The Dreammaster's expression wavered in struggle.
Although he could see through Sol's moral coercion, he seemed powerless to counter it.
Even before the Oak Family arrived in Penacony, he had already been the head of the Oak Family, and it was back then that he began plotting the revival of Order.
Over the course of these long ages, he had led every member of the Oak Family toward the same dream, achieving true unity of all minds.
If his death could ensure that the revival of Order would proceed without disruption, then his personal death meant nothing.
The Dreammaster raised his head and said in a low voice, "How can I trust you—that after I'm gone, you truly won't interfere with the Family's plan anymore?"
"Of course. Didn't you hear my conversation with Acheron?" Sol smiled faintly and said solemnly, "I crave grand wars. I will save people from unconscious sweet dreams and harvest the purest, most beautiful hope!"
"Very well. I agree."
The Dreammaster's face darkened as he spoke resolutely. "I will fight you openly. My death will not implicate a single other member of the Oak Family."
He would still draw upon the power of the Family's members, but their lives would not be affected.
If he fought Sol and won, all would be well. If he lost, he would still secure a promise of noninterference.
As for after the Charmony Festival was completed, he believed the power of Order would absolutely not be something Sol could contend with—even if it was only the remnant of an Aeon.
"Looks like my verbal persuasion skills are pretty good."
Sol smiled slightly and turned to Acheron. "That was just acting earlier—don't mind it. At least the effect wasn't bad."
"Didn't look like acting."
Acheron turned her head away, clearly unaccustomed to this kind of cold humor.
Just now, she had barely restrained herself from drawing her blade.
「"I will stand above the heavens!"」—what ambition, what natural confidence.
This guy really was something else.
"That just proves my acting is good."
Sol shrugged, his expression bright and sunny.
He was a bright, cheerful young man—how could he possibly do something so utterly deranged?
The world misunderstood him too deeply. Truly tragic, truly lamentable.
"Heh heh."
The Dreammaster, Gopher Wood, remained expressionless as he let out a mocking laugh.
Acting? He didn't believe it for a second.
That guy's expression and words earlier—none of it looked like acting.
Gopher Wood shook his head slightly. The men, women, elders, and children of the Oak Family all withdrew at once.
Only a single raven remained, perched on a railing not far from Sol, Acheron, and Black Swan.
The raven rose into the air, its body stretching and transforming.
A middle-aged man with silver-white hair appeared, his features gentle, dressed in an elegant and well-tailored suit, exuding an approachable leader's aura.
He bowed slightly toward Sol and said politely, "I am Gopher Wood, former head of the Oak Family."
He no longer used the Oak Family's members as shields, though he still shared the mental power of over a hundred thousand members.
This time, he might not lose.
"Now this is starting to get interesting."
Sol lifted the crimson-gold greatsword with one hand, pointing it from afar at Gopher Wood.
"You've spoken recklessly enough. Let me teach you a lesson." Gopher Wood suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "In this vast universe, even an Emanator cannot afford to underestimate any faction."
"The Family, the Interastral Peace Corporation, the Xianzhou Alliance—such powers must be given due respect!"
He reached out as if grasping the air, and a silver-white knight's sword was drawn from the Memoria matter.
The blade was magnificent and pure; the hilt engraved with intricate patterns.
Rather than a weapon, it more closely resembled a ceremonial implement.
The Dreammaster swung the knight's sword, sweeping it toward Sol.
Within the dream world formed of Memoria matter, only higher powers with dual attributes of the real and the unreal—such as mental force and imaginary energy—could take effect.
The greater the heart, the greater the power.
Of course, mere dreaming without a matching will was useless.
With the augmentation of one hundred thousand minds, his power within Memoria was incomparably vast. This was the foundation of his fearlessness toward Emanators within the memetic domain.
An invisible yet tangible sword wave cut through space, stirring massive ripples through the Memoria.
A single strike contained lethal killing intent.
If it could not be blocked, or if one's soul was not strong enough, the sword wave would instantly shatter the spirit, leaving the body brain-dead in reality.
Death did not truly exist within dreams—but that only meant conventional death. Decapitation would not kill, nor would physical injuries.
Facing this overwhelming strike,
Sol smiled faintly and said calmly, "Goodbye."
He held the crimson-gold greatsword, radiating chilling majesty.
The Dreammaster's pupils shrank violently. In his eyes, Sol seemed to transform into a sword—one that could break all shackles and sever all mental constructs!
Or like a blazing star erupting forth, carrying light that could burn everything to nothing.
Even from dozens of meters away, he felt his mind pierced by the sword intent.
The power formed from the union of one hundred thousand minds was vast beyond measure—any movement should have unleashed earth-shattering might.
Yet now, it felt bloated and sluggish. The surrounding Memoria became unbearably viscous, leaving him unable to move at all.
"Let the heart be the sheath, and nurture the keen blade!"
"Edge of Taixuan—Sword Arts—Sever the wicked, cleave through delusion!"
Behind Sol, as he wielded the Judgement of Shamash, a massive greatsword phantom identical to it appeared as well.
If he passed the [Edge of Taixuan] to Jing Yuan… no, to Fu Xuan—others would've still needed diligent practice to draw out its full potential. But when he fused with that golden card back then, his realm had been maxed out from the start.
Unleashing the [Edge of Taixuan]'s full power was effortless.
With his demigod-level power, combined with the unleashed might of the Cataclysm Form, and the highest realm of [Edge of Taixuan]—
This strike would surely slay arrogance and shatter complacency.
The Judgement of Shamash cleaved downward, and the mountain-like giant sword phantom behind it followed in tandem.
When the sword fell—
Heaven and earth were torn asunder!
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