Chapter 397 The Hidden One, the Hidden World

"I have no ill intentions. The past is to me like the morning dew that disappears in the sun. Only when I hold the knife, all the hazy scenes will become clear."

Huang Quan was silent for a moment and did not give a direct answer, but according to her, there were some things that even she herself was not clear about?

"If you still want to fight, I can spend a whole day with you. I guarantee that every time you will be forced to draw that "knife" to deal with it, so that you will have enough time to remember."

Yao Luo tilted his head, his tone still revealing arrogance and madness. Even if he needed to use extra energy to ensure that the stage under the feet of the two of them would not be torn apart due to excessive force, he was confident that he could do it.

Under the Star God, there is no rival.

"No need for that. I think before the winner is decided, it will be this 'world' itself that will collapse first."

Huang Quan looked around, the blood-red blade light was still on the surrounding sky, earth, and everything that could be torn apart, leaving deep grooves.

Those were scars left on "space", the most essential structure of the dream world, memory, which had been torn apart countless times by the two in a short period of time.

If even one strike of such an attack were to leak out of the dream, it would probably leave an irreversible scar in the dream world called "Pinocone".

But at this moment, these scars are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye under the power of Yao Luo's "memory". It is a speed that is enough to make the family's dream chasers drop their jaws in shock.

"That's true. After all, peeping at 'some things' is really tiresome."

As he spoke, Yao Luo turned around abruptly. His sharp gaze pierced through the clouds and turned into a tangible pressure that covered an inconspicuous high-rise building in the distance.

On the rooftop, a purple night thrush was enveloped by invisible pressure in an instant, melted by the powerful collapse energy, and turned into ashes, without even a trace of a feather left.

On the other side, a flash of red appeared in Huang Quan's eyes, and the cold armor on the fingertips of his right hand flickered in an instant, and the knife light that cut off cause and effect followed like a shadow.

There was a sound of something breaking in the air, and cherry-red fragments scattered into mud, and faintly the laughter of a fool could be heard from within.

The two people's movements were almost simultaneous, like a pair of partners with perfect understanding.

After all these actions were completed, on the side of "The End" Yao Luo opposite him, another figure slowly rose from the shadow under his feet.

"Sure enough, this man... still has room for maneuver."

Huang Quan's eyes were focused on that figure. It was hard to imagine that one person could have so many completely different yet equally powerful powers.

Different destinies all follow their own will and their own "Tao". Even if there are conceptual overlaps, more often than not, they are life-and-death collisions.

After traveling across the galaxy for many years, Huang Quan had never seen so many powerful "concepts" gathered in one person safely and soundly.

This is not something that can be explained by "multiple personalities" or "doppelgangers".

This person must have some kind of "ideas" and "will" that are overwhelming enough to bear all of this.

A shadow rose, and the "End" on the stage slowly fell down with a satisfied smile. Before leaving, he looked at Huang Quan with a slightly provocative look, meaning: See you next time!
"Memory" comes from the shadow and condenses into a glass body on the illuminated stage. This is the power that Yao Luo uses the most, and it is also the power that is least likely to overturn.

Even if nothingness casts a shadow on him, Yao Luo can still be reborn with a new body by constantly "updating" himself.

"By now, the bystanders should have left."

Yao Luo looked around calmly, and the memories dancing around him seemed to be endowed with life and vitality, condensing into crystal stairs and colored glass crowns behind Yao Luo.

"Or maybe we are in a bigger dream now." Huang Quan put away his knife, caution flashed in his purple eyes, and he responded to Yao Luo's words.

“So, we need a safe place, a safe enough ‘world’, a place where we can talk without being interrupted.”

Yao Luo looked down at the dream world around him that was so destroyed that it could not be recognized from its original appearance. Everything did not deviate from his original course.

Yao Luo, his original purpose of looking for Huang Quan was not to see who was superior, this was just an illusion for outsiders to see.

Because in Pinocchio, this dreamland controlled by the family, nothing can hide the music of "harmony".

Everyone, their thoughts, will turn into notes among the many voices of harmony, and everyone has the potential to become the prelude to the advent of "harmony".

In Yao Luo's body, he never ignored the music of "harmony" from the beginning.

From the moment Yao Luo came to Pinoconi on the first day, a special shadow, a "Yao Luo" that was exactly the same as Yao Luo, had already been gestating in his body.

Even Yao Luo himself could not stop that power. It was a declaration from "Harmony" itself. The moment Yao Luo stepped into Pinoconi, he could not extricate himself.

The three-faced Lord, the incarnation of one body with a thousand faces, will announce the inevitable outcome in His territory:

The "harmonious" Xi Pei wants to baptize Yao Luo as a "family member".

But this way of invitation is terrifying. The music in Yao Luo's mind will change him unconsciously and make him a part of "Everyone's fantasy shares the same God, and the infinite harmony and bliss are shared."

When faced with "Tongxie", Yao Luo had only one way to deal with it.

That is [nothingness].

Every time Huang Quan's knife killed him, the music of "Tong Xie" would briefly disappear from his mind.

That is to say, Yao Luo will take this opportunity to resolve all this.

Therefore, his relationship with Huang Quan is not "confrontation" but "cooperation".

Raising his hand, golden light began to shine in this world that was "corrected" by Yao Luo and Huang Quan. Anyone who observed this world could only see the external traces of Yao Luo and Huang Quan's power, but could not peek into its inner world.

"This is…………"

Huang Quan raised his hand, and for the first time, there was a hint of surprise in his purple eyes.

Because, a complete and perfect "circle" stood out from the golden light. It was a scene that could only be seen in the deepest "ocean" and was rarely seen even in the underworld.

And inside this sphere of only tens of centimeters, a rich space full of infinite possibilities unfolds in front of Huang Quan.

Yao Luo's tone was full of sighs and memories.

"This is a 'world' that I shattered with my own hands. After a long period of restoration, it has now become a realm that is absolutely difficult to be discovered."

"To put it in more understandable terms..."

“This is a ‘world bubble.’ ”

(End of this chapter)