Chapter 1342: A Thought Eternal

Tianlong fell silent, merely observing the entire plan from the sidelines.

Even someone as scheming as Tianlong could only inwardly marvel at the brilliance of the operation after witnessing it unfold.

The plan had been set into motion from the very beginning with the “Cangjie Chess.”

As the first link in the chain, Dilong was meant to willingly die within the “Cangjie Chess.” Upon her death, the “Barrier” technique would dissipate, gradually restoring the memories of those who had been driven to madness.

Simultaneously, a team outside the “Cangjie Chess” arena began dismantling the giant clock and display screens. This fragmented group was known as the “Extreme Path.”

This step not only strengthened the participants’ techniques but also added to the number of those who had descended into madness—though more and more were regaining their memories.

To successfully breach the Azure Dragon’s defenses, a trusted team had to be deployed to eliminate the “Divine Beasts.” This suicidal squad was called the “Cats.”

Both teams encountered minor flaws in their execution, which were then rectified by a mobile unit—this self-sacrificing group bore the name “Paradise Entrance.”

Subsequently, the rebels awakened the “Natives,” seized the corridors, liberated the “Ants,” slaughtered the “Celestial-tier,” and infiltrated the “Train Engine.” What seemed impossible was achieved almost seamlessly through sheer unity.

Then came the assault on the “Azure Dragon.”

In an audacious twist, Qixia had arranged for a “Troublemaker” to traverse the entire corridor and reach the “Train Engine,” infiltrating the Azure Dragon’s chamber. Through prolonged manipulation, this “Troublemaker” had been made utterly loyal to the Azure Dragon.

As a result, before the Azure Dragon could even reach its final phase, its conviction wavered, its techniques destabilized, its followers fractured, and its fortune plummeted.

Legend had it that the Divine Beast Azure Dragon presided over the East. A single stroke of “Diverting Trouble Eastward” had paved the way for its downfall.

Tianlong couldn’t help but wonder—if he were caught in such a scheme, how could he ensure his own survival?

The only way to counter it would be to uncover the plan in advance and eliminate everyone involved.

Yet every link in this plan operated independently. No matter who died, the remaining parts would still proceed smoothly. In this seemingly airtight scheme, many didn’t even know their own allies.

Thus, while casualties might slow the operation, no matter how dire the situation, victory remained within reach.

Upon reflection, even if one were to kill the leader of the “Extreme Path,” the “Cats,” “Paradise Entrance,” or even Qixia himself, someone would always step in to complete the plan.

To halt this full-scale rebellion, one would have to kill as many as possible.

But even knowing this… how could such a plan, which had even eluded Tianshe’s “Mind Reading” and Tiangou’s “Spiritual Hearing,” be easily uncovered?

As the dream progressed, Tianlong grew increasingly uneasy.

This rebellion seemed different from the one he had just experienced.

Having spent most of his time in slumber, Tianlong couldn’t pinpoint the exact distinctions. The only glaring difference was that this operation lacked any mention of the “Tree.”

In the dream, the two “Heavenly Virtues” unleashed their full might—one assaulting the Azure Dragon, the other charging toward Tianlong upon his throne.

Though the Azure Dragon wished for Tianlong’s demise, it was unable to undo the “Twin Blossoms” curse. Reluctantly, it shielded Tianlong, but under the duo’s flawless coordination, the Azure Dragon—burdened by this fatal weakness—was forced into retreat, eventually cornered.

From this moment onward, the situation spiraled beyond even the observer Tianlong’s expectations.

Through sheer chance, the two assailants struck the Azure Dragon’s “Heart-Stealing Soul,” located at its core.

The tide turned swiftly. Unable to control the situation, the Azure Dragon found its internal organs—each embedded with eyes—shattered within mere exchanges. Against the devastating might of the “Heavenly Virtues,” its regeneration could no longer sustain its life.

As the Azure Dragon teetered on the brink of death, blood trickled from Tianlong’s lips—the “Twin Blossoms” sensed one half nearing demise and activated fully.

Realizing the urgency, the two “Heavenly Virtues” intensified their assault, pouring every ounce of their life force into a final, decisive strike against the Azure Dragon.

At the moment of the Azure Dragon’s impending death, Tianlong finally opened his eyes—only to find his own life at its end.

Assessing the situation in an instant, Tianlong knew recovery was impossible. Gathering the last remnants of his “Conviction,” he unleashed the most potent “Disintegration” ever witnessed. In the name of a “God,” he dragged the entire “Peach Blossom Spring” into oblivion.

He didn’t just “disintegrate” the “Train”—he erased every role within it and the “Peach Blossom Spring.” Knowing his death was inevitable, his final act was to ensure no one escaped. If he couldn’t truly become a “God,” then this “Peach Blossom Plan” would never see the light of day.

Thus, the “Participants,” “Divine Beasts,” “Celestial-tier,” “Earth-tier,” “Human-tier,” “Madmen,” and “Ants”—all seven categories of existence—were reduced to dust in this cataclysm. Even Tianlong and the Azure Dragon perished in this rebellion.

What was meant to be an all-encompassing “Disintegration,” leaving no survivors in the “Peach Blossom Spring” or the “Train,” had unwittingly spared two individuals due to sheer coincidence.

These two existed outside the seven defined roles.

One was the White Tiger, a lonely youth exiled from the “Divine Beasts,” who wandered near the giant clock of the “Peach Blossom Spring.”

The other was Qixia, who had transcended the “Participant” category, existing in a limbo between human and deity.

Yet the observer Tianlong paid no heed to these survivors. Instead, his thoughts lingered on another anomaly.

“What… is this?” Tianlong muttered. “White Sheep… you killed me?”

“Patience,” Qixia’s voice echoed from the void. “Eternity… has only just begun.”

Tianlong spoke no more, merely following the flow of Qixia’s memories within the dream.

At that time, “Qixia” had been aboard the “Train.” When Tianlong “disintegrated” it, he plummeted into the endless darkness below.

This abyss was unlike any before—utterly devoid of light.

Unbeknownst to him, Qixia was the sole survivor of the “Peach Blossom Spring,” aside from the White Tiger.

He struggled, he fell—endlessly, directionlessly.

He didn’t know where he was descending, only that the darkness was infinite.

After what felt like an eternity, Qixia attempted to regain control of his mind, convincing himself that he didn’t have to fall—he could float.

But this was no easy feat. Having been caught off guard by the “Train’s” collapse, reversing his subconscious belief in the midst of freefall was a Herculean task.

After countless failures, as he grew accustomed to the sensation of falling, Qixia finally stabilized himself through sheer will.

Yet beyond halting his descent, he could do nothing.

He had never imagined that victory over Tianlong would lead to this.

No direction, no sound, no light—not even time or space.

So… had they won? Or lost? What had become of the others?

Had anyone escaped the “Train”? Had someone reclaimed the “Peach Blossom Spring”?

From this moment on, his personal “Eternity” truly began.