Chapter 1345: Infinity

Since the emergence of the “Great Land,” Qi Xia’s state seemed to teeter ever closer to madness.

After all, the world around him was pitch black, with only the faintly glowing, flesh-covered earth beneath his feet.

Now, as he sat meditating on the pulsating ground, there was no longer any way to stop him from descending into insanity.

Every time Qi Xia awoke, he would drastically expand the land beneath him. The more he lost his mind, the larger the fleshy sphere beneath him grew.

No one knew how much time had passed, but by the time Tianlong snapped out of his daze, the “land” beneath them had already stretched endlessly into the horizon.

Each time, Qi Xia would slowly raise his head, gazing into the boundless darkness before murmuring in a hoarse voice, “Why… do I still not have the qualification…?”

“White Sheep… what kind of ‘qualification’ are you even pursuing?” Tianlong asked, baffled.

Over these decades, Tianlong’s thoughts had gradually begun to shift. Though he remained exceptionally lucid, the passage of time had worn away all his former hostility.

Now, he too found himself hoping that Qi Xia would succeed.

Whatever “qualification” he was chasing, Tianlong wished for Qi Xia to bring an end to this so-called “eternity” as soon as possible.

Decades had already passed… just how much longer would this “eternity” last?

For ordinary people, decades of absolute nothingness would surely qualify as “eternity”… right?

Yet Tianlong had underestimated Qi Xia’s resolve.

Gradually, he realized that Qi Xia didn’t just want a piece of land.

He wanted an entire world.

Years later, as if struck by sudden enlightenment, Qi Xia began constructing buildings upon the fleshy earth.

He forged towering skyscrapers from flesh, paved asphalt roads with bone fragments, and erected skeletal trees along the streets.

Like a true god of this world, he would awaken, shape heaven and earth with all his might, and then lapse into prolonged slumber once exhausted.

He had endured endless eternity and weathered soul-crushing loneliness.

As Tianlong watched Qi Xia casually craft a world with mere gestures, he couldn’t fathom why he would go to such lengths.

He, too, had once been like this—building dreams for others each time he awoke.

But all of that had been for the sake of maintaining control. If those people weren’t given two days of rest, if they weren’t afforded even a brief moment of respite, the likelihood of rebellion would skyrocket.

Yet for whom was this man before him doing all this?

There was no one else here. Only himself.

He could do anything he desired.

And yet, he was constructing an entire world made of flesh and blood.

A world with buildings of all sizes, vast oceans of blood, and forests of severed fingers.

What could possibly drive him to this point?

Despite the grotesque nature of this world, Tianlong found himself witnessing something he hadn’t seen in ages—divinity, radiating from Qi Xia.

Tianlong roughly estimated that perhaps a hundred, maybe two hundred years had passed. Under Qi Xia’s relentless crafting, this world gradually took on the shape of the one Tianlong remembered.

This was the scene from White Sheep’s dream.

The only thing missing was people.

Now, whenever Qi Xia awoke, he would gaze up at the sky. Though the space was faintly illuminated by the glowing earth below, the heavens remained an abyss of endless darkness.

“What… truly makes a ‘world’?” Qi Xia muttered to the sky. “Billions of doors in the void connect all worlds… so why is there none leading to mine?”

Tianlong listened to these words expressionlessly, initially dismissing them as another of Qi Xia’s deranged ramblings. But seconds later, realization struck him, freezing him in place.

“Wait… White Sheep…” Tianlong turned to him. “What are you saying?!”

He could hardly believe it. Qi Xia had spent decades—perhaps even centuries—building a world… just to summon a “door”?

What kind of twisted logic was this?

It was as though he was making a wish to a true deity, praying for his world to be acknowledged.

He believed that if what he created could be called a “world,” a “door” would appear.

Was this the “qualification” he had been seeking?

Just how insane did one have to be to devise such a plan…?

Tianlong then recalled that at the very birth of this “world,” Qi Xia had once hinted at the grotesque nature of this fleshy sphere, saying, “You are this place’s world.”

Not only had he implied that this was a “world,” but he had also reinforced that the “world” was indeed the “world.”

Yet soon, Tianlong realized… that apart from the one-in-a-million chance afforded by Qi Xia’s current path, there was no other conceivable way to glimpse even a sliver of hope in this void of absolute darkness.

No… Tianlong suspected that any other person in this situation would have long since descended into complete madness.

They would have been utterly lost in this space of nothingness.

So Qi Xia had already known. The only way to reach other worlds was through a “door.”

“Wait…”

A chill ran down Tianlong’s spine as he foresaw his own future.

The “train” had three stations… Assuming the best-case scenario, if a “door” truly appeared here, would it lead to the next station?

And if it did… would that next station be yet another void?

What would Qi Xia do then?

At this thought, Tianlong’s hair stood on end. He admitted—he was truly terrified now.

He could hardly imagine how he had endured all this time… If everything had to start over, the torment would be ten thousand times worse.

“Wh-White Sheep… you can hear me, right?” Tianlong called out.

The entire space was deathly silent, save for the sound of fleshy skyscrapers rising from the ground.

“White Sheep… I understand what ‘eternity’ is now…” Tianlong said. “Stop tormenting me… Get me out of this damned place…”

As expected, no response came.

“I promise… I’ll coexist peacefully with you in this world of flesh… I won’t seek revenge anymore…” Tianlong felt this was the first time he had ever groveled before another, but he had no other choice. “Let’s talk again…”

When Tianlong realized that no one would answer him no matter what he said, he finally understood his predicament.

He had been cast into a prison called “eternity.”

If he had been thrown in here so easily, what hope was there of escaping just as easily?

“Eternity.”

“What a fine ‘eternity’…” Tianlong laughed bitterly. “You’re toying with me…”

Now, he could only pin his hopes on Qi Xia succeeding in his dream.

Only then could he escape this “eternity.”

But Qi Xia would always look up at the sky, where not a single glimmer of light appeared.

How could it be so easy for something crafted from flesh to be recognized as a “world”?

Even if he truly was a “creator,” the most terrifying one across all spaces, would the void itself ever acknowledge him?

The world gradually gained rivers, lakes, and seas—cities and villages.

Qi Xia even created a massive glowing eyeball that orbited the world, simulating day and night.

Yet from beginning to end, not a single living soul existed.

Tianlong knew where the problem lay.

Though Qi Xia had fashioned countless “living things” to compose this world, his mind was unstable.

He couldn’t create a stable, healthy humanoid being.

A creator so deranged could only birth monstrous, malformed creatures.

So what could he possibly do now?

After completing the world, Qi Xia began constructing his own home.

He rebuilt his room from flesh, as if trying to reclaim some semblance of humanity. But his manic expression told Tianlong—he had failed utterly.