472: I'll kill you all.

As time passed, Liu Yan arrived at the place where the decisive battle had once taken place.

At this moment, Liu Yan's figure was already situated in a different space; although he stood there, others could not see him.

Watching everything that had happened, everything that occurred when he was not there.

The death of Zhang Ning, the death of Zhao Chuang, the death of Long Wu.

None of these failed to make Liu Yan heave a sigh.

"Zhao Chuang... you're so foolish. Even until your death, you thought it was because you didn't protect them well..."

Looking at Zhao Chuang, who had died on the spot with his fists raised, Liu Yan lamented.

Looking further back, Liu Yan saw everything Fuji had done and everything he had endured after the battle ended.

Liu Yan remembered that among them in the past, Fuji was the one with the least talent.

But he had done things that even he himself had not been able to do.

...

End World.

A thousand years later.

Walking in a technological kingdom that could no longer be understood.

Liu Yan saw countless versions of... himself standing in front of him?

Liu Yan's brows furrowed slightly.

"We calculated the time; it should be about right." Long-Haired Liu Yan twisted his neck and walked up to End Liu Yan, patting him on the shoulder.

"You've worked hard. How much energy from your tear of the ocean have you collected?"

End Liu Yan did not answer this question but gave a faint smile.

"I thought of countless possibilities, but I never expected the result to exceed my expectations."

"What... is your goal?"

Long-Haired Liu Yan sighed and said with a troubled expression, "Sigh, I have to explain it all over again."

"But that's fine, it is the last time I'll have to explain it, after all."

"Otherwise, I really would have to..."

"Don't dawdle," End Liu Yan said faintly.

Long-Haired Liu Yan was stunned, his brows knitting together slightly: "It's not... sigh, fine, fine, I'll just say it directly."

"After each of us experiences a cycle of 300,000 worlds, our energy is sufficient for us to directly reshape a world."

"Now, counting you, our number is equal to the number of worlds that were destroyed."

"That is to say, with the tear of the ocean in your hands, we can reshape all the worlds."

"I'm not talking about the fake worlds of the tear of the ocean, but the real ones, those who have already died."

After hearing what Long-Haired Liu Yan said, End Liu Yan's expression was visibly stunned for a moment.

He looked up and scanned all the "selves" present who looked the same as him but had different clothing, expressions, and manners.

"Who proposed this idea?"

End Liu Yan looked at the crowd with a scrutinizing gaze.

Long-Haired Liu Yan raised his hand and pointed not far away.

"Him, the Original, that is, the first one."

"But those things don't matter; we only need you to complete the set. You are the last one."

"We went to great lengths to help you collect energy."

End Liu Yan walked toward the Original Liu Yan without looking back, saying at the same time: "Then thank you very much for going to such trouble to make me suffer."

End Liu Yan's words left Long-Haired Liu Yan somewhat speechless.

"Sorry, but we are also doing this for the final result. You should be able to understand."

Under the gaze of everyone, End Liu Yan stood in front of the Original Liu Yan.

His next sentence made the expressions of all the "Liu Yan"s present change completely.

"You are also an End."

As the words fell, the Original Liu Yan abruptly raised his head. A moment later, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"How did you know..."

End Liu Yan nodded.

"As expected."

"Perhaps you don't even know yourself which 'End' you are."

"300,000 individuals with different personalities, all trying to do the same thing..."

"No matter how you think about it, you know it's impossible."

"Perhaps, someone wants to use the tear of the ocean to do some things they want to do?"

End Liu Yan stood up and looked around at everyone again: "Have you ever thought about what would happen if we took out all the tear of the oceans now to reshape those so-called worlds?"

"Who goes first?"

Once this question was thrown out, everyone frowned at first.

As time ticked by, the other "Liu Yan"s widened their eyes one after another.

They realized.

That's right!

Once even a small portion, even if only a few people, had ideas that didn't align with the majority.

But were hidden among them.

How could that be avoided?

And once others used their own tear of the ocean to restart a world first.

Then the further it went, the fewer people would have the tear of the ocean in their hands.

And the few remaining at the end... if they had their own ideas.

Then no one present, or rather, everyone combined, would have any way to stop it all.

With just one sentence, End Liu Yan had sown suspicion among those who had spent who knows how much time together.

If he had said this from the very beginning, then everyone wouldn't have been like this.

But he had first asked the Original if he had been an End before!

That meant that these 300,000+ people were not the first cycle at all!

But who knows how many cycles had passed, and the so-called Original was just the End from the last time.

Before... they had all failed for various reasons.

Looking at the wary crowd, End Liu Yan smiled.

He understood that the one who first thought of this idea perhaps wanted to create perfection in this way.

But in this world, true perfection is precisely imperfection.

Just as the scene fell into silence, a Liu Yan wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked over.

"Those things don't matter; we can fully agree on the worlds to be restarted."

"Use the tear of the ocean at the same time."

"Once it's discovered that someone is hesitating or is slow, everyone stops together."

After the gold-rimmed glasses Liu Yan finished speaking, he stood in front of End Liu Yan.

"The most important thing now is how much energy your tear of the ocean has actually collected."

"Is it enough to restart a world?"

Hearing this question, End Liu Yan shrugged.

He raised his hand, flipped his wrist, and played with a sphere that was so transparent it was almost invisible between his slender fingers.

Seeing the tear of the ocean in End Liu Yan's hand, everyone was stunned.

His tear of the ocean...

Was empty...

"How is this possible?!"

"Do you have no emotions? 300,000 worlds! Even a beast couldn't possibly have zero energy!"

"What exactly did you do? Did you use up the energy of the tear of the ocean?!"

Facing the barrage of questions, End Liu Yan did not answer, just smiled and looked at them.

Watching End Liu Yan's reaction, the others found it even harder to understand.

"The worlds you experienced were fake, but everything you did, and everything that happened in that world, will be inherited by the next!"

"That is to say, it's impossible to continue the 'infinite' tear of the ocean after you!"

"If you want to ensure perfection, then damn it, you can only do it all over again! From the very beginning!"

"Because missing your tear of the ocean means one of those worlds cannot be restarted!"

End Liu Yan shook his head.

"There's no need to tell me these things."

"Because the moment I appeared, it was already over."

"What are you going to do?" A bad thought suddenly emerged in the Original Liu Yan's heart.

End Liu Yan smiled faintly.

"Kill you..."

"All."