"If I could do it all over again, I would never want to make the same mistake again, but now I can only bury myself in deep regret."

Meng Fan's words were filled with deep self-reproach, which burned his heart constantly.

A woman walked up to him, and seeing his state, gently leaned on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Brother Meng, the weapons are in the hands of those in power, so you don’t need to blame yourself too much.”

Meng Fan sighed, “Every time night falls, I feel the pain of regret. The mistakes of the past have become wounds in my heart that can never be healed.”

The woman remained silent, knowing that words alone could not redeem Meng Fan's soul, and could only accompany him as he watched this desolate and broken world.

“Brother Meng, even if the apocalypse collapses, at least I’m still by your side.”

Meng Fan changed the subject, saying, "People experience joys and sorrows, separations and reunions. Minmei, it's time for us to part ways."

The woman seemed quite surprised, looking at Meng Fan's face. His wise eyes seemed to have seen through the essence of this world.

"What does Brother Meng mean by this?"

Meng Fan looked at the woman who had been with him for decades with deep affection.

"I have found my true self. I want to tell you that I wish us both well and that we will never see each other again. However, I do not want this relationship to end like this, but I cannot change reality."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled. The surrounding scenery became illusory and no longer real, and the world began to collapse.

"Congratulations, Brother Meng, on rediscovering your true self and achieving a state of perfect mental clarity!"

"Life is like a dream, a mixture of reality and illusion. Only by cherishing every experience can we find our true selves."

"Brother Meng's state of mind has been perfected, and from now on there will be no flaws!"

"Min'er, I'm leaving now. Thank you for your company along the way!"

The woman smiled at Meng Fan and waved to him.

"Brother Meng, life's journey is long, may your path of cultivation never cease, farewell!"

After she finished speaking, her figure vanished into nothingness, and the whole world disappeared as well. Meng Fan was plunged into darkness, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already woken up from his meditation!

Life is unpredictable. Cherish the present moment and be grateful, so you can enjoy the gifts of time.

"Entering the Dream of a Thousand Autumns, it truly lives up to its reputation as a supreme martial art that combines the essence of Western religions; its effects are remarkable!"

Meng Fan looked inward and discovered that his body had become a world, containing all three thousand laws. Although it could not yet compare to this universe, as no life had been born there, its foundation was much more solid than that of this universe.

Therefore, it's only a matter of time before the world within him surpasses this universe!

"Has he reached the Quasi-Saint level?"

"System, show me my current level."

[Ding! Host, your current level is level 6.]

"Level 6? Are all the levels from Great Luo to Quasi-Saint level 6? No wonder the system said that even Saints are only level 7."

"At this level, the effectiveness of lotteries begins to diminish; only by constantly comprehending the Great Dao can one make progress."

"Huh? Someone actually survived being trapped in my formation?"

Meng Fan stopped thinking about anything else and was about to turn around and leave this place where he had been in seclusion for a thousand years when he suddenly discovered that there was someone trapped inside the formation he had set up before his seclusion.

Although he set up this killing formation casually, it was impossible to survive without the cultivation of a quasi-saint. However, the person trapped had been trapped for an unknown amount of time and was still alive, which piqued his interest!

With a thought, Meng Fan appeared beside that person.

A burly man in purple robes lay unconscious within the formation, surrounded by a hazy blue light, clearly indicating that this energy was resisting the formation's erosion.

"Oh? A cultivator at the Tai Luo Golden Immortal realm? There are still Tai Luo cultivators in this universe?"

Meng Fan was quite surprised. In his mind, the highest level of cultivation that could be born in this universe was Taiyi Golden Immortal. Of course, people like him who had cheated were not included.

Therefore, he set up the formation casually, and now it seems that he was reckless. If this person's cultivation was ten times higher, wouldn't he have been completely dead in his condition at the time?

With that thought in mind, Meng Fan stopped thinking and reached out to grab it. The blue light barrier that could block the erosion of the array could not stop his big hand at all and shattered the moment it touched his hand.

Then he grabbed the big man and disappeared instantly.

When the burly man awoke, he found himself in a void, with an ordinary young man standing before him.

Upon closer inspection, the young man exuded no aura of turbulent waves; instead, he possessed only tranquility.

"Who are you!"

The big man wanted to get away, but he found that as soon as he had this thought, his magical power was completely uncontrollable, like solidified mud, completely still, which terrified him.

Meng Fan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the big man, who then saw his clear eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? The big man felt a starry depth in them, so deep that it was impossible to look directly at them!

Gods should not be looked at directly!

The burly man was startled, realizing that this was a power only a saint possessed, which meant that the young man before him was not far from the realm of a saint!

"I'll ask, you answer."

Meng Fan said calmly, his tone filled with an unyielding will.

The big man didn't take it seriously and was about to retort, but the words wouldn't come out.

This reminded him of the phrase: "Words become law!"

This is not a supernatural power, but rather a natural deterrent that powerful individuals, having reached a certain level of cultivation, exert when facing those with much lower cultivation levels.

"Who are you?"

The burly man kept his lips tightly shut, but still couldn't help opening them and saying, "My name is Zhou Yi, and I am the head of the nine kings under the Evil God."

"Where are you from?"

The big man looked terrified, wanting to resist but helpless, his body had already slipped out of his control.

"The Chaotic Sea Evil God World".

What brings you here?

"Harvest this universe."

How to harvest?

"We will offer sacrifices to the Heavenly Dao of this universe, and harvest them when the Heavenly Dao grows to have a total of 1,099 laws."

Meng Fan suddenly realized that if this Heavenly Dao were sacrificed, this universe would instantly become the Dharma-ending Age, with only basic living conditions remaining.

Even the technology of the Tianze Star Region would collapse in an instant.

This is all because the laws have been plundered.

Why have you come to me?

“Because I felt that someone here had achieved the Great Luo, I reported it to the evil god, but the reply I received was that I should ignore it, so I came back to find out.”

"What is the cultivation level of your evil god?"

"Peak of Quasi-Saint".

"Are you a dignified evil god who isn't even a saint? Tell me about the general situation of the Chaos Sea."

"The Chaos Sea is boundless, and no one can reach its edge. There are countless such universes in the Chaos, and no one can count them. Our Evil God World only knows the location of the entrances to a few dozen nearby worlds. The strength of each world is different, and they are generally classified according to the Heavenly Dao of the world."