Chapter 118 The Angler of the Ultimate Dimension?
"Beep! Host Ye Feng has completed the ultimate restructuring of the 'Reality Dimension'. Current Star Sea Federation citizens: 8 billion (all True God level)!" "Due to host level overload, the ultimate coordinates behind the 'Wall of Truth' have been locked: the Creator's headquarters—the Palace of Void Inspiration!" "The 'Supreme Editorial Department' is attempting to forcibly ban accounts? Host, do you wish to activate: Logic Counterattack Array, and drag all these keyboard-tapping people out to be burned alive?"
Blue Star, no, it should now be called the pinnacle of the "Star Sea Dominator Realm".
Ye Feng stood proudly atop the platinum cliff of Mount Tai, which had expanded to a height of 100,000 zhang. His black suit had evolved into a "dark matter divine robe" capable of devouring all laws. He held a glass of strong liquor brewed from the "primordial light particles of the universe" in his hand, his eyes sharp as knives, instantly cleaving through layers of nebulae and reaching the unfathomable end of the void.
"A title ban? My title was earned through countless punches across the heavens and earth. Who gave you the audacity to ban it like that?" Ye Feng downed the strong liquor in his cup in one gulp, then casually flicked it. The exquisite jade cup shattered in mid-air, turning into countless fragments of laws that instantly obliterated the several "Heavenly Dao Avatars" that were trying to surround him.
"Ali, bring out our 'All-Heavens Fission Cannon'!" Ye Feng coldly ordered. The sound waves vibrated, and the stars throughout the Milky Way trembled violently, as if kneeling before this sole monarch. "Since they want to play 'forced offline,' then I'll personally go and destroy their servers to use as ashtrays!"
"Alright! Captain, I've been waiting for this day for ages!" Hu Yanli's earth-shattering roar came from the Starsea mothership.
A terrifying cannon, the size of half the solar system, slowly emerged from the spatial folds, its barrel covered with densely packed "causal destruction incantations".
"These bastards, they're always hiding behind the screen plotting against us. Today I'm going to show them what a 'logic-level dimensional reduction attack' really means!" Hu Yanli grinned maliciously and pressed the launch button.
boom--!
A beam of purple-gold light, indescribable in words, instantly pierced the final barrier between reality and fiction. That supposedly insurmountable "fourth wall" proved as fragile as a charred piece of paper in the face of Ye Feng's unreasonable violence.
"The entire army, follow me and ransack their homes!"
With a wave of his hand, Ye Feng transformed the entire Star Sea Immortal City into a streak of light, savagely crashing into the pale, monotonous "Palace of Void Inspiration," which had dominated the life and death of countless people, following the passage blasted open by the cannon fire.
This is the source of all stories. This is the convergence of the wills of countless "authors" and "creators".
However, the moment Ye Feng descended, the pale space was instantly covered by domineering black and gold. The creators, dressed in white robes and holding "Truth Pens," all slumped in their swivel chairs like frightened chicks, staring in terror at the god of death descending from the sky.
"You...you actually came all this way? This doesn't make sense! This part wasn't in the script!" A bearded creator, who was about to type "The End," pointed at Ye Feng with trembling hands. His glasses fell to the side due to his extreme fear.
"Logic? In all the heavens and myriad realms, I am logic!" Ye Feng strode forward, and with each step, the underlying code of this Inspiration Palace cracked a little more. He grabbed the creator by the collar, as if he were carrying a tattered sack. "It's you guys who are always thinking about setting up setbacks for me? Always thinking about making my women suffer? Always thinking about using 'building up a climax' tactics?"
Ye Feng revealed an extremely arrogant and cold smile. He directly transformed the Thousand Chance Umbrella into a giant whip and lashed it hard across the face of the Creator.
"I'll show you what 'suppression' is all about today!"
"Ali, bring out all their 'settings,' 'outlines,' and 'drafts'!"
At Ye Feng's command, the Star Navy Legion charged into every corner of the Inspiration Palace like wolves and tigers. Those "scripts of destiny" that the world revered as divine pronouncements were now nothing more than a pile of rags in Hu Yanli's eyes.
"Captain, we found 100,000 copies of the 'Mainstream Abuse Plot Pack,' 10,000 copies of the 'Cuckoldry Malicious Patch,' and a bunch of junk viruses called 'Discontinued and Unfinished'!" Hu Yanli pulled a large pile of glowing scrolls from the warehouse with a look of disgust. "These guys are too ruthless. Shall we just burn them?"
"Burning them would be too easy on them." Ye Feng sat back down on a throne made of "the origin of the plane", his tone revealing extreme cruelty. "Orochimaru, inject all these plots into the souls of these 'creators', let them personally experience what it means to be 'unable to live, unable to die' in such torment."
"Hehe, Captain, don't worry, I'm best at this kind of 'soul editing' work." Orochimaru stepped out of the shadows, holding countless needles that shimmered with an eerie green light. "I'll make them reincarnate ten thousand times in their own stories, each time in a miserable state where their families are destroyed, their cultivation is ruined, and they can be bullied by even a stray dog on the street!"
In an instant, screams of agony echoed throughout the Creator's headquarters. Those who had once been high above, able to decide the fate of billions of lives with a mere stroke of their pen, were now the most tragic cannon fodder under their own pen, wailing in the eternal cycle of reincarnation.
Ning Rongrong walked gracefully to Ye Feng's side. With a gentle wave of her slender hand in the air, the originally chaotic Inspiration Palace was instantly reorganized into a huge, transparent Star Sea Control Room.
"Feng, we now have control over all the 'story streams'." Ning Rongrong nestled gently against Ye Feng's shoulder, but her eyes were filled with an all-powerful arrogance. "From this moment on, there are no more 'authors' in this world, only 'readers' and 'protagonists.' Everyone who yearns for invincibility and exhilaration can receive the protection of Emperor Ye Feng here."
Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction. He looked down at Blue Star, which had been completely upgraded to the "Eternal God Realm." There, former laborers had become supreme gods who could pluck stars and grasp the moon with a wave of their hands, and former ordinary people had become commanders who traversed the starry sea.
Under Ye Feng's rule, there will be no more injustice in this world, because the only rule is to let those who follow Ye Feng enjoy themselves to the fullest!
"Is this the end?" Ye Feng looked towards the deepest part of the Inspiration Palace, where there was a door exuding an ancient and grand aura, with two words written on it: Truth.
"Feng, could that be the real exit from our dimension?" Ning Rongrong looked over curiously.
"An exit?" Ye Feng slowly stood up, and the Thousand Chance Umbrella transformed back into the black-gold spear capable of piercing through everything. "I don't need an exit. Because no matter what's behind that door, even if it's a so-called 'god above gods' or a so-called 'real human world,' as long as I step through it, that place will have to change its name to Ye!"
Ye Feng thrust out his spear, and the "Gate of Truth" shattered with a deafening roar!
Behind that door, countless readers of this article suddenly felt a boom in their minds. They discovered that the words on their phone or computer screens had transformed into streaks of golden light, converging directly in their real rooms.
An arrogant and unruly figure, invincible in the world, slowly stepped out from the light.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my story is now officially entering its 'highest dimension'."
Ye Feng's voice was no longer just words, but a real sound that rang in everyone's ears.
"In my eyes, all these heavens and myriad worlds, this reality and illusion, are nothing more than a grand party. Since you all enjoy watching me sweep through everything, then I will lead you to wipe out all the injustices, regrets, and pain in this 'real world'!"
At that moment, all the physical constants in the world were rewritten once again.
Cancer? Eradicated! Poverty? Eradicated! The so-called "force majeure"? All of it was transformed into auspicious golden flowers fluttering in the sky in Ye Feng's single thought.
"Ali, go and distribute 'divine tokens' to these onlookers, one for each of them, don't miss any!" Ye Feng, at the peak that transcended dimensions, lit the last cigar, his expression as arrogant and domineering as ever.
"Rongrong, our wedding will be held right here at the 'Peak of Reality'. I want all the beings in the myriad realms and across all dimensions to be our best man and maid of honor!"
In that ultimate divine radiance that spanned reality and illusion, shattered logic, and dominated all imagination, Ye Feng, holding Ning Rongrong's hand, with his back to the "Creator's Headquarters" that had turned to ashes, took the most arrogant step toward that infinite, absolutely free, and absolutely invincible eternity.
I am Ye Feng. I am not a puppet created by anyone. I am the only—truth—in this universe, in this plane, in this reality!
Anyone who dares to challenge me, come and fight! I'm here, waiting for you until the very end of time!
Amidst the earth-shaking cheers and the jubilation of millions of readers awakening their divine power, the entire book at this moment inscribed a pure gold exclamation mark that represents eternal perfection, ultimate exhilaration, and absolute immortality!
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