Otherworldly Desert Dust

Gao Huan once again activated the Crystal Boundary Star Belt as his first line of defense.

Immediately afterward, he plunged one hand into the scorched vacuum and began attempting to requalify the unclaimed dark energy as a dark energy snowstorm, forming a second layer of protection with it.

The dual-phase dark energy he had borrowed proved to be a great asset, helping Gao Huan successfully withstand the Breath of the Canghuo Yinglong.

But just as Gao Huan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was confronted by a scene of unparalleled shock and suffocating death. Wu Hen had somehow silently appeared directly in front of him, wielding the Black Divine Death Sword in both hands. The sword's blade seemed to merge seamlessly with the vast form of the Ying Long, the sword and the dragon's body dancing in perfect harmony. For a moment, Gao Huan couldn't distinguish whether it was the Miracle Sword coming down in a divine slash or if a cosmic-level Canghuo Yinglong was lunging at him!

"Boom!!!!!!"

The icy mist surrounding Gao Huan evaporated, and his cherished abilities crumbled in an instant.

The dual-phase dark energy that Gao Huan had influenced earlier now completely turned against him. Once rendered as absolute zero, it now, under the might of the Canghuo Yinglong and the Black Divine Death Sword, rapidly shifted to an overheat state, obliterating the Crystal Boundary Star Belt Gao Huan had constructed.

Utterly tyrannical, even with twelve distinct multidimensional sealings imposed on him, Wu Hen's displayed power still resided in a high-dimensional realm. This infuriated Gao Huan even more. He couldn't comprehend how a human from the Nuwa God End could evolve to such a degree. What puzzled him even further was how this individual was someone he had known since childhood—someone he had always looked down upon.

This brought back Gao Huan's memories of Wu Hen's earlier words, words that always overshadowed him.

In the past, if Wu Hen had dared to say such things, Gao Huan would have laughed—laughed as if a fly in a glass jar were mocking humans for lacking wings and being unable to fly...

But now, Gao Huan couldn't laugh at all.

He'd plotted meticulously, and after discovering Wu Hen gradually losing control, he went so far as to use Mingyi as bait to carry out a plan to eliminate Wu Hen.

In the end, he not only exposed himself but also allowed the sly Li Feng to find definitive evidence of their existence.

Even if one exists in another dimension, it does not mean they absolutely transcend all others. It's like a film director crafting a tragic story for the protagonist. But one day, the protagonist's eyes pierce beyond the screen. After enduring all the suffering, it seems as though they've grasped the true source of their tragedy. They stare at you, the self-righteous director. Though unable to break through the dimensional barrier of the screen, they haunt your dreams every time you sleep—questioning you, seeking vengeance, even tormenting you.

To claim you wouldn't feel fear would be a lie.

Gao Huan had felt that way before.

Li Feng's elusive gaze, seemingly piercing through the "screen," made him extremely uncomfortable.

And then there was Wu Hen's increasingly uncontrollable power, capable of shattering dimensional barriers and truly bringing the strike of his sword upon him.

"You're not the only one with multidimensional attacks. Savor this strike, no matter what you are!"

Wu Hen's voice was chillingly cold. His figure grew grand and overwhelming again, dwarfing the vast Dark Domain. Only the sword stood before Gao Huan. In an instant, the sword consumed all of Gao Huan's perception. His pupils overflowed with terror, and he could smell the stench of death surging toward him like a tidal wave. He heard the sword's cry, like the toll of a funeral bell, deafening and foreboding. Despair choked him, filling his throat, while his every cell seemed to awaken in panicked consciousness, desperately attempting to flee!

In the end, Gao Huan's mortal body responded with pure instinct, embodying true annihilation.

Every cell of his body scattered, and in the moment of scattering, Gao Huan became a visible mass of blood particles, each connected by the thinnest of threads.

The vitality of his cells rapidly dissipated.

If this had occurred elsewhere in the Cang Chu Divine Realm, perhaps the cells could have regrouped and reformed his body.

But here, suffused with dual-phase dark energy—an even nobler manifestation of the ice-and-fire dual extremes—every fleeing cell of Gao Huan disintegrated into lifeless micro-fragments.

Gao Huan didn't even get the chance to experience the strike directly.

His body dismantled itself. Trillions of cells acted with independent wills. Such a fear-driven, involuntary death left Wu Hen with a newfound appreciation for the terrifying artistry of the Black Divine Death Sword.

This was truly thanks to Little Yi. Even slaying a high-dimensional lifeform had an artistic flair to it.

"So, over-obsessing about evolution does have its downsides. When every cell of your body functions like a living being, they'll fear too—and they might even grow legs to run away…" Wu Hen let out a long sigh, followed by a strangely absurd remark.

Little Yi never paid attention to Wu Hen's musings. It had long understood the universe's ultimate truth: eat well, sleep well. Seeking the meaning of life was something humans did when burdened by overthinking. Little Yi had already returned to simplicity.

Without a doubt, Gao Huan was a high-dimensional lifeform.

After slaying him, Little Yi devoured his icy mist and high-dimensional blood cells. This was no less valuable than the energy of a High-dimensional Yuan You, causing Little Yi to wag its tail excitedly.

The days of scavenging and eating trash were finally over. Finally, following Wu Hen, it was eating Immortal Meat—and life was looking increasingly hopeful!

"Did you already know there were high-dimensional humans in the Nuwa God End?" Wu Hen suddenly questioned Little Yi's motives.

How could it all be so coincidental?

For someone like him—a mere Otherworldly Newbie—to start the game with an invincible artifact.