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The woman stood alone, gazing at the slowly fading light and shadow of the door, and murmured softly:
"Welcome back to...the real dream."
A gust of wind swept across the barren land, and the bells rang out again, as if some destiny was about to unfold.
At this moment, no one knows what lies hidden behind that door—
"Sis, do you think they'll make it out alive?"
"I don't know, maybe. But the question is... will they be the ones who come out?"
The girl gently touched her forehead, and stardust slipped from her fingers.
She looked up at the frozen clock, her lips twitching slightly:
"The most terrifying moment is yet to come."
As the light gradually faded, the ground beneath their feet transformed from a blanket of snow to a hard, cold black stone surface. There was no concept of sky here, nor of end—the surroundings were enveloped in a thin, grayish-white mist, as if the entire space were closing itself off.
A colossal clock hangs in the very center of this void, its size beyond imagination. Its edges seem to be covered with inscriptions, yet each stroke flickers and fades with some invisible rhythm, like memory itself breathing.
"The Anchor of Time..." Chu Mo gazed up at the clock, his tone complex. "So that's how it is. No wonder this dream can't be broken; someone has trapped it here."
Chapter 1129 Don't Look at That Clock
Su Ting's gaze was fixed on what lay ahead.
The sleeper is there.
Just as everyone approached the bell, the surrounding air suddenly turned cold, and a whispering sound began to surround them:
"Come back...don't look at that clock."
"He can't wake up... He can't forgive you."
"Who?!" Chenxi suddenly drew her sword and stood up, her sharp gaze sweeping across the surrounding mist. "Who's speaking? Speak up if you have something to say, instead of hiding like a coward!"
Amidst the mist, a blurry figure slowly coalesced into form.
A tall, slender figure was shrouded in a tattered cloak, his face hidden in the shadows, leaving only a pair of extremely cold eyes that gleamed silver in the mist.
"Welcome home," the man said softly.
The girl frowned sharply: "Who are you?"
The shadow slowly lifted a corner of its cloak, revealing an arm with skin as white as snow and pale gold chains wrapped around its knuckles.
“I am the name you have forgotten, and the fate you do not wish to recall.” His voice seemed to come from a thousand echoes, sending chills down one’s spine. “You have trespassed into a place you should not have come to.”
“Shut up.” Su Ting suddenly spoke, his voice not loud but filled with resolute determination, “If you really are 'him,' then you wouldn’t be afraid to let us see your face.”
The shadow paused for a moment, then slowly raised its head.
His face bore a striking resemblance to Su Ting's, but was paler, with a deep weariness in the corners of his eyes, as if he were carrying the weight of an entire world.
"You want to see me?" he asked softly. "Why?"
Su Ting took a deep breath, slowly stepped forward, and looked directly into the other person's eyes: "Because I have a question for you—why did you give up everything? Why did you leave? What exactly did we do wrong?"
silence.
It felt as if even breathing was frozen in the air.
"Because you betrayed it," the figure finally replied.
“What did I betray?” Su Ting frowned. “I don’t even know what happened.”
"You don't need to know," the figure said calmly, "but do you know? When you tried to change the outcome, you became the fuse that ignited this nightmare."
"Nonsense!" Chenxi strode forward, slammed the giant axe in her hand onto the ground, and roared, "Stop trying to scare me with this nonsense! If you really were the creator, you should remember our names! Remember what you promised! You said you didn't want to wake up... because you were afraid of being judged?"
The shadow watched her silently for a long time before uttering a barely audible word:
"Judgment? It came the very day I chose to fall asleep."
The little girl spoke softly: "So you'd rather dream than face reality? Is this really the 'person' we know?"
The shadow slowly raised its hand, and a shattered mirror appeared in its palm. The mirror's surface was mottled and broken, yet it faintly reflected scenes from various scenes.
That was their past: the time they fought side by side, every night they laughed and cried...
Then came a sudden calamity: flames scorched the earth, people wept, and "he" stood amidst it all, holding a man's head in his hand, the man's face covered in blood and resentment—
"Do you remember that night?" the shadow whispered. "After that night, I was no longer worthy to be a guardian. I wasn't running away; I just realized one thing—this world no longer belongs to me."
Chapter 1130 Distorted Reality
The little girl's eyes reddened slightly: "But we've been waiting for you to come back... Even if you don't deserve it, we've never given up."
"Worth it?" The figure sneered, its voice suddenly sharp. "What do you mean 'worth it'? Do you know that the reason I killed that person was because he had become a being capable of distorting reality! He brought about the end, I killed him with my own hands, and I locked myself in this dream forever—not because I ran away, but because I didn't want to bring destruction into reality!"
The whole audience was shocked.
Chu Mo frowned, muttering to himself, "...So...you're protecting us? Even in this way?"
"Heh..." The figure gave a bitter laugh. "Protect? You think I'm keeping watch, but I'm just repenting. I just want all of this to stay in my memory... so it doesn't taint reality."
Su Ting approached step by step, his eyes filled with determination: "So now, are you willing to face it? We are ready."
After a long silence, the figure finally spoke slowly:
"Do you really want to know the truth? Even if it's... the biggest mistake I ever made?"
“Speak,” the little girl said, looking at him firmly. “We’re all listening.”
Just then, the bell rang again!
This sound was deeper than the previous one, as if the heavens and earth were trembling.
That voice contained something that did not belong to this world—a will that was about to awaken!
The sleeper suddenly turned around and looked at the clock face, his eyes showing shock for the first time.
"Something's not right... The Anchor of Time... It's operating on its own!"
"What's going on?!" Chenxi gripped her weapon tightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
Shadow's expression turned extremely grim: "Someone outside... activated it!"
Before the words were even finished, a crack suddenly appeared on the clock face in the distance!
A strange light seeped from the crack; it was not ordinary light, but a phantom that devoured people's thoughts!
Immediately afterwards, a laugh that was both strange and familiar rang out—
"Oh dear~ You old friends always keep secrets too well hidden~ Let me reveal the mystery for you!"
Everyone suddenly turned their heads.
From within the mist, a figure draped in a blood-red robe slowly emerged, his features concealed beneath a hood, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes.
"Who...who are you?" The girl took a half step back warily.
The man smiled and said, "Long time no see, everyone. It seems you haven't fully grasped the true nature of this dream yet—would you like me to tell you about it? About the... true mastermind."
Su Ting narrowed his eyes slightly: "State your purpose."
The man in the red robe clapped his hands gently, his movements so elegant they were almost eerie.
"I will finish what was left unfinished."
He raised his hand and pointed to the sleeping man's chest, whispering:
"You think you're the only one protecting the world? Actually... there are people who have borne everything long before you. The destiny you speak of... has never been predetermined."
"Who changed the course of fate?" Chu Mo gritted his teeth.
The man in the red robe lowered his head slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"It's you."
Su Ting froze.
“I said…” the man in the red robe said, emphasizing each word, “I will let you see the truth.”
Suddenly, the crack on the clock burst open!
A piercing scream echoed through this desolate dreamland...
The next second, almost simultaneously, a single thought exploded in everyone's mind—
We're not here to wake him up...
We were meant to die in this dream...*
Chapter 1131 is about digging one's own grave.
"What did you say?!" Chenxi suddenly swung her axe into the air. "Stop spreading rumors here!"
The man in red robes gently raised his hand, and an invisible force instantly stopped the axe blade's momentum.
"I'm saying—from the moment you entered this dream, you were merely pre-arranged puppeteers." He chuckled softly. "You thought you were there to save people, but in reality... you're digging your own graves."