyone is qualified or capable of writing the manifestation of the Great Dao of Destiny—the Brush of Destiny.

Beside the strange phenomenon of the four great paths appearing, there was a tiny, almost imperceptible tuft of white hair.

Chenxi stared blankly at the four incredibly dense avenues above her head.

She sensed that this was probably the Great Dao hidden within the secret realm, but...

The Diefang sisters had just said they were going to set off to search, and this was thrown in their faces?!

She seemed to see those four strange-looking things giving Diefang and her companions endless admiring looks.

But things weren't as she thought.

Under their settings, the moment they come into contact with the manifestation of the Great Dao, they will first enter an incredibly realistic world.

There, the passage of time is a secret.

Everything was fake, but they did have a real master.

If they could, they could stay as long as they wanted and do whatever they wanted to their master inside.

Because everything is fake.

But when you wake up from the dream, the most real fruit will appear.

Even though you know it's a dream, Haotian is real too. How long will you all remain obsessed...?

Haotian quietly watched Diefang and the other three.

It wasn't that she wanted it this way; she just hoped that if they liked her to the point of being unable to extricate themselves, then this would be an opportunity.

A chance to fully realize oneself, everything is fake, but when everything is fake and real, then it can be real, of course, for them.

A hundred years in the illusion of time? If that's not enough, how about a thousand? If that's still not enough, how about ten thousand?

If they wished, Haotian believed the Spirit of Time would grant their wish. Their uninhibited, bold love for themselves would gradually diminish with the passage of time.

That strand of white hair carried her personality, her appearance, her voice, and everything about her.

She is placed in an illusion, and in that illusion, she is herself.

Go ahead and play... Do all the things you only dared to think about before.

Once you're tired of playing around... then you have to face the harsh reality.

Hopefully, they can become numb to this fake relationship...