"What’s he talking about..."

Ji Xueruo still could not understand what was happening, nor did she know who the ’deep blue’ You Su mentioned was.

She only knew that this boy in the Middle Spirit Platform Realm somehow flew up, his severed limbs grew anew, shredded flesh reformed—truly a miracle. Compared to Yui Zhen, whose half face was peeled off, You Su resembled more of a sinister entity from the abyss, draped in flawless human skin.

You Su twisted his neck, making a cracking sound.

The wish of ’deep blue, allocate points’ did not come true, because his fragmented memory even left him uncertain of the meaning of ’allocate points’. He only remembered that in a hazy recollection, the protagonist of that story would always shout these words in moments of turning the tide.

Yet he did not fear, for in his mind, the divine things extended far beyond this.

Yui Zhen finally unleashed his power, roaring furiously at the sky:

"Feather Realm Perfection!"

As the words fell, his grim face and bruised body instantaneously recovered and began to transform continuously, resembling a vortex. After returning to calm, he had morphed into another person’s appearance—Shenxi!

Moreover, his physique and aura visibly expanded, causing the surrounding stalagmites to crumble into powder.

Ji Xueruo furrowed her brows deeply, unable to believe the spectacle unfolding before her. Though she possessed mastery in Makeup Transformation Skill, she had never witnessed a skill capable of perfectly morphing into another person in such a brief moment.

You Su, however, understood that Yui Zhen had deliberately withheld his Divine Power prior, not wishing to stray too far from reality and thereby reveal the hidden mystery of Hidden Earth Dream Realm.

Perhaps the previous cultivation around the Middle Feather Transformation Realm, and the Silk Control Skill, were all not his imagined limit.

"Mr. You, are you sure you wish to continue resisting?"

Even the voice matched Shenxi’s calm and composed tone.

"Should I call you Yui Zhen, or Shenxi?"

The Mo Song Sword had slowly flown back to You Su’s hand; he gripped the sword, his aura as steady as a mountain.

"Of course, it’s Yui Zhen!" Yui Zhen retorted vehemently, seemingly unwilling for others to mistake him for someone else.

"You sought the power of Feather Realm Perfection, transforming into him within the dream?" You Su had opened his eyes, fixing a gaze dark as ink.

"Who would willingly become a side branch with diluted bloodline?" Yui Zhen, though a steward, carried the pride of his own lineage. He looked down not only upon the barbaric Demon Race but also upon Shenxi, who had risen from the lower ranks.

You Su sneered, "Despising him while coveting his power—you are truly hypocritical to the utmost."

He then shouted to the sky, "Lower Void Realm!"

An inexhaustible force poured into his body as if an epiphany. Even with his full Power of Tai Sui unleashed, You Su had never felt this powerful.

He felt an ocean within him, whereas before, he had not amounted even to a single drop of water.

In his heart, he marveled—this is the chasm between the Void Realm and the Spirit Platform Realm, an insurmountable gulf! And within the illusion, it took mere five words to cross a gap that countless would never overcome even in a thousand years!

Yui Zhen merely curled his lip in disdain and said coolly:

"Things... aren’t as simple as you think here!"

As his voice fell, he conjured a tempestuous attack towards the still-stunned Ji Xueruo!

You Su stomped both feet; the Mo Song Sword twirled into a black cloud to intercept Yui Zhen.

Ironically, Yui Zhen’s true target was not Ji Xueruo—suspended across the surrounding walls were countless strands of knife silk, tightening as a fishing net.

These knife silks posed a grave threat to You Su earlier, yet to him at the Void Realm, cutting through these threads of Profound Qi was, at most, like tearing cobwebs from the corners of walls.

Yui Zhen remained undeterred, vigorously trembling his hands, as the knife silk relentlessly mended together, akin to unending rain on a stormy night.

You Su swept his sword, as agitated Profound Qi condensed in the air into six sword lights, creating an impenetrable defense, severing the menacing knife silk entirely.

"This body of yours is more resilient than I thought!"

’Shenxi’ beamed with his eyes full of shrewdness, exhaled deeply, and instantly transformed into a fierce whirlwind before You Su’s dancing sword. Wherever it surged, stalactites turned to dust at once.

You Su, unwilling to be perpetually restrained, took a step forward, crying out:

"Three Thousand Thunder Move!"

In an instant, his figure split into afterimages, akin to lightning flashing amidst the clouds.

But just as he prepared to evade the whirlwind and unleash a ’Flame-Splitting Wave-Devouring Ruler’, his boundless power abruptly vanished!

Replacing it was an excruciating pain, threatening to burst him open; he coiled his body with his remaining strength, but the sweeping winds were still destined to shred him apart.

He was sent crashing directly against the stone wall behind, leaving an invisible valley not visible to others.

Through thick dust, Yui Zhen could still see within the gorge, You Su’s body was now bereft of intact skin; it was apt to describe him as a pile of flesh and blood.

"Water God wouldn’t fulfill the covetous desires of one insatiable."

Yui Zhen pressed forward, laughing wildly, "You thought you could do as you pleased here? Mistaken! Gravely mistaken! Did you never consider that if everyone effortlessly wished for the strength to cleave through the Divine Mountain, this place would be in ruins already! This is the backlash against your relentless fantasies!"

You Su opened his mouth but words failed him, unable to utter despite possessing the power that commands reality.

Understanding You Su’s incapacity to reverse the tide, Yui Zhen generously shared the wisdom he had summarized: