The world had been completely assimilated by the “Beauty Demon Lord, ” not a single living soul remained.

Yang Zicang didn’t try to persuade Wu Zheng. He patted his pocket—he couldn’t even pull out a single gold coin fit for a reward anymore.

Although it felt shameful to say such things at a time like this, Yang Zicang still adjusted his mood and asked:

“I have a friend. He might have left something for me in this world. Do you know where I can find a statue of him or me? “

If I can find Mori, I’ll find my own! That is, if they were really made and have survived until now.

{Left-behind things… statues… }

Wu Zheng frowned his illusory brow.

Just then, a faint humming sound suddenly arose from beneath the base.

{Heh heh, so the so-called Undying King is nothing more than a common man searching for treasure. }

The moment that voice sounded, Wu Zheng’s expression twisted like a madman, his wild eyes rolling with ancient vigor. Yang Zicang immediately stopped him.

“Is there something else here? Who is it? “

{Silence, you devil }

After roaring those words, Wu Zheng revealed boundless authority on his face and coldly said to the “Undying King “:

{It was this that corrupted My Lord Demon, all for a single gold coin. My Lord even ended up delivering this entire world into its hands }

(Boboli wants to make an active investment for me.)

Yang Zicang was just about to see what turned this world into such a ruin when suddenly Boboli’s time-line investment thought flashed through his mind.

(Big Brother, where are you? This cave doesn’t have you )

Yang Zicang walked toward the foundation built from piled bones.

(I found a disciple who followed me for a long time. Out of fear of disturbing you and your cultivation, I didn’t notify you.)

{An old apprentice, eh? The human beside you… My god, could he be a supreme being whose spiritual power is already strong enough to manifest physically? }

Yang Zicang keenly sensed that Boboli’s words hinted at matters related to cultivation. Was it a reference to the ability to maintain human appearance merely through spiritual power?

It seemed that Wu Zheng’s strength had reached an incredibly high level. Perhaps, in reality, such a level of power could also be used to alter one’s appearance.

｛I sense the presence of something called the “Demon Sword “.｝

｛The “Demon Sword, ” recognized by all billions of living beings, is staring at me.｝

The pile of skeletons stirred, and Yang Zicang caught sight of the blade thrust into the very bottom—a wide sword with deep, dark, blood-red grooves.

{Are you the Undying King? How strange… Why does someone like you exist in this world? It makes no sense. }

“Hmph, this world has far more senseless things than you can imagine. So what if I appear? “

{I don’t see any other inconsistencies here, except for you. }

Yang Zicang let out a cold scoff. Its ability to think was even more agile than Little Machao’s.

Wu Zheng walked over and said:

{It was originally my weapon. In the end, it was my fault. Before my first death, I failed to seal it. Even throwing it into a volcanic crater would have been better than leaving it… at home. }

{This is fate. }

The “Demon Sword ” spoke in a cold tone.

{Perhaps this is what they mean by the will of the “Undying King. ” }

Yang Zicang’s eyes turned icy.

Damn this thing.

At this moment, it still dared to try and sow discord between himself and Wu Zheng.

But the “Demon Sword’s” next sentence instantly shattered this feeling of disgust.

{If it weren’t for wanting a taste of the lifespan contained on that gold coin, why would I have revealed this divine power of “Eternal Life_” to you humans? _}

Among the various dim, eye-shaped patterns covering the entire Demon Sword, one crease opened, revealing a faint vortex within its eye socket. It stared down at the human who was crouching and looking back at it with cold indifference:

{Am I right, O supreme being among humans, His Majesty the “Undying King_”? This is the purpose you sought to achieve by plucking the strings of fate, isn’t it? To plunge this entire world into the “Realm of the Moon“—that was the aim when you brought that gold coin before my eyes, wasn’t it? _}

……！

—I wish to go to… to explore the secrets of this world… a world of safety…

Every pore on Yang Zicang’s body instantly opened wide.

The seemingly boundless, desolate world within his perception now unveiled itself more clearly before his eyes.

This… is…

The Realm of the Moon?

He looked up; the sky was dim.

Yang Zicang lowered his head, struggling to keep his tone calm as he asked, “How do you know this?“

{Brother Zicang, ask it where it came from. }

Yang Zicang narrowed his eyes, “Where do you come from?“

The Demon Sword’s eye shifted.

{Take me with you, and I’ll tell you. }

It was as though a terrifying storm pressure suddenly engulfed heaven and earth, as if it would rage forth and tear everything apart in the very next second.

Yang Zicang couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids twice before he managed to steady himself under the terrifying pressure radiating from behind him.

Wu Zheng’s strength was simply terrifying to the point of horror.

He couldn’t help but wonder: in the true Realm of the Moon, would there exist beings like Wu Zheng?

Just then. A magical pattern abruptly twisted into view before Yang Zicang’s eyes. Everything around him slowed to a crawl, with even the speed of the flying dust diminishing dozens of times over.

｛I, the Great Quadrilateral, have witnessed the birth of a Psionic Will surpassing A-rank.｝

｛I have received a special reward: one Authority Sync Right for the Holy Psychokinesis Field.｝

【Authority Sync Right for the Holy Psychokinesis Field: Freely select one Psionic Will below A-rank within this Saint-level Psychic Loss Field, or any other crafted object, to manifest and realign truly with the reality.】

A flickering light pulsed before Yang Zicang’s chest and merged into the small halo there.

In an instant, Yang Zicang felt as though everything he laid eyes on now had a faint, glowing outline; with a mere acknowledgment, he could take it and bring it into the reality.

Yet… the sole exception was Wu Zheng, who radiated an aura mighty enough to shake mountains and hills — no such outlining embraced him.

“Wu Zheng can’t leave here! “

｛The fallen court; the young-white star commences its service.｝

｛The attention of the 41st Assessment Judge is delivered to the Holy Psychokinesis Field of Saint Ares.｝

｛The attention of the 23rd Assessment Judge is delivered to the Holy Psychokinesis Field of Saint Ares.｝

｛The observation authority of the Blackfish Fantasy lands is delivered to the Holy Psychokinesis Field of Saint Ares.｝

｛The observation permissions of Starlight Illusion Realm have been mailed to the Holy Psychokinesis Field of Saint Ares.｝

｛The observation permissions of Radiance Illusion Realm have been mailed to the Holy Psychokinesis Field of Saint Ares.｝

｛The observation permissions of Rosy Dawn Illusion Realm…｝

｛The observation permissions of Blackwater Illusion Realm…｝

｛The Ever-Luan Illusion Realm…｝

｛The Wave Sea Illusion Realm…｝

Countless telepathic voices sounded, densely clamoring around Yang Zicang.

{Whoa! } Boboli’s astonished cry rang out.

-｛Distributor Loki Tata Mingqi is applying for priority auction rights.｝

“And now what was this? ” Yang Zicang was momentarily stunned. But he still understood that this must be related to Wu Zheng.

Furthermore… to have so many illusion realms arriving all at once, it likely meant something major was happening. Telepathic declarations were still brushing past his ears in a ceaseless stream.

——{My god, did someone actually forge an S-rank paragon or higher right inside a Psychic Loss Field? }

A jarring, blunt voice cut to the front.

——{I can’t see clearly, but isn’t the warrior beside that “Chosen One ” precisely the Spirit Essence Will being auctioned today? }

——{Heavens… this guy’s—hey listen up, everybody! Let’s set aside the soul-crushingly engraved Psionic Will corpse-double aside! That other guy beside him is way more suspicious, don’t you reckon? }

Growing dizzy from bewilderment, Yang Zicang felt several scrutinous stares pouring directly down onto him.

“Hey! This guy actually managed to reconstruct a Lunar Realm within the Holy Psychokinesis Field… haha, friend, have you joined a Lost Illusion Company? Which city are you in? Our Blackwater Illusions can arrange a special interview channel to invite you to join our company. “

“Hey, you, that Blackwater guy. This is clearly an auction for an S-grade Psychokinesis, understand? “

“Join our Evergreen Illusions Company, friend. “

These Lost Illusion Companies—why had their attention all shifted onto him? But soon, Yang Zicang understood why.

“You’re all just recruiting for that nurtured Ancient Gold material, aren’t you! “

“Kid, don’t go to those companies. The workload there isn’t much lighter. However, if you’re willing, our Radiant Illusions Company can hire you as a special contract Cleaner. As long as you don’t disclose internal company info, you just need to show up for two or three cleaning tasks every month. “

“My apologies, everyone. ” Yang Zicang was about to say the rest, but an eager voice interrupted him.

{My apologies, esteemed colleagues of the Illusion Companies! }

It was Boboli’s voice!

{As a matter of fact, the man before you is already a former employee of our Starlight Illusions. So, carrying some of our intelligence, he has already arrived on a new Track of Fate. None of you can offer him employment anymore! }

“Huh? Resigned from… “

“Wait, who are you anyway! “

“Where is that guy talking from? How come we can’t hear the name of his illusion company? “

So, they could tell who was speaking when they communicated this way, Yang Zicang thought.

At that very moment, another familiar voice rang out.

Huan Bao’er spoke amid the clamor of these uninvited guests:

{Please excuse us, ladies and gentlemen. The one who just spoke was one of our Starry Mirage members. He had already gone ahead into the Holy Man’s Psychic Loss Field earlier. }

—{How could it be so fast! }

—{You must be cheating! }

Huan Bao’er let out a cold snort, then added with a hint of smugness:

{It’s just a coincidence. Our member just happened to be visiting a friend there for a little vacation. Who would have known he’d run into the trigger of an S-grade auction? }

A deathly silence fell over everyone.

—{To think there’s such a connection… in that case, I suppose there’s no hope for us to win the auction rights this time. }

—{Kid, which fantasy world company would you be willing to entrust the ‘Psionic Will Auction Rights’ of the gentleman beside you to? }

“Auction? ” Yang Zicang’s heart churned with confusion and disgust, mixed with unvented fury.

“Is this how you treat a person…? “

{Xiaocang. }

Huan Bao’er’s voice rang out gently:

{Although the word ‘auction’ sounds a bit unpleasant, you should know that once you leave here for the third time, everything here will cease to exist. }

“This… I… know. ” Yang Zicang replied, his tone tinged with sorrow.

— {The Holy One is dead. To sustain the operation of this Psychic Field, the immense energy and the content of its evolution come from the residual psychic power of the Holy One. What activates them are the Five Elements’ essence and lifespan naturally carried by those who enter. }

— {When you leave, the next person fortunate enough to enter this Psychic Loss Field will face a world of equally boundless vastness. }

— {By then, even this person, whose mental energy has been tempered to S-grade strength here, may not be so lucky again—seizing another opportunity to reassert their value. }

“He…” Yang Zicang carefully examined the man beside him—Wu Zheng, whose face was frozen solid, but whose eyeballs were slowly, bit by bit, turning toward him.

“…Where will he be sold off to?“

— {He will go to the True Lunar Realm. }

“How can that be! Isn’t that place just like the outside… It can’t truly be a pure world of bones, can it?” Yang Zicang’s gaze trembled as he asked.

— {That is correct! }

Amid the commanding reply, a voice spoke:

— {A man of such extraordinary power is exactly what those places lack. Don’t worry too much about your friend. The Lunar Realm dukes at every level will honor him as a prized guest. }

— {When they arrive in the Lunar Realm, they will revel on an even grander stage than the continent conjured by the Holy One’s psychic force—a true world stage—where they will unleash their unquenchable nature with abandon. }

Wu Zheng’s floating strands of hair slowly rose to their highest point, then began to fall bit by bit, his lips trembling as if he wanted to open his mouth.

But at this speed, even if he barely uttered half a syllable, it would take more than the time to finish a cup of tea.

Yang Zicang let out a powerless sigh.

This world…

Perhaps his own end would not be much better than that of this man; at least… he would be able to go to a true world and experience life anew.

“Will he… forget me?“

“He will be reborn in the Moon Realm in his most original form, right?“

—{When he gains this power, he will be no different from you or me. }

Yang Zicang was startled.

—{So he will remember all of this. }

—{But don’t worry, he will also know that this is just a dream. }

Just like he himself felt upon awakening. Yang Zicang had no words left.

“This is the best choice for him.“

So this was a form of resurrection.

Yet he himself was not overjoyed, and was even beginning to wonder—perhaps it would be better to truly die at the end of death, to follow the natural order of things; wouldn’t that be a good thing?

｛Black Fish Illusion applies for auction rights over the super A-grade Psionic Will.｝

｛Black Fish Illusion bids 200,000 N Empty Flow Sequences.｝

｛Starlight Illusion bids 200,100 N Empty Flow Sequences.｝

—{Gentleme, I have already stated—this person is a former employee of our Illusion Company. I ask for your restraint. }

｛Wavesea Illusion bids 230,000 N Empty Flow Sequences.｝

｛Starlight Illusion bids 230,100 N Empty Flow Sequences.｝

—{Abuja Raj, what exactly do you mean? }

—{You can’t possibly let this friend, who painstakingly evolved this lunar realm, have you take away an S-grade mind body through just over a hundred thousand fictitious zero-clock sequences, now can you? }

——{_That’s right, my friend. You might be hearing about this for the first time, but let us tell you—even an A-grade Psionic Will is typically worth around 500,000 to 600,000 Nether Zero Time Sequences. Of course, you’d never get your hands on something like that.

But if, by some chance, you ever do, you should know their true value. Get what I mean? An S-grade one is worth more than ten times that! _}

｛Black Fish Mirage bids 420,000N Nether Zero Time Sequences.｝

——{Ah, sorry, I pressed the wrong button. }

｛Starlight Mirage bids 420,100N Nether Zero Time Sequences.｝

Huan Bao’er gritted her teeth in frustration and raised the bid.

——{It’s fine. After all, the Starlight Mirage now has the permanent right to deploy in the Demon Hero Hall. That little mosquito thigh probably wasn’t even on your radar, right? }

｛Eternal Phoenix Mirage bids 2,000,000N Nether Zero Time Sequences.｝

——{You! }

——{A few hundred thousand is just too little. Give this kid a bit of pocket money for the road. With 2 million, if he actually gets into a fight, it might only last two skirmishes. }

{Fine! }

A sound of relief from Huan Bao’er echoed in his mind.

｛Starlight Mirage bids 2,600,000N Nether Zero Time Sequences.｝

——{Xiao Zang, as the auction host, the risks are actually quite high. This price is already the highest I can authorize. Just bear with it; next time your sister meets you, I’ll definitely treat you well. }

“It’s fine. After he goes to the Moon Realm, will he encounter situations requiring the use of timeline? “

——{No. }

｛The 41st Assessment Judge begins to witness the start of this super A-grade auction by Starshine Dreamscape.｝

｛The 23rd Assessment Judge begins to witness this auction of the super A-grade Psionic Will by Starshine Dreamscape.｝

｛Court of the Lost Sovereign, the Azure-White Star announces: The Psionic Will Body will be mailed to the Auctioned Moonlit World after the expiration of the third usage rights of the Complete Stamp Emblem.｝

Wu Zheng’s eyes finally moved to meet Yang Zicang’s gaze. In this rapidly fleeting time for this ‘creature,’ Yang Zicang swiftly read the confusion interwoven with unwavering respect in its eyes.

｛The 41st Assessment Judge announces: The auction authority is valid.｝

｛The auction of the Super A-grade ‘Psionic Will’ has now commenced.｝