Chapter 1347: Divine Deception

Even Tianlong hadn’t anticipated that Qixia’s desperate, utterly deranged actions would gain recognition.

This space had officially acquired a world of its own, connected by the void.

“Are you kidding me…?” Tianlong raised his head and shouted at the faint glimmer of stars above, “How can this even be considered a world?! Have any of you even opened your eyes to see?! This ‘Creator’ has deceived you! Everyone here except him is fake!!”

But this time, the scales of judgment did not tip in Tianlong’s favor. The next moment, countless more stars emerged in the sky.

Numerous “doors” ignited at once, forming a vast, sprawling galaxy.

Those stars blinked from thousands, even millions of miles away, gazing down at this new, complete world.

Witnessing this, Tianlong couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

What a terrifying God of Deception.

With two million faceless followers, he had even deceived the very laws of existence.

At the same time, Qixia lowered his head, tore open the “ground” beneath his feet, and peered into the depths.

Beneath the earth, the stars still shimmered.

The world he had created was now encircled by “doors.”

A divine deception had reached its triumphant conclusion.

“White Goat… how exactly do you plan to reverse time?” Tianlong asked hoarsely, his aged eyes weary. “Even if you are the ‘Creator,’ you only possess ‘Endless Rebirth.’ How can you possibly control ‘time’?”

*”Tianlong, in the ‘Peach Garden’ you rule, people are time. If I can control people, I can control time.”*

“You…” Tianlong was utterly bewildered. He felt no joy at hearing Qixia’s voice again—only deeper confusion. “White Goat… why? At this moment, you could go anywhere… yet you choose to return to ‘Peach Garden’ to reverse time?”

*”Because I promised them,”* Qixia’s voice echoed from the void. *”I swore to liberate everyone in the Land of Finality—not just myself.”*

A profound sense of helplessness washed over Tianlong, and in that instant, he seemed to understand everything.

Qixia had found a path to escape within this “eternity,” yet instead of fleeing to another realm, he had returned to “Peach Garden.”

He intended to reset everything that had happened. For this one chance, he was willing to forge an entire world.

And now…?

By his own words, he had already succeeded.

He had fulfilled every promise—he had deceived no one.

But how had he done it?

No… that wasn’t the real question. The real question was that Tianlong knew this “eternity” would inevitably lead to his own defeat, yet he was powerless to stop it.

He could only watch as time ticked away, second by second, leading inexorably to his tragic fate.

*”Tianlong… what a pitiful dragon,”* Qixia murmured softly. *”Have you ever, even for a single second, considered the fate of the countless souls under your rule?”*

“I—”

*”Have you ever, even for a single second, endured the torment of eternity?”*

“I—”

*”You and Qinglong are no different. You revel in the fear and worship of others yet give nothing in return. That alone proves you were never worthy of being gods.”*

As Qixia spoke, the countless stars in the sky blazed with renewed brilliance.

Tianlong stared at the boundless world of flesh and blood, at the dazzling river of stars above, and listened to Qixia’s voice reverberating through the void. His entire body began to tremble.

The sensation was surreal.

It was as if he was being suppressed by some immense force.

A suppression born of “divinity.”

His opponent possessed a “divinity” countless times greater than his own.

The last time he had felt this way was when he had faced the “Master” long ago.

Only now did Tianlong realize—he could never win. Between him and Qixia, an insurmountable chasm had opened within this “eternity.”

From that moment on, Qixia began summoning the “door” he desired from the starry expanse—a door he yearned for. Yet this, too, was a gamble.

He had to convince his subconscious that what he truly sought was not “escape,” but a return to the “Land of Finality.”

Only by harboring the strongest desire for the “Land of Finality” and the deepest hatred for Tianlong could he summon the “door” leading back to “Peach Garden.”

Unsurprisingly, Qixia failed many times again.

But time meant nothing to him. He began traversing eternity in an endless cycle.

Even though his entire being was now steeped in divinity, he had no way to make his heart truly long for the “Land of Finality.”

That place was steeped in slaughter, deceit, and despair. Its sky was bloodier than this one, its air reeked of rot.

Every soul he sought to save was tainted by sin. He would have to fight countless monsters with nothing but his flesh and blood.

Why would anyone yearn for such a world?

Mechanically, numbly, he summoned every possible “door” to his room, replacing his own door over and over.

Each time he opened one, it revealed a new world—some with real mountains, rivers, and bustling cities. Yet he destroyed every wrong “door” without hesitation.

Perhaps, as he had once said, since he already knew the path to victory, there was no need to cut corners now.

Everything was for the sake of returning to “Peach Garden.” He needed to open a door and step into the Land of Finality.

Then, one day in “eternity,” Qixia opened the door before him and found nothing but emptiness.

A familiar, all-encompassing void.

This was the “Third Station.”

Qixia stared into the void for a long time. Slowly, a spark of life flickered in his deadened eyes. He had an idea.

This time, his contemplation lasted longer than ever before, and his expression shifted with unprecedented intensity.

“I see…” he murmured. “I finally understand… The reason I couldn’t summon the ‘Land of Finality’ is because I didn’t know how to win. But now I do…”

“Understand…?” Tianlong, barely holding onto his sanity, looked at Qixia with a haggard expression.

The emotion was indescribably complex. He felt a glimmer of hope—that he might finally escape this “eternity”—yet this “method” would ensure his total defeat.

So should he, too, look forward to this plan?

Why was it that just witnessing the final act of this “rebellion” made him feel it was brilliant?

If he had observed it from the beginning of “eternity,” the plan wouldn’t just be called “brilliant”—it would be “monumental.”

Perhaps his defeat wasn’t undeserved. Someone had crafted an entire world within eternity just to kill him.

Once again defying Tianlong’s expectations, Qixia did not step through the “Third Station” door.

Instead, he kept it in his home, safeguarding it carefully, then resumed summoning the “Land of Finality.”

As he had said, he had truly discovered the path to “victory.”

Now, he could summon the door back to the “Land of Finality” without hesitation.

The time it took—whether for Qixia or Tianlong—felt negligible within “eternity.”

When that door finally opened, it led to the “Bliss Bank.”

This was the result of a joint gamble between Qixia and the White Goat.

The “Bliss Bank” had a two-way door—one leading to the “Train,” the other to “Peach Garden.”

This door had been secretly crafted by the Golden Monkey under the noses of Qinglong and Tianlong, using the “Craftsmanship” ability within “Energy Storage.”

This small, unassuming door now played a pivotal role.

After a moment’s thought, Qixia turned back, picked up the door to the “Third Station,” and finally embarked on his journey back to the “Land of Finality.”