The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

A massive explosion, indescribable in words, suddenly erupted.

There was no sound, or rather, the sound had transcended the realm of hearing; it was the lament of the rules, the deafening roar of dimensional collapse directly impacting the soul!

A sphere composed purely of light and destruction spread out silently yet violently from the original location of the Dragon King.

The sphere's edge is an absolute incandescent white, while its center is a darkness from which even light cannot escape, symbolizing ultimate annihilation!

The first to bear the brunt are the extraterrestrial demons.

It let out a shriek beyond comprehension, filled with extreme pain and resentment, and the enormous black shadow was instantly swallowed up by the sphere of destructive light.

Light and darkness collided and annihilated in the most intense way. The demon's body melted and disintegrated in large swathes in the light, like snowflakes thrown into purgatory. Its almost immortal essence, which had devoured countless worlds, let out an unbearable, shattering wail under the self-destruction of the Dragon King of a world.

Under the impact of that extreme light, the dark rift, like a shattered mirror, was covered with countless cracks before finally exploding open with a deafening roar!

What dissipated was no longer the all-consuming darkness, but the residue and chaotic energy after the evil was completely crushed and purified.

The shockwave from the explosion spread in a ring, leaving behind mountain-like demon corpses, broken divine weapons, and shattered earth in its wake...

Everything turned to dust the moment it came into contact with the particles, and was then further broken down into the most basic particles, returning to nothingness.

The entire spacetime fragments of the extraterrestrial invasion of the ancient battlefield were violently shaken in this earth-shattering explosion, as if they were about to completely collapse and dissipate at any moment.

At the very heart of this destructive storm, at the core where blazing white and annihilating darkness intertwined, a faint trace of the purest silver dragon soul essence, condensing the last bit of the West Sea Dragon King's undying will, could be seen. Like a flickering candle in the wind, it carried endless longing and a trace of relief as it weakly and finally shone towards the "observation point" where Wu Zhiqi and the others were.

That one glance seemed to transcend time and space, containing too many unspoken entrustments and farewells.

Immediately, that glimmer of silver light was completely swallowed up in the final energy annihilation, and together with the shattered remains of the extraterrestrial demon, it transformed into chaotic and desolate energy aftershocks that filled the battlefield, no longer distinguishable from one another.

perish together!

The light gradually faded, and the destroyed sphere slowly shrank and disappeared.

Where they stood, only a vast, empty "nothingness" area remained, as if even the concept of "existence" had been erased by the explosion.

Only the surrounding plowed-up and pulverized everything silently testifies to the brutality and decisiveness of that attack.

The suffocatingly terrifying aura of the extraterrestrial demons has vanished without a trace.

Also vanished was the majestic, thousand-foot-long silver dragon of the Western Sea.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that only the deathly silence, carrying a mournful lingering echo, remained after the energy storm.

Wu Zhiqi stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as his master, for the sake of his beliefs and to protect Qingyuan Star, chose the most tragic and thorough way to end his life, his soul and spirit annihilated, turning into nothingness along with that terrifying demon.

That final, tender instruction in his eyes, like a red-hot branding iron, was deeply etched into his soul, bringing him boundless grief and a heavy sense of responsibility that almost crushed him.

The Dragon King's final roar was filled with anger, resentment, and a hint of deep concern for him that Wu Zhiqi couldn't understand. The sound was like a cuckoo crying blood, breaking one's heart.

Finally, just before the rift closed, a tiny glimmer of silver light, like a glistening teardrop, detached from the direction in which the dragon struggled.

It flickered faintly, as if it were the dragon's last stand, before being mercilessly swallowed up by the endless darkness.

Wuzhiqi had no choice but to accept the fact that the Dragon King of the West Sea had self-destructed!

Master... is really... gone.

The scene abruptly ended, like waking up suddenly from a nightmare.

The crimson earth, the shattered sky, the countless demonic shadows... everything receded as quickly as the tide, as if it had never happened.

The three stood like statues once more in the deathly silent West Sea Dragon Palace, their hearts filled with endless fear and doubt, as if the earth-shattering scene they had just witnessed was nothing more than an absurd collective dream.

However, the heart pounding wildly in his chest, filled with endless anger and grief, was like a raging fire, mercilessly burning Wu Zhiqi's soul, telling him that it was all an inescapable reality!

"Big Brother's master...self...self-destructed..." The three-eyed monkey slumped to the ground like a deflated balloon, its vertical eyes losing focus due to excessive shock, as if they had become two dull, lifeless fish eyes.

This is the master that Brother Wuzhiqi was trapped in the Wu Clan's Mustard Seed Space for 100,000 years and tormented by the Shadow Demon Black Mist for 100,000 years, yet he still desperately persevered, hoping to one day reunite with him!

However, the Dragon King of the West Sea self-destructed!

How could Wuzhiqi possibly tolerate this?

Chang You, as if struck by lightning, covered his ears tightly, as if the desperate dragon's roar was still echoing wildly in his head, threatening to explode it.

He never knew that his heart could be so sad.

Wu Zhiqi's eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers like a burst dam, creating a shocking pale red mist in the seawater.

The overwhelming killing intent was like a raging torrent, while the suffocating sense of powerlessness was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on him and almost tearing him to pieces.

Master... just like that, right before his eyes...

Do not!

It's because he wasn't strong enough...

The pain at that moment surged forth like a raging storm, threatening to engulf him completely.

“Zhiqi…”

Suddenly, a faint call, as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, gently rang out. It was fragile yet deeply familiar, like a celestial melody, echoing softly in the depths of his consciousness.

Wu Zhiqi was struck dumb, his whole body trembling violently. His heart was originally ashen, but at this moment it seemed as if hope had been rekindled!

"Ali?!"

That's a dragon girl!

It's his wife!

He couldn't be mistaken about that voice!

However, that sound was fleeting, like a flash in the pan, and never rang out again.

Instead, there is a faint, intermittent spiritual imprint.

This brand, like a faint starlight twinkling in the night sky, guided him to the deeper, darker place beneath the Dragon Palace—the Netherworld Sea Prison, a place rarely mentioned even in the dragon clan's records, where ancient criminals were imprisoned!