The morning sun came on the sixth day.

But the dim blood-red sunrise was already covered with black cracks, and it was obvious that it might break apart at any time.

The confrontation between the God of Destruction and the God of Ending continues.

In this duel that lasted all night, there were no fancy magics or weird and thrilling skills.

Everything is a collision of strength and size.

Everything is a trade-off between the will to live and the will to die.

One wants to survive and reproduce, and the other holds the consciousness of each other and drags the other to be buried together.

Time passed minute by minute in the tragic showdown between the two. As the countdown to the collapse of the world came, the people watching the battle at the airport no longer had the patience to see with their own eyes who the winner of this showdown was.

Is it the God of Death who will run out of gas first, or the God of the End who will disappear from this world first? The answer to this question is obviously not as important as your own life.

It’s not like no one wants to help Kill the God, and they can only get a share of the reward from the God of Ending.

But this is not a simple matter. Everyone is dissuaded by acquaintances around them or their own hearts.

The will to die seems to have turned into reality, which can't help but make people feel frightened.

Stepping forward to help Zhan Shen share the pressure? No, that would actually be tantamount to directly becoming his enemy.

One after another, the audience members who understood the reading atmosphere reluctantly packed up their things and returned to the Ark of Hongjie.

The equipment at this airport was soon dismantled, leaving only an empty floating platform.

Since the world has reached the end of collapse and the game will be over if we don't leave, then this floating platform, which actually cost very little to build, is not worth dismantling.

This is quite cheap.

This guy had actually been watching the battle from an observation deck with a good view at the airport, but no one could notice him.

Under the umbrella, Xingji lay on the easy chair and took a sip of an unknown drink, then placed the cup on the table nearby.

"It seems that everyone has dispersed..."

After confirming that only he and Zhanshen were left in this world, Xingke muttered to himself and took back the pressure of his magic power that had spread throughout the world.

Then the heavy atmosphere that pervaded the world suddenly lightened up.

The speed of the world's collapse seems to have slowed down, as if the doomsday scenario that was about to arrive in the next second has been slightly delayed.

"Okay, I admit it. I deliberately accelerated the process of world collapse and released the news one day in advance, so that those lovely young people also retreated one day in advance." Xingke seemed to be muttering to himself.

However, at some point, the figure of Meteora appeared next to him.

She held the closed Book of Ten Thousand Miles, sat calmly and dignifiedly on an invisible chair in mid-air, and said:

"I didn't ask anything."

"I think you want to ask." Xingke smiled inexplicably.

Meteora didn't know how to answer. She looked at the tragic battle of God-Slaying in the distance, then looked back at the star moment where she was appreciating all this as a [wonderful drama], and asked:

"How did you get rid of [Illya]?"

Xingke laughed when he heard this and complained: "Look at what you said, it's like Ilia is a clinging woman. It's very rude to her..."

"She was originally a [shackle]. The future you put it on you personally in order to bind you to the courtyard of death."

Meteora said as if it was a matter of course, and now she was planning to confess to Xingke:

"If [future you] hadn't delivered the seven black books spanning the world to you at the most appropriate time...

If those seven black books hadn't already anchored the world coordinates from the beginning...

You will not take Illya to that world, and we will not meet in that world...

The Ark of the Macro Realm and the Garden of Death will not be built."

"Ha, ha, ha, that's it, I don't know, but what does this have to do with the shackles?" Xing Ke asked with a smile that was full of praise.

It was as if he had already understood all these things, but in fact he really didn't know.

Meteora sighed slightly and continued:

"We, the Ark of the Macrorealm, the Courtyard of the Dead, Illya—actually, they are all the same.

Cut off from your home world and wandering in the endless void, you need a place to return to, which you can call an [anchor].

In order to give your wandering self a reason to return there, you also prepared a [shackle] link between the anchor and yourself - that is, us, that is, Illya.

Each chain binds you to your anchor, giving you a reason to return at any time."

After saying this, Meteora paused for a moment, then seemed helpless and complained, but her voice remained calm and said:

"...Really, you obviously no longer have the concept of emotion, sensibility, and emotion, but you have to force yourself to pretend that you still have these.

You still insist on us cooperating with your [acting]——"

"Okay, okay. Just assume that everything you said is right." Xingji promptly interrupted Meteora who was speaking too openly.

Then he changed the topic and said:

"You answered a question for me, and in exchange, I will answer a question for you.

Do you want to know why I separated from Illya?

It's simple, because this world and Macro Realm Ark are not on the same timeline."

Since it is no longer on the same timeline, the star moment that already controls part of the time authority can perform some abnormal operations.

"After using the most violent method to open this space-time rift, and from the moment Brother Zhanshen incited the crowd, the purpose of diverting internal conflicts was actually achieved.

Although I feel a little sorry for Brother Zhanshen, from that moment on, whether this alien world cleanup mission is successful or not, it actually doesn’t matter."

Xing Ke opened his palms indifferently and placed them in the center of his field of vision.

At this time, in his eyes, the battle between Zhan Shen and the God of Ending was as if it was happening on the stage in the palm of his hand.

"Then, I have to talk about the special girl I got from Yukino-chan.

Her ability to guide others to invade someone's subconscious world is really interesting.

Therefore, after opening the space-time rift and not caring about this matter for the time being, I proposed Illya——

Do you want to take a look inside my subconscious?

--so."

"...I see, if this is the case, the child must be very excited." Meteora closed her eyes and admitted silently.

"Illya must be playing freely in my memory world now.

The flow rate of time in the world in the subconscious can be adjusted; I can also adjust the flow rate of time in the courtyard of death in some subtle ways.

And I myself am in this world that is about to collapse, and I get some time to watch the movie alone."

After three layers of time concepts, it is no worse than a story about stealing dream space.

"Well, then, just think of it as some married man secretly having a bachelor party while his legal wife is doing facial mask and SAP. In fact, the nature is similar..."

"Then, when Illya notices it..." Meteora murmured with understanding.

"I must be dead."

Xingke took a sip of the drink, exhaled softly and said:

"Since the world with the same personality as mine is coming to an end and collapse, then I should be able to catch this ride.
Chapter completed!