Chapter 620: She

Tianlong sensed that Qixia’s aura was growing stronger.

Meanwhile, his own thoughts were becoming increasingly blocked, to the point where he could barely think.

*”This is bad…”*

Tianlong knew that there was a high chance this “dream” was about to be taken over by Qixia.

“You could have just appeared and killed me directly, or used a more straightforward method to defeat me,” Qixia said, staring into his eyes. “Why did you have to enter my dream instead?”

Tianlong glanced around and locked onto the direction of the window. Then, he raised his right hand, gathering energy before suddenly striking out with a palm strike.

A tremendous gust of wind surged toward the window’s glass. After a deafening crash, the strike only left a tiny crack in the glass.

Within seconds, that crack rapidly vanished, and the glass returned to its original state.

*”What a sturdy mental barrier…”* Tianlong thought to himself.

“So, you still lied to me,” Qixia said, a cold smile slowly forming at the corner of his lips. “Tianlong… are you scared of me?”

“White Sheep, don’t push me any further,” Tianlong replied. “If we fight to mutual destruction here, you’ll be trapped in this place for the rest of your life.”

“How amusing,” Qixia sneered. “You invaded my dream, yet you’re claiming that *I’m* the one pushing *you*.”

He stood up, and the chair beneath him instantly crumbled into dust.

“So what if I do push you?” he asked coldly. “Tianlong, are you trapped too? Why don’t you show yourself and kill me? Why is it only your consciousness that’s flown into my dream? Where is your *real body*?”

Tianlong looked at Qixia and sighed softly.

In the next second, a mouth inexplicably appeared on his otherwise featureless face.

“White Sheep, why make things difficult?” Tianlong’s lips moved slightly. “Must I completely shatter your psyche before you’ll willingly serve me?”

“*Make things difficult*…?” Qixia shook his head in despair. “If I don’t resist you, should I just let you control me? Maybe *I* have no choice—but do *you*?”

Tianlong froze for a long moment before his lips slowly curled into an unnaturally twisted smile.

“In that case… how long can you hold on?”

With a soft smile, he slowly spread his fingers. Outside the window, a tremendous noise erupted from the streets.

Qixia walked to the window and looked out—every building outside was collapsing, and the ground was splitting apart in massive fissures.

The cracks in the earth revealed an endless void of darkness, as if the structures had been built upon nothingness.

Staring at the shattered ground, Qixia felt his mind assaulted once more. His thoughts turned into a tangled mess, rendering him utterly incapable of coherent thought.

Within minutes, the world beyond the window was reduced to an infinite expanse of darkness, with only a blood-red sky looming above. Far in the distance, a stark dividing line between red and black was clearly visible.

And in that sky hung a dull yellow sun.

“Enough…” Qixia said. “Tianlong, this only makes me despise you even more. If you can’t kill me, you resort to breaking my mind?”

“White Sheep, I have my own stance,” Tianlong replied. “I want you to willingly become my subordinate. Otherwise, I’d rather we both be trapped here forever.”

“You seem just as insane as I am,” Qixia retorted. “Shattering the streets in my dream will make me collapse? Will it really trap me here?”

“Is that not enough?” Tianlong’s grin widened. “If you can still think clearly after this, how about I let you see Yu Nian’an again?”

“Hah.” Tianlong’s words actually made Qixia laugh. “Destroying buildings in my dream or turning into a faceless Yu Nian’an—is that the limit of your abilities, Tianlong?”

Tianlong said nothing. He simply waved his hand lightly.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the sky. The sheer intensity of the sound made Qixia’s ears ring.

A wave of unease washed over him before he mechanically turned his head to look outside.

At first glance, the sky seemed unchanged.

No—

Something *was* different.

The “sun” was moving.

Since the sun had always been covered in thin black lines, its rotation was now unmistakable.

“…What?”

“White Sheep, Yu Nian’an has always been watching you. Can you feel it?”

The dull yellow sun slowly rotated once, causing Qixia’s heart to skip a beat.

He felt as though he had just witnessed the most horrifying sight of his life. Every hair on his body stood on end, and cold sweat drenched his back in an instant.

That was no “sun” hanging in the sky—it was a colossal eyeball floating in the air. Now turned toward him, its black pupil stared down in terror.

The dark lines covering its surface were not random marks—they were the massive blood vessels sprawling across the eyeball. Because it had been facing away before, their true nature had been hidden.

The vessels were so immense that they appeared pitch-black.

And the sclera, which should have been white, was tinted dull yellow under the crimson sky.

The eye was unimaginably huge. Its pupil swirled like a vortex, contracting and expanding in the sky.

It was *afraid*.

“Tianlong… What kind of *monster* are you…?” Qixia’s lips trembled. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t have imagined this grotesque sight. His thoughts shattered completely, leaving him unable to think.

“Yu Nian’an—how ridiculous, right?” Tianlong stepped beside Qixia, draping an arm over his shoulder like an old friend. Then, he pointed at the “sun” in the sky. “White Sheep, how’s your eyesight?”

Qixia remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together.

“Look closely!” Tianlong’s finger shot up toward the sky, his grin twisting into madness. “Do you see that tiny black dot at the bottom of the sun?”

“…Black dot?”

“Look harder!!” Tianlong’s laughter turned frenzied. “That black dot—isn’t she wearing a white dress?”

The moment those words landed, an icy chill seeped into Qixia’s bones.

“What… What are you saying…?”

“That black dot is Yu Nian’an’s *body*!” Tianlong roared with laughter. “Only her eyeball was enlarged! She’s just *suspended* there! You can’t give up on her now!!”

“Stop… Stop talking…”

Every thread of sanity in Qixia’s mind snapped at once. His entire body shook uncontrollably.

“LOOK AT HER!!” Tianlong grabbed Qixia’s chin, forcing his gaze toward the colossal pupil in the sky. “She’s just floating there, neither alive nor dead! She’s *watching* you!!”

“No…”

“Was the *Pegasus Moment* fun?!” Tianlong screamed. “We hardened and extended Yu Nian’an’s hair, then used *Tracking* on it! WAS IT FUN?! HUH?!”

“Tianlong… You…”

Qixia’s mind went completely blank. Only one thought remained:

*Someone… wake me up.*

*Someone… save me.*

At that very moment, a sharp pain suddenly flared in his wrist.

Qixia looked down—a burn mark had inexplicably appeared on his left wrist, searing with unbearable agony.