Sun and Moon Continent
Nowhere—within the vast, ancient canopy of the Sun and Moon Forest—Qian Renxue appeared soundlessly, like a fragment of a dream that had slipped into reality.
One moment there was only wind rustling through dark leaves.
The next moment—she stood there.
Golden hair shimmering faintly beneath filtered sunlight, purple eyes reflecting the blue sky.
She glanced around leisurely.
"I must say," she murmured, "the Star Dou Forest is much larger than this one."
Her tone was casual.
For her, traveling across oceans and continents was no longer a matter of distance. All intelligent beings dream. And dreams overlap, intersect and entangle. The dreams of millions formed a hidden ocean beneath reality—
The Collective Subconscious.
Before becoming a demigod, she had only been able to dip her fingers into it—nudging coincidences, altering small probabilities, bending perception in subtle ways.
Now— As a Goddess of Dreams and Memories—
The subconscious of the entire plane was like a network of glowing pathways beneath her feet.
Her consciousness sank inward.
Into her Spirit Sea.
A vast blue-gold ocean stretched endlessly, its surface calm and mirror-like. Stars flickered beneath its waters as if the cosmos itself had drowned there. Waves of pure mental power rolled gently across horizons unseen.
Her spiritual power had long stepped into the Divine Origin Realm.
Floating lazily above the waters was a white, plump creature—nearly one meter in diameter and seven meters long, Tianmeng Silkworm.
He wiggled slightly,
"Ah… I want to sleep more comfortably," he muttered sleepily.
Not far away—
A figure in gray robes floated upright, Electrolux.
His translucent form seemed steadier than ever. His grey eyes, deep and ancient, rested on Qian Renxue with unmistakable pride.
His disciple had achieved something he never could.
In his original world, beings who reached the pinnacle did not ascend, but would dissolve and become the law, order and the concept of the world.
To gain everything meant to lose oneself entirely.
But here—
She had retained her individuality.
Before he could sink too deeply into memory, Qian Renxue's voice interrupted him.
"Teacher," she said lightly.
Yet the curve of her lips made a twisted smile.
"I want to do something crazy."
Tianmeng froze mid-wiggle and Electrolux's eyes grew somber.
Before Electrolux could respond, Tianmeng Silkworm, who had been floating anxiously at the edge of the Spirit Sea, twisted his plump body in agitation.
"What do you mean?!" he blurted. "Everything you've done so far is already insane! Turning the continent upside down, beating up a God's divine intent, dropping meteors and erasing a clan of mre than thousand year of inheritance—what do you mean more crazy?!"
His small black eyes widened.
"You mean… there's something even more outrageous than that?!"
Electrolux did not spare the worm a glance.
His gaze remained fixed on the golden-haired girl before him.
She was no longer the child who had first entered the Undead Demiplane with trembling curiosity. She had grown tall—her bearing calm, her presence heavy, like a mountain that had decided to walk.
"Are you serious?" he asked quietly.
Electrolux narrowed his eyes slightly. "Define your 'crazy.'"
She clasped her hands behind her back, walking slowly across the surface of her own Spirit Sea as if strolling across a lake.
"There are too many variables in this era," she said calmly. "Asura. Sea God. Rakshasa. Reincarnators. Hidden protagonists."
Her purple eyes darkened faintly.
"And the seal inside me is weakening."
Silence fell as she continued
"In two years," she continued, "the thing sealed within me will begin to surface. If I fail to control it… this plane may not survive."
Electrolux did not speak, he had sensed the unstable murmurings growing louder over time, whispers not belonging to this world.
Qian Renxue turned toward him.
"So before that happens," she said softly, "I intend to.... I plan to clean up the nuisances"
Tianmeng's body stiffened.
"What? Nuisance?!" he squeaked.
Electrolux's expression grew solemn.
"You plan to provoke the Divine Realm."
It was not a question.
Qian Renxue smiled.
"If I fail—"
She shrugged lightly.
"I die."
Tianmeng let out a faint whimper.
Electrolux remained silent for several long seconds.
Then he asked quietly:
"And you want me to hide."
"Yes."
Her smile softened slightly.
"The Undead Demiplane is disconnected from this plane's causal threads. If something goes wrong, you must not be affected."
Electrolux stared at her.
For the first time in a long while, he felt something akin to helplessness.
"You are asking me to watch," he said calmly.
"Yes."
Qian Renxue did not avoid his gaze and nodded.
"I am already on the Sun and Moon Continent," she said evenly. "This is not merely another landmass. This is the birthplace of Soul Guide civilization."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"In Douluo Continent, strength still relies primarily on individual cultivation.."
"But here…" she gestured lightly to the forest beyond, as if seeing through mountains, "…technology amplifies the ordinary."
"And Spirit Hall," she continued softly, "has always lacked something."
Electrolux understood immediately.
"Standardized force," he said.
She smiled faintly.
"Spirit Hall has elites, including Titled Douluo."
"But its foundation—the countless Spirit Masters at the lower levels—are vulnerable."
Her tone turned colder.
"And the Gods… favor individuals."
"Some things have happened recently," she said softly. "I have been patient."
Her gaze turned distant for a moment.
"I think," she said, her voice becoming razor-thin, "I have kept quiet long enough."
Electrolux felt it. He had once been a ruler of calamity. A monarch of necromancy. A being who had shaken continents.
Electrolux stepped forward within the Spirit Sea.
"Then I will help."
There was no hesitation in his voice. But Qian Renxue interrupted immediately.
"No."