Wang Ku felt as if he had become so engrossed in the book that he was hallucinating.

How could he see his own name in the book? Even the events he dreamed of were recorded in the book.

It was both terrifying and eerie.

He frowned, feeling a sense of foreboding.

He continued reading.

"Under the shroud of the Black Heaven, only the fourth layer of Yang Gods can resist it."

"Although Qi Yuan has entered the ''pseudo-fourth layer of Yang Gods,'' he is not truly at the fourth layer."

"In the first hundred million years, he lost his eyes and could no longer see anything in the world."

"In the next few hundred million years, he lost his ears, eyebrows, and nose. He could no longer hear the sound of the wind or smell the fragrance of flowers."

"In the final hundred million years, he lost his mouth. What he lost continued to grow."

"One day, he will lose everything—his body, his consciousness, his true spirit—and step into the fourth layer of Yang Gods, becoming another Black Heaven."

Wang Ku read these words with a strange expression.

"So, you have to go meet the female lead!" he wanted to shout at the male lead.

But now, the male lead couldn''t hear. Would shouting even help?

At night, Wang Ku once again fell asleep and dreamed of the battered figure.

The figure was slender, his features shattered, standing alone in the sky, fighting against the terrifying black bubble.

This scene had lasted for billions of years.

"Hey, go meet the female lead!" Wang Ku shouted with all his might.

However, the figure remained motionless, as if he hadn''t heard a thing.

"Damn it, he can''t hear, he can''t see... how can I tell him... to go meet the female lead?" Wang Ku felt anxious, worried for the male lead in the book.

...

In the endless flow of time, Qi Yuan''s body was broken, his features dissolved. Now, his physical form was almost gone, with only a sliver of his true spirit retaining consciousness.

"The Black Heaven... cannot be resisted."

"Only the fourth layer of Yang Gods can resist it."

"Am I finally going to lose?"

In all the games he had played, this was the first time Qi Yuan felt a sense of helplessness.

The Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra, "Do as You Please," and Absolute Adaptation were powerful enough.

But they still couldn''t bridge the gap between the third and fourth layers of Yang Gods.

Now, he could barely be considered at the "pseudo-fourth layer," which was why he could barely resist the Black Heaven.

But under the Black Heaven, his consciousness, his body... were continuously dissolving.

"Step into the fourth layer of Yang Gods?"

Qi Yuan fell silent.

If he stepped into the fourth layer of Yang Gods, he could truly resist the Black Heaven, even devour it.

But with his strength, after reaching the fourth layer, he would become a monster even more terrifying than the Black Heaven.

Now, he understood that the so-called fourth layer of Yang Gods meant abandoning everything, pursuing only strength, and retaining the most fundamental traits.

This abandonment included his true spirit.

This meant that once he stepped into the fourth layer of Yang Gods, he would truly perish, and Qi Yuan would no longer exist in the world.

This was an outcome he was unwilling to accept.

"Is there really no way to break this deadlock?"

"Where... is the hope?"

Qi Yuan''s consciousness was muddled.

Facing the terrifying Black Heaven, he didn''t know how much longer he could resist.

If this continued, his true spirit would eventually be extinguished—it was only a matter of time.

At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly paused, as if he saw countless drops of blood falling from the sky.

"Is this... my blood?"

He remembered that before the game loaded, when it was on the verge of collapse, he had used his blood to save it.

"Where am I in time... my blood is falling... will I descend again?"No?v(el)B\\jnn

"No, in any timeline, there is only one true self."

Through endless years, Qi Yuan''s consciousness was muddled, with only a sliver of his true spirit keeping him awake.

What he saw was no longer light.

What he smelled was no longer fragrance.

What he heard was no longer thunder.

If this continued, his true spirit would eventually be extinguished.

Either he would perish, or he would step into the fourth layer of Yang Gods.

He already knew that he could skip the fourth layer and step directly into the fifth layer of Yang Gods, which was why he refused to enter the fourth layer.

"Fortunately, I can use my blood to observe this world, keeping my true spirit active."

Qi Yuan felt a profound sense of mystery.

The past influenced the present.

The future influenced the past.

However, he couldn''t think too much about it. Overthinking would only make his brain grow, and it was exhausting.

In different timelines, he continuously resisted the Black Heaven, his features dissolving. Fortunately, the humans born from his blood replaced him, allowing him to touch the world, feel the wind, and enjoy the rain.

"But... this is a cycle."

Qi Yuan sighed.

He knew this couldn''t last forever.

In the future, when all his blood returned to his true self, his blood would no longer be able to perceive the world for him.

His true spirit... would truly perish.

"I''m so tired. I hope some rich woman can see my stubbornness and strength."

Qi Yuan lamented.

He had already sensed that Divine Descent had been besieged and killed.

He had also sensed that the mortal Qi Yuan had failed to break through to the Ancestral God realm and was now sitting alone in the Quijin Realm.

"So... have I lost?"

The last sliver of his true spirit was continuously dissolving.

Even with the Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra and "Do as You Please," Qi Yuan couldn''t stop the dissolution of his true spirit.

At this moment, Qi Yuan thought of many people.

He thought of Jin Li, of the Golden Canary, of Ning Tao, of his big-breasted junior sister Jiang Lingsu, and of his wife in this world, Shen Lingxuan.

"Oh, a photo? Sure," the blood-robed man said.

The sky was dark, the stars dim. He stood on the grass, Zero One holding Xie Xinsu, the three of them smiling for the photo.

At that moment, a gentle and cool moonlight fell, landing on Qi Yuan''s blood robe.

The photo was taken.

Qi Yuan held the photo, deep in thought: "The moon falling on my shoulder can also count as our photo together."

Countless images appeared, only to shatter at this moment.

"Xiao Jia." Qi Yuan called softly.

Immediately, a small and delicate bridal gown appeared.

She stood beside Qi Yuan, shy and timid. Though she had no face, body, or feet, she seemed like the most beautiful woman in the world.

He held Xiao Jia''s cold hand, a smile on his face: "So you''ve always been here."

"In the past, it was you who turned into blood armor to protect me, to shelter me. Now... it''s my turn to protect..."

He looked at Xiao Jia, though he had no eyes, his gaze was filled with endless tenderness and deep affection.

"This time... it''s my turn to bury myself underground."

...

"My name is Ruan Yixi."

"I don''t know who I am."

"I only know that I can''t see light, hear thunder, or smell flowers. The world is empty, desolate, unchanging."

"One day, a very noisy person kept talking."

"He was so noisy, so noisy. I really wanted him to shut up."

"Alright... actually, it''s quite nice to talk more."

"I like listening to those stories."

"Chaos opens seven orifices?"

"If I open seven orifices, can I..."

"I failed. Blood rained from the sky."

...

"My name is Ruan Yixi. I don''t know who I am."

"I''ve lived in the Divine Wood Abyss since I was young, always alone."

"Hey, I just sneaked out once, secretly slept in the soil. Why was I dug up by a blood robe?"

"Worse, he tied me up and forcibly married me in a grand procession!"

"I have a husband now, so I have family? Well, this husband... is a piece of clothing."

"He can''t speak, so I made him eight wooden signs."

"One represents closeness, one represents happiness."

"It''s nice to have a husband by my side."

"Husband... is gone."

...

"My name is Ruan Yixi. I remember who I am."

"I am blind, deaf, mute..."

"My eyes were given to me by my husband."

"My ears were given to me by my husband."

"I don''t want... him to give me these!"

...

"My name is Ruan Yixi, a failure who has failed countless times."

"I have finally become a real person."

"But my husband has become a real blood robe."

"This time, I will listen to my husband."

...

In the Divine Wood Abyss.

The blood robe was being refined by countless people.

Shen Lingxuan''s eyes were filled with pain and reluctance.

"Qi Yuan is water, the eighth primordial rule of the Divine Wood Universe."

"He is the eighth Human Enlightenment Divine Light!"

"Only by forging eight Human Enlightenment Divine Lights can the primordial consciousness of the Divine Wood Universe awaken for a moment."

"She will carry the eight Human Enlightenment Divine Lights, wearing the eighth and most powerful one... to slay the Black Heaven!" Sheng Nu said calmly.

"What will happen to him?"

"He is already dead!"

Three years later.

In the Divine Wood Universe.

A majestic aura suddenly appeared.

A divine woman of unparalleled beauty and holiness appeared, clad in blood-red armor, radiating a blazing light.

As the blazing light appeared, the black bubble instantly melted.

The divine woman''s figure and the black bubble vanished in an instant.

The Black Heaven... dissolved.

The entire universe cheered.

The Divine Wood Chronicles recorded: The divine woman awakened, carrying eight Human Enlightenment Divine Lights, dispelling the Black Heaven, and bringing light to the world.

...

In the Divine Wood Abyss.

A shadow lingered.

"My name is Ruan Yixi."

"This is my past."

A distant nursery rhyme echoed in the empty Divine Wood Abyss.

"On the mountain, there is a Chun tree; in the clouds, there is the rain''s whisper. The rain''s whisper is silent, not for me to hear. Since I met you, my heart is no longer lost.

On the mountain, there is a Chun tree; in the wild, there is the yellow qin. The yellow qin stands alone, not for me to enjoy. Since I knew you, my heart is no longer anxious.

On the mountain, there is a Chun tree; in the sky, there is the thunder''s roar. The thunder''s roar is silent, not for me to hear. Since I spoke to you, my heart is no longer sorrowful.

On the mountain, there is a Chun tree; in the marsh, there is the lush fan. The lush fan is dense, not for me to admire. If I see you, my heart will soar."