It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

At the end of the chain is a towering tree.

Standing alone on the endless dark plain.

Cracks ran across the trunk like blood vessels, and as he approached the tree, the rotten bark peeled away, revealing the pale wood core.

Loki's voice was low and a little cold, and it seemed to come from all directions in the silence.

"No matter how deep a tree's roots are, or how lush its leaves are, it cannot withstand the erosion of time." Loki smiled softly, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "When its heart is rotten, no amount of repairs will avail... Therefore, he must protect it. It is his destiny, understand?"

Xiao Huai did not respond. He slowly raised his hand and lightly brushed his fingers across the cracks on the tree trunk. The cold touch brought with it a tremor as if on the verge of collapse.

The faint light from the tree trunk flickered, as if it was struggling.

At this moment, Xiao Huai's gaze penetrated the depth of the gap and seemed to see the decay deep in the roots of the big tree, and its vitality had long been devoured.

Loki's words whispered in Xiao Huai's ear like a chill wind: "Most people believe that the gods possess no desires, yet they do not know that they have buried everything beneath the Tree of Life... The Tree of Life not only imprisons the Ancient Evil Gods, but also buries their emotions and desires within. The power of the Evil Gods is gradually awakening, and they will eventually break free from their shackles."

The moment Loki finished speaking, the roots of the Tree of Life suddenly spread wildly in all directions, twisting and climbing like living things, turning into thick chains, piercing the ground and rushing straight into the distance.

Xiao Huai held his breath and stared, only to see that these roots finally entangled a figure with snow-white hair and a faint glow all over his body.

Just a back view made Xiao Huai's heart skip a beat.

Chaos...Lu Yuanshi.

The faint light coming through the cracks in the tree trunk suddenly lit up the moment Chaos was entangled.

Loki's gentle laughter came again, with an unfathomable meaning: "Do you understand?"

It was Chaos who guarded the Tree of Life, and it was also the Tree of Life that bound all his freedom.

To be precise, the whole world

They are all restraining him.

"Actually, this tree shouldn't exist. When the Tree of Life collapses, all the shackles will be released."

After Loki finished speaking, he slowly spread his arms, as if welcoming the impending destruction, with an expression of almost fanatical intoxication.

He took a deep breath, as if smelling the breath of a reversal of fate, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Then he slightly turned sideways, cast his captivating gaze at Xiao Huai, and whispered, "You want Chaos to be free, so why don't you make a wish, wishing that I destroy this tree? The power of faith is strong, and so is a promise. If you are willing, I will help you fulfill your wish."

Loki's eyes were bewitching, like a deep whirlpool, pulling people into the unknown abyss bit by bit.

Black runes flickered in those amber eyes, making his proposal both attractive and potentially dangerous.

Xiao Huai stared at Loki's face without responding.

Loki smiled, his gaze lingering, his voice carrying a hypnotic power. "Make a wish, or don't, it's your choice. But once the opportunity is missed, there's no turning back. Are you truly willing to let him remain imprisoned in this desolate place? Trapped, waiting in vain like a dead object?"

After a moment, Loki noticed that Xiao Huai tilted his head and looked at him. His eyes were as deep as ice, and the coldness was enough to freeze three feet.

Xiao Huai's voice was calm. "So, this is your invitation? Do you expect me to believe you?"

Will the God of Mischief suddenly show mercy and help him?

He did not give an exact answer, but the last question seemed to have given the answer.

When Loki heard this, he suddenly laughed wildly, with a hint of madness and sarcasm in his laughter.

He shook his head, his tone exaggerated and somewhat helpless: "I really hope you can believe me for once, really."

His eyes reddened with laughter, and he walked up to Xiao Huai with a hint of provocation, leaning over and handing a pen to him.

Xiao Huai looked down at the pen, which was as black as ink.

Just as the pen fell into Xiao Huai's hands, a system prompt window suddenly popped up.

[Special dungeon invitation has been sent.]

[Message from the God of Mischief: If you want to know if what I said is true, why not come and see it next time.]

Loki's eyes were full of amusement. "This won't be the last time we meet. As for your wish, I'll keep it for you for now... you'll need it sooner or later."

As soon as Loki finished speaking, his smile gradually faded, and his figure gradually disappeared into the air as if blown away by the breeze.

He left a message: "I will show you what the gods see...the God of Chaos."

The surrounding light returned to normal, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

He lowered his head, and the Joker's playing card on the ground still hadn't disappeared, silently reminding him that everything that had just happened was real.

Xiao Huai put away the pen and looked around.

Loki's appearance is not accidental.

Even if he didn't say it, he knew it in his heart.

The end is about to begin.

Loki's power is much stronger than before.

Could he refuse the invitation?

No.

He must go.

Must go and see what's there.

Right now, there are still too many unfinished business for The Mirror.

The air was filled with a strange red light, as if it was seeping out from deep underground, making the walls blood red, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Xiao Huai pushed open a heavy wooden door, and in front of him was a room similar to the previous one. Almost the same scene appeared in front of him, as if it was repeating endlessly and extending infinitely.

He walked forward step by step, and every time he opened a door, he was greeted by the same space: three red candles were placed in the center of the room, and items that seemed to be used for some kind of ritual were displayed on the table.

The flickering candlelight cast strange shadows. Under the illumination of the red light, darkness and light and shadow intertwined into hideous outlines, as if a pair of eyes hidden in the dark were watching his every move.

As he went deeper, the red light in the room became more intense, as if it was soaked in blood, giving people a chilling illusion.

There seemed to be a low murmur in my ears, almost imperceptible, "I am unwilling to accept this..."

"I can not be reconciled……"

Suddenly, a cold ghost hand pounced towards Xiao Huai from the red light. The palm was as pale as a corpse, and the fingertips were bony and sharp.

Xiao Huai nimbly dodged to the side and easily avoided the ghost hand that was pouncing towards him.

After standing firm, he focused his attention slightly and noticed that the ghost hand actually had facial features.

In the center of the palm, a distorted human face slowly appeared, the mouth kept opening and closing, murmuring softly.