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In the capital, everyone else was stunned.

The players stared in disbelief at the supreme figure of the God of Imagination, their eyes filled with terror.

"What a terrifying scheme! Spanning endless time, abandoning everything from the past, and actually succeeding in returning, even becoming a god-king!"

"It's over. We probably have no hope of winning this 'Change of Reality' incident."

The crowd's expressions darkened, and many began to consider leaving.

Witnessing the Dragon King abandon his throne and embrace divine power, the worldview of the original inhabitants of the capital city completely collapsed. They stood there dumbfounded, as if their souls had been ripped out.

However, when they looked at the god of fantasy in that high-backed chair, pain and confusion flashed in their eyes.

Even the god of imagination did not expect that these illusory figures extracted from history would reveal such emotions.

On the high-backed chair, the God of Imagination's eyes dimmed for a moment, then instantly returned to normal.

"It doesn't matter anymore. The transformation between reality and illusion is complete. These phantoms... will soon disappear."

He calmed his mind and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the process of merging with the new body and adapting to the imagined divine authority.

Although the great paths lead to the same destination, there is ultimately a difference between the "fantasy" of the God of Imagination and the "reality" of Him as the Dragon King, and it is not something that can be fully adapted to overnight.

Moreover, this body essentially belongs to Xiao Yun. Although He has donned His own skin, there is still a sense of rejection, making it difficult to fully control.

"However, once fully integrated, the potential of this body is definitely no less than that of my original body."

The God of Imagination looked at the Dragon Heart within his body and the Star Tear slowly rotating in his brain, his eyes flashing.

"Is this... the true darling of heaven and earth? No wonder the second generation of gods abandoned their original bodies and chose human form..."

He calmed down and was about to carefully study the new body when he suddenly felt a threat coming at him.

scoff-

Before He could react, a series of black spikes pinned Him to the high-backed chair.

"This is... the power of [Chaos]?"

The God of Imagination looked at Ji Mingyu under the black sun, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly:

"Great power, but unfortunately, it's too immature."

Ji Mingyu's voice was icy cold:

"Killing you is enough!"

As he spoke, countless tentacles emerged from the distorted black sun, wrapped around his body, and slowly pulled him into the viscous darkness.

The illusion trembled silently, almost instantly turning pitch black, as a terrifying and eerie aura pressed down.

The God of Imagination's expression remained unchanged; he simply stared at Ji Mingyu's distorted figure and spoke in a deep voice:

"Since things have come to this, why waste your energy? Is it worth getting lost in confusion and giving up a bright future for this obsession?"

"Heh, why do you, old Bi, care so much?"

Ji Mingyu coldly interrupted, his killing intent already solidifying into a tangible form:

"You heartless bastard, get off my brother right now!"

Before the words were finished, countless sharp spikes emerged from nothingness and rained down on the god of imagination.

"Open the door!"

Ji Mingyu let out a cold shout, and countless portals leading to nothingness opened simultaneously, slamming down on the God of Imagination.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the figure of the God of Imagination was instantly swallowed up.

"Did it work?!"

Everyone looked at Ji Mingyu, their eyes filled with astonishment:

"This guy has been hiding his identity all this time; who knew he was actually a super big shot?"

Many people's eyes flickered, their thoughts racing.

With such a powerful figure leading the charge, perhaps they can take advantage of the chaos and try to seize the power of a god!

But the next second, their ideas were shattered by reality.

In the air, a crack appeared in the tightly interlocked portal, and the god of imagination emerged from it.

He appeared calm and unharmed.

"If you truly mastered chaos, I might still be wary, but now..."

The god of fantasy shook his head slightly, and Chong Jimingyu raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched:

"Open the door!"

Boom boom boom!

With a continuous roar, countless portals opened in mid-air, and a void wind blew in from them. Ji Mingyu felt his soul tremble.

"A creation born of fantasy!"

Ji Mingyu's pupils contracted sharply, alarm bells rang in his mind, and he instinctively dodged.

However, before he could make a move, spikes burst forth from nothingness, piercing his body and pinning him firmly in mid-air.

hum-

The distorted black sun instantly became riddled with holes, trembling slightly, radiating a trace of human-like pain.

A painful hiss escaped Ji Mingyu's throat, and he heard the sound of air being torn apart. He was about to be smashed into a pulp by the portal and banished into nothingness.

"Let's give it our all!"

A fierce glint flashed in Ji Mingyu's eyes. Behind him, the black sun roared, rapidly expanding before exploding with a deafening roar!

boom!

Everything fell silent, the world lost its color.

Once hearing and sight returned, all that remained in the air above Ji Mingyu, in the sight of the onlookers, was a meaningless expanse of pale white.

Like a tattered canvas, a chilling, empty wind howls.

"As expected, even an incomplete god is not someone a mortal can easily fool."

Not to mention, the God of Imagination is a god-king who transcends ordinary gods.

The pastor sighed softly, shook his head, and slowly disappeared.

He had given up hope of completing the incident and planned to find a place to hide until it was over.

Even if everyone present joined forces, they could not stop the birth of this god-king.

The others realized this as well, sighed, and used their abilities to distance themselves from this place of trouble.

On the cracked earth, Ji Mingyu supported his battered body, breathing heavily.

He struggled to stand up, but a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"That's enough. The pointless resistance ends here. Stop wasting time."

The god of fantasy looked down at him, his expression indifferent:

"He has disappeared, and I have made a promise that when I truly ascend to the position of God-King, I will use my imagined divine authority to bring him back."

"Ha...ha, cough cough cough..."

Ji Mingyu's face flushed red, and he coughed violently a few times. He forced himself to lift his head and meet His gaze, his eyes full of mockery:

"You can fool others with this, but don't fool yourself too."

"Theoretically speaking, imagination can create everything, but..."

"If a creature that has already disappeared is recreated through imagination, is it still the same creature?"

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"Furthermore, if you can really conjure up an exact replica of someone, why not bring back your former people and brothers?"

Ji Mingyu grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and let out a cold laugh:

"Is it that you don't want to?"

The god of fantasy remained silent, a complex glint in his eyes.

Just as the kid in front of him guessed, He couldn't do it.

Even if, as promised, a new Xiao Yun is conjured up in imagination, he would be nothing more than a puppet with Xiao Yun's memories.

But even so.

"Mortals have no right to disobey God's decisions."

He said coldly:

"Or, you can choose to die."

Ji Mingyu sneered, his hand trembling as he raised his middle finger:

"Go to hell!"

"Stubborn to the end."

The god of fantasy raised his head, and the last trace of pity vanished.

He slowly raised his hand and brought down destruction.

His palm fell, then paused in mid-air.

A pair of fists blocked the way between Him and Ji Mingyu.

"Hey, trash. He may be down, but the battle has only just begun."

Shang Qi said coldly, his eyes filled with the flames of anger, and his aura surged, becoming more powerful and domineering!

Finally, the iron fist tore through the air, crashing down with the power to suppress even the gods.

"Come, you piece of trash unworthy of being king, let me show you what a true king is!"

"Heh, a mere mortal, do you think you're qualified to lecture me!"

For the first time, the God of Imagination was enraged. He made a fist with one hand, and the blue wind in his hand condensed into a blade.

The next second, the knife was drawn, and the fist fell.

boom!

The fist and the blade collided, producing a crisp sound.

But unexpectedly, the knife in the God of Imagination shattered instantly.

boom!

The heavy punch slammed into the god of fantasy, sending him and his throne flying backward, carving a deep furrow in the ground.

When the smoke cleared, a horrific crater appeared on the chest of the God of Imagination, his entire chest almost pierced through.

But He was completely unaware, staring blankly at the scattered green wind in his hand.

The formless and shapeless wind, His most proficient ability, could transform a mere wisp into a blade stronger than any divine artifact, splitting a star in two.

But now, no matter how much divine power He mobilizes, He can no longer gather even a wisp of green breeze.

"Hahaha, false king, this is the price you pay for abandoning the past!"

Shang Qi laughed heartily, his fist landing mercilessly.

Bang bang bang!

A series of sounds, like the beating of drums, rang out, and the God of Imagination retreated continuously.

However, His wounds slowly healed.

Finally, at a certain moment, He stood still and grasped Shang Qi's fist.

"I don't need these, because I have better ones."

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the God of Imagination, and behind him, a tall, illusory figure slowly emerged.

That was the legendary demigod, the eldest son of the supreme god, who once conquered the world with his fists and established an immortal legacy!

The next second, the phantom slowly overlapped with the God of Imagination.

Shang Qi's pupils dilated in shock. He felt as if he were facing not a god of fantasy, but a legendary warrior far surpassing himself!

"How can a mortal king compare to a god among men?"

As the God of Imagination spoke, he threw a punch.

boom!

Shang Qi didn't even have time to defend himself before he was instantly turned into a human punching bag.

"Damn it, stop watching and help!"

He squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

Before he finished speaking, the ground began to shake.

The overlord-level monster, the Demon Corpse, roared and charged forward with all its might:

"It's all or nothing!"

The frost giant lifted a building and slammed it down on His head.

"Hahaha, how wonderful! Today, I will slay the gods!"

Not only him, but also a group of orcs, dwarves, and giants charged forward, brandishing their weapons and howling with eager eyes.

"Wow, to participate in such a powerful battle, even dying would be worth it!"

"madman!"

The god of fantasy gritted his teeth when he suddenly heard a roar overhead.

"die!"

Su Muqing's expression was icy, and the staff in her hand emitted a terrifying light.

A deluge of spells rained down relentlessly, carrying the determination to destroy the entire world.

Jing Feiwan's magical power surged like a tide, and the destructive rain curtain trapped him tightly.

A long river of sword energy surged forth, and Ye Cheng roared as he slashed down with his sword.

Amidst the flames of the explosion, Kong Changhao moved like a beam of light, wielding the Heavenly Feather Blade in his hand, leaving wound after wound on the God of Imagination.

Not only them, but also many more members of the ideal state, blood sworn Servants who planted the seeds of fire, and other players who stayed behind for different purposes.

In an instant, the god of fantasy was surrounded by enemies and had no time to retaliate.

In the shattered capital, only the roar of explosions remained.

After an unknown amount of time, a dull knocking sound suddenly rang out.

Boom!

"That's enough!"

With a flick of his scepter, the God of Imagination conjured up countless bubbles, gathering all the attacks and vanishing them without a trace.

He looked at the crowd, a flash of disgust in his eyes:

"A bunch of lowly and ignorant insects, how dare they criticize me and try to kill me!"

"The transformation between illusion and reality has been completed! I am the Imaginary God-King! Immortal and indestructible! Even time cannot erase my name! How much less can you ants like me!"

His eyes were filled with rage, and he raised his scepter, the divine pressure descending from the heavens.

Everyone groaned, unable to even lift their heads.

"I'll show you what... the wrath of the God-King truly is!"

He was about to unleash destruction, but his entire body froze in place.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even move his little finger.

"I'm not dead yet. To use my body to kill my people is going too far."

A familiar voice rang out, and before the God of Imagination's incredulous eyes, Xiao Yun's phantom appeared.

"Besides, who said your concept of 'real versus illusory' has changed?"

Xiao Yun chuckled and pointed to the progress bar—

The shift between reality and illusion is progressing... 99.9%...

"It seems like you've gotten stuck."