Qi Xia looked up to see the sand and soil condensing into stone, forming continuous small mountains over the entire street.
He knew the Celestial Dragon wasn’t lying—if the latter unleashed his full power, no one would survive, not just in this dream but even in the “Land of Finality.”
Beyond “Original Matter,” he also possessed “Dissociation” and “Ingenuity.” Given enough time, he could even turn the endless sand into weapons.
This was a bizarre spectacle no ordinary human could ever witness.
Even in the “Land of Finality,” where everyone could wield fragments of “immortal arts,” the sight of floating mountains gathering in the sky was hard to fathom.
The good news was that the Celestial Dragon still held back—he couldn’t go all out in his own dream.
The last time he entered and dissociated the entire city, the Azure Dragon had said it drained his vitality. If the Celestial Dragon gambled his life again now, his time of awakening would be further delayed.
But this terrifying scene… How could it be countered?
If these mountains crashed into the city, regardless of how much vitality the Celestial Dragon lost, Qi Xia’s inner world would suffer severe damage.
Last time, a single crack left him dazed for an entire day. If the whole street were destroyed…
“Did… I not anticipate this?”
Qi Xia closed his eyes again, memories rapidly churning in his mind. But he felt his consciousness stretching horizontally, bizarre scenes flooding his thoughts.
Finding a countermeasure against the Celestial Dragon’s move in this vast sea of memories…
Was like searching for a single pine needle in an entire forest.
But for Qi Xia, it wasn’t impossible.
“Got it… this one.”
He opened his eyes and murmured, “I told you before… This isn’t a city. It’s another battlefield beyond the ‘Land of Finality.'”
He walked to the window and pushed it open. Instantly, yellow-white bones spread across the windowsill.
Flesh and bone intertwined, forming a floating staircase. Qi Xia stepped onto it, ascending toward the Celestial Dragon as if abandoning the entire street.
Seeing Qi Xia climb the bloody skeletal ladder toward him, the Celestial Dragon’s lone mouth curled upward. “Look at the path beneath your feet and the sky above your head… Was I wrong to call you the Evil God?”
He drifted forward a few more meters and added, “Now look at the place you live and those terrifying eyes of yours… Tell me, was I wrong?”
“Ha…” Qi Xia chuckled. “Celestial Dragon, have you forgotten? You don’t even have a face before me, yet you call *me* the Evil God?”
“Oh…?” The Celestial Dragon paused, touching his smooth, featureless face. “You once called me an ‘ugly monster,’ yet you never realized I wasn’t even worthy of a face.”
“You’re not the only one without one here,” Qi Xia replied. “You treat mortals as ants, yet here, you’re just another insect in the swarm.”
“Interesting.” The Celestial Dragon mused. “Are you saying there’s no difference between me and those motionless people below?”
“There is a difference,” Qi Xia said with a smirk. “You have an extra mouth that never stops talking.”
“Very well, White Goat.” The Celestial Dragon raised his hands. “Let me show you exactly how different I am from those mortals—whether it’s just ‘an extra mouth’ or something more.”
With a sudden downward sweep of his arms, the floating mountains began raining down sand. A crushing pressure descended, as if even the air fled in terror.
“Celestial Dragon… You can’t destroy this place,” Qi Xia gritted his teeth. “Because I was never alone.”
He raised his arms, as if to block the massive peaks with his mortal body. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Then, something the Celestial Dragon never expected happened.
The entire city trembled violently. Every person on the streets swayed before suddenly rising into the air.
Upon closer look, elongated bones lifted them, their bodies blooming like flowers on skeletal stems.
First, dozens, then hundreds, then thousands soared upward.
Every faceless person in the city ascended, their arms raised toward the falling mountains.
The massive peaks plummeted, shattering the first wave of faceless upon impact. Their bones barely slowed the descent before snapping, sending broken bodies tumbling down.
Yet despite the carnage, the remaining faceless surged forward without hesitation, propelled by their skeletal roots.
For an instant, the mountains’ fall slowed.
Then, one faceless being wasn’t crushed—instead, their hands caught the mountain’s weight.
More followed, reaching the base, lifting their arms in unison.
Hundreds. Thousands.
With unwavering resolve, they strained against the crushing mass.
Countless towering bones stood across the city, turning it into a forest of white.
“Celestial Dragon… See this?” Qi Xia watched the scattered debris. “When everyone rises in defiance, even a ‘god’ can be resisted.”
The Celestial Dragon silently observed the halted mountains. “Is this your vision… for the ‘Peach Blossom Spring’s’ end?”
“It’s inevitable. Had everyone united from the beginning, a true Evil God like you would’ve fallen long ago.”
“You led them against me seventy years ago,” the Celestial Dragon said. “And you failed. White Goat… I knew you’d never succeed. I didn’t even bother to remember your name. Do you really think seventy years changes anything?”
“You’re wrong,” Qi Xia countered. “Celestial Dragon… I didn’t fail.”
“You… didn’t?” The Celestial Dragon laughed. “You fell before me time and again, yet claim you didn’t fail?”
“You saw defeat, but the truth is—I realized I *couldn’t* win then, so I chose to retreat.”
Silence. Then—
“So now… you think you can?”
“Yes.” Qi Xia’s gaze was steel, locked onto the Celestial Dragon.
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