Hua Rong absolutely adores these moments where logic doesn't matter.

It seems that no matter where you are, only by being strong can you be fearless.

After crippling Shi Feng's cultivation, she tossed him aside.

Hua Zhongtian was sweating profusely, and he looked at Hua Rong as if he had seen a ghost.

Shi Feng's cultivation level was not far behind his, and he himself even felt that he might not be a match for Shi Feng, who cultivated the ruthless sword path.

However, Shi Feng was subdued by Hua Rong without even making a single move.

So if he rushed in, the result would likely be the same.

Sweat beaded on Hua Zhongtian's forehead as he looked at the silent Great Sage Reincarnation and said:

“Zhuanlun, the three of us have known each other for over a thousand years. What kind of situation is this? At worst, we can just give up the Martial Soul Pearl in the main hall. Shi Feng is also an old friend of yours. Can you really bear to see him treated like this?”

The pot-bellied monk, the Great Sage of the Wheel, patted his belly, glanced at Hua Zhongtian, and said coolly, "Of course... I can bear it!"

How could he not be able to bear it?

The beings of the True Spirit Continent were destroyed because of Wei Zheng's selfish desires.

If it weren't for Sect Leader Lin's desperate rescue, they would probably be dead by now.

Even in this fabricated world, not a trace of their existence can be found.

Hua Rong didn't want to listen to Hua Zhongtian's nonsense anymore, so she grabbed him directly.

He casually destroyed his cultivation and threw it together with Shi Feng.

"That counts as sparing their lives, right?"

The little monk Zhenwu said, "...You've already done it, so you don't need to ask me anymore."

Hua Rong: "I was just asking casually, you can just listen and forget about it."

At this point, she looked closely at the little monk Zhenwu: "It seems you've calmed down. Come to think of it, I only forced you into marriage once in a virtual past, so you shouldn't hold a grudge. After all, we didn't have a wedding night, and you're still practicing your ruthless Buddhist path."

The little monk Zhenwu's face darkened: "Please don't bring this up again, then we can talk properly."

Hua Rong patted his mouth: "Okay, I won't say anything."

The little monk Zhenwu glared at Hua Rong before looking at the golden palace. His expression was complex as he said:

"This used to be a place your father often came to."

“I’ve heard you say that he used to be very good friends with Wei Zheng.”

Since they are good friends, it's common for them to meet up in each other's territory for a couple of drinks.

"Yes, after your father failed to ascend, no one expected that the first person to raise the knife against him would not be his former opponents, but his closest friend."

Hua Rong didn't speak; she could imagine Lin Dong's anger and disbelief at that moment.

Even though, for some reason, he and Wei Zheng gradually drifted apart.

But he never expected that Wei Zheng would help him when he was in his most difficult time.

Was the world-ending war caused by their fight?

Hua Rong asked the question that had been bothering her for a long time.

If the destruction of the True Spirit Continent was due to the fight between the two, then Lin Dong would also bear some responsibility.

The little monk Zhenwu and the Great Sage of Reincarnation laughed at the same time, as if they had heard a joke.

This time, it was the Great Sage of Reincarnation who spoke up to explain: "How could a world be destroyed because of the fight between two Martial Emperors? It's because Wei Zheng attracted external enemies."

At this point, the Great Sage Reincarnated fell silent.

He seemed to see again the scene of the Martial Spirit Continent attacking the True Spirit Continent.

That was the first time he had ever witnessed true love that lasted until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled!

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

The sky is falling and the earth is cracking!

The world is destroyed!

"It can't be considered as inviting external enemies, after all, he himself is from the Martial Spirit Continent."

The young monk Zhenwu chimed in, "Do you know what the lie in that rumor is?"

Hearing his words, Hua Rong remembered the biggest lie in the "absolutely fictional" game that everyone wanted to know.

What is it?

The little monk Zhenwu chuckled self-deprecatingly: "It's very simple. In the eyes of the people of the Martial Spirit Continent, our True Spirit Continent is nothing more than a slave world."

"Everyone on the True Spirit Continent is their slave, and this world is nothing more than a reserve of slaves. In their eyes, everyone here is like a domesticated pig or dog."

"The place that all the Martial Emperors of the True Spirit Continent reach after their ascension is not the so-called Upper Realm, but Hell."

At this point, a murderous glint flashed in the eyes of the usually mild-mannered young monk Zhenwu.

"They do not allow the people of the True Spirit Continent to escape their control, so once someone's cultivation level on the True Spirit Continent exceeds their control range—that is, a Martial Emperor—they will try every means to eliminate them."

"It's like a game. The people of the Martial Spirit Continent are like those who play the game. They treat all the people of the True Spirit Continent as natives or NPCs, and arbitrarily control their lives and deaths."

"Even... the natural disasters that we see as devastating were caused by some of them when they wanted to have fun. Not to mention the large-scale wars between ordinary humans."

Hua Rong suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She hugged her chest with both hands, as if only in this way could she give herself a little warmth.

She thought the analogy of the little monk was very apt; it was like a game.

However, what's in the game isn't just a bunch of data, but real human lives.

"An apocalyptic war, absolutely fictional..." Hua Rong murmured softly, "Could it be that the True Spirit Continent will ultimately be destroyed? Was it the people of the Martial Spirit Continent who made the move?"

Just as the little monk was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds were gathering in the sky.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

It was as if a torrential downpour, enough to engulf the world, was about to fall.

The Great Sage of Reincarnation and Hua Rong were also startled and looked up at the sky.

"I'll answer you."

A voice, seemingly from ancient times, reached everyone's ears.

Hua Rong retreated, gathering all his magical power, barely managing to block the force.

Her face paled. Oh no, this person's power...

So strong!

Hua Rong carefully compared the voice in his mind and discovered the owner's cultivation level.

He's at least at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage, and seems to be close to the Great Ascension stage!

How could that be?

Isn't this a middle world?

How could someone with such cultivation level appear?

[Ahhh! Boss, this person is from a higher dimension!]

Upon hearing the sound, Hua Rong cursed, "Useless trash."

The facts are right in front of us, do I need to say it?

What she should be worried about now is that his cultivation level hasn't reached that point yet.

She knew she should have gone into seclusion until she reached the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm before emerging.

This is it, we're doomed!

Hua Rong tried to summon Fang Jie.

She breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, Fang Jie was still responding!

However, she would never run away like this unless absolutely necessary!

"Who knows if this person will just take Fang Jie away? If that happens, I'll really be fish on the chopping block!"