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His voice was like the most deadly temptation, seemingly able to stir up the deepest desires in people's hearts.

Zhang Yi's mind wavered slightly.

Eternal life? Infinite power?

He had considered... if he could obtain such power to protect his family and himself, should he really reach out and grab it?

His eyes were deep, and he was actually thinking very seriously!

Nonsense. As long as I can become stronger and save my life, what difference does it make who I follow?

Just then, a faint but clear female voice rang in Zhang Yi's ears.

"Hey kid, don't be fooled by him."

Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that it was Ling's voice.

"These Drucker men are the worst liars. They only ever weave lies. Everything they promise is a trap to drag you into the abyss. Don't believe them!"

Zhang Yi's eyes flickered, and his fists clenched slightly, but he still did not answer immediately.

Even the Darkmoon race, a race created by Samael, was able to betray him.

Samael's character is evident; he really can't be trusted easily.

Samael didn't seem to be in a hurry. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the void as he watched Zhang Yi with a smile.

You don't need to answer me right away.

"But you must understand that the truth of this world is not what you imagine it to be."

"Creator Kagago..."

"He is not the god you praise, but merely a cold experimenter. He created the world only to leave behind a giant petri dish!"

"And we..."

His gaze suddenly turned cold, and the black flames roared outwards, as if they were about to burn down the entire space.

"It's just a germ that was dropped into a petri dish."

"You devour each other and fight each other, all for the sake of consuming more nutrients and surviving longer."

This is the essence of this world!

His voice boomed and echoed, like a world-destroying bell, enveloping everyone's hearts.

"Therefore, stop hoping for peace and stop fantasizing about salvation. Only by devouring others and destroying enemies can we survive!"

"Zhang Yi, choose! Will you continue to struggle to your last breath as an insignificant germ? Or will you join me and become the master of the entire petri dish?"

The air froze, and the expressions of the twelve silver goddesses all changed. Intense silver light and black flames collided constantly, and the whole world seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Zhang Yi stood in the center, his eyes deep and unfathomable, his heart churning with turbulent emotions, yet he remained silent.

He didn't answer.

But behind him, Ling's human form flickered slightly, as if that light was protecting his will and preventing him from falling.

Zhang Yi listened quietly to Samael's words, which were full of temptation and oppression. His eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly spoke, his voice clear and firm.

“Samael, you said we are germs in a petri dish, weak, helpless, and pitiful, only able to be controlled by others for life and death.”

"But you've forgotten that although germs are tiny, they can still take a person's life!"

"Even if the Creator is powerful, he may not be able to control us forever. One day, I will find my own way out and escape his control!"

He smiled and met Samael's gaze: "Isn't this exactly what you're doing?"

This one sentence seemed to ignite the entire silent crystal world.

Within the black flames, Samael's figure suddenly trembled, then erupted into a thunderous burst of maniacal laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

His laughter echoed loudly, as if it could shatter the heavens and the earth.

"Interesting! Very interesting! Zhang Yi, you are indeed extraordinary!"

"You humans are truly products created by the Creator using our Drucker genes. Despite your weakness, you possess a rebellious and unyielding spirit deep within your bones!"

"This kind of rebellion...it really excites me! Hahaha!"

Black flames rolled, and Samael's figure grew taller and taller in the flames, as if he were about to tear apart the entire underground world.

He suddenly raised a finger and tapped Zhang Yi's forehead.

His actions contained no murderous intent. After all, he was merely a mental construct at this moment and could not bring himself to kill Zhang Yi in front of the Twelve Silver Thrones and Ling.

Or rather, he didn't need to do that.

To him now, Zhang Yi was indeed just a slightly stronger insect.

At that moment, Zhang Yi froze, and countless abyss-like images suddenly flashed before his eyes—

As the galaxy collapsed and matter was annihilated, billions of living beings turned into dust, and in the endless void, the will of darkness roared in like a torrent.

He saw boundless flames, flowing angrily across the entire planet!

Volcanoes erupted one after another, and blazing flames and lava engulfed the entire planet, burning everything in their path!

Millions of years ago, an apocalyptic catastrophe struck—a volcanic eruption. Is all of this related to Samael before us?

A strange yet extremely powerful force flowed into his body from his fingertips!

Zhang Yi's whole body trembled violently, and his supernatural abilities and soul were altered in an instant, as if they were branded with some unique symbol.

That power did not belong to the Netherworld, nor to Earth, but to something more ancient, profound, and indescribable.

Ling's human form emitted a faint light, seemingly on guard, but soon she sensed that Samael meant no harm, and the light gradually subsided.

The twelve silver goddesses also had cold eyes, but they did not intervene. They remained silent, watching the scene with cold eyes.

Samael's laughter grew increasingly unrestrained, his voice like thunder in the darkness, reverberating in everyone's ears.

"Very good! You, Zhang Yi, a sixth-generation descendant, have certainly not disappointed me!"

"Live on! Struggle! Maybe one day you'll bring me a surprise I never expected!"

"At that time, I will be waiting for you in the future..."

Black flames exploded, and the shepherd's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness. His laughter faded into the distance, but it still echoed in every corner of the crystal world.

Zhang Yi stood there, his expression cold and stern, the burning sensation from that moment still lingering on his forehead.

His breathing was heavy, his heart was racing, and the unfamiliar power within him was intertwining and merging with his original power, bringing an unprecedented sense of pressure and power.

A moment later, he slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing an unprecedented coldness.

Samael is gone, but what he left behind is like a brand that can never be erased.

The underworld of the Radiant Moon Empire is still shrouded in that soft and holy silver light.

The black flames that had taken Samael away had long since dissipated, and peace returned to the world.

But beneath that calmness emanated a strange sense of oppression, as if even the air itself had become heavy.

Zhang Yi stood there, the burning sensation on his forehead not yet completely gone.