Chapter 444: Fantasy Manifestation

"Su Mu!" Yang Dongqing's anxious roar echoed from a distance. He arrived in a flash, reaching out to support him.

Su Mu waved him off. Under the bloody glow radiating from the Scarlet Moon, the gaping hole in his chest slowly healed.

"The power of a god is truly formidable. It seems if I lose today, I'll really die."

He could feel the Pain Divine Power corroding his body. Though the Scarlet Moon had healed the physical wound, resisting that divine erosion had drained a significant amount of the artifact's strength.

Seeing that Su Mu was fine, Yang Dongqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, catching himself, he added awkwardly, "I didn't come specifically to help you. I just couldn't let the God of Pain destroy the world and put Jasmine in danger."

"I'm glad you came back, but unfortunately, you can't help me here. Tell you what—go deal with the Pain Divine Cult followers over there. That would be the biggest help you could give me."

Su Mu's helpless tone made it sound as though he were banishing Yang Dongqing to the kids' table.

Yang Dongqing wanted to retort, but he had to admit the truth. Stepping into this fight would only add to the chaos.

With the descent of the God of Pain, the surviving cultists had completely lost their minds, reduced to mindless puppets of the evil god. It was the perfect opportunity for Cult Leader Yang Dongqing to clean house.

Swish!

Another black spear tore through the air. This time, Su Mu didn't take it head-on. He activated Dreamwalking Mode and dodged it.

The God of Pain seemed completely unbothered. It slowly ascended to stand in the void, and began a massacre, laying waste to the Blood Moon Empire.

It was manufacturing pain to fuel its own power.

"Looks like I have to go with Plan B," Su Mu said, a crystalline blue light flashing in his eyes.

He had originally intended to weaken the God of Pain and see if he could kill it. But now, it was clear that a god's might far surpassed mortal imagination. Even weakened, even in an incomplete state, it was simply not something a human could defeat.

Su Mu's Plan B was simple. Since he couldn't solo the God of Pain, he needed backup.

People like Yang Dongqing and the Seven Kings might be at the apex of the current era, but against a god, they were nothing more than slightly larger ants. It was safe to say no one in this world could assist him. However, if he didn't have any helpers, he could just create some.

"Xiao Yuan, activate Fantasy Manifestation!"

"What do you want to manifest?"

"People."

"What kind of people?"

"People who can counter the God of Pain. Create them from my memories!"

Two figures flashed through Su Mu's mind—characters from novels he had read. Before awakening that special dream realm, he had been just an ordinary student who loved reading web novels in his free time, and he had burned through plenty of them.

Later, after gaining control of the Dream World, he had repeatedly transformed the realm into those fictional settings and crossed over to experience them firsthand.

And among all the novels he had read, two individuals perfectly countered the God of Pain!

He hadn't chosen to use the world's power to forge a divine artifact. Artifacts were dead objects; only humans could create infinite possibilities.

"Understood," Xiao Yuan replied. Lacking any true emotion, her sweet voice betrayed not the slightest hint of panic. "Shall I retain their memories and consciousness?"

"Retain them," Su Mu answered decisively. Memories and consciousness were the core of a person. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have minded treating them as mindless tools, merely exploiting their abilities.

After all, the same power could yield wildly different results in the hands of different people.

But the two men he was manifesting weren't just formidable because of their abilities—they were formidable because of who they were!

He didn't need tools. He needed true comrades-in-arms who could actually make a difference in this divine war.

Suddenly, a surge of white light poured into Su Mu's body.

A flash of realization crossed his eyes.

He slowly spread his arms. In that moment, he seemed like a god ruling the world, as if all the power in existence was gathering in his palms.

Simultaneously, in the Dream World, barren deserts, the Gobi, deep mountains, and rainforests all began to collapse at once—a sign that the world's power was being siphoned away.

Beyond the landscape itself, the people of the Dream World also sensed the anomaly. Countless individuals screamed in terror as they felt their strength slowly draining from their bodies.

Their power transformed into specks of white light, flowing like tiny streams from every direction to gather into the two spectral silhouettes materializing before Su Mu.

Like hundreds of rivers pouring into the sea!

"Fantasy Manifestation..." Su Mu's voice echoed across the heavens and earth as violent winds whipped up around him!

With heaven and earth as his witness, he slowly called out the names of those two entities.

"The Demon Emperor... Gu Qingfeng!

The Prophet... Fang Xiu!"

Thrum!

Time seemed to freeze. Billions of white motes cascaded into the two phantoms like an inverted galaxy, solidifying their forms at a visible rate.

A tall man wearing dark gold imperial robes slowly materialized. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping the area with arrogant disdain. Demonic flames blazed around him, and his obsidian hair drifted in the wind. His terrifying demonic aura felt like the source of all evil in the world, corroding the very void.

The Demon Emperor, Gu Qingfeng!

The other man looked more like someone from the modern era. A black trench coat was draped over his tall, slender frame. Searing light flashed within his dual-colored eyes—one silver, one crimson—and his waterfall of silver hair rested quietly over his shoulders.

Unlike Gu Qingfeng's domineering arrogance, this man's face held only calm—a calm as dead and still as stagnant water, utterly devoid of any human emotion.

But if anyone could look past that facade, they would be horrified to find an unimaginable madness, suppressed to the absolute extreme, lurking beneath.

The Prophet, Fang Xiu!

"Where... is this?" Gu Qingfeng frowned slightly, surveying the unfamiliar surroundings. "Why has this Emperor suddenly appeared here?

"Wait..."

Sensing something was wrong, Gu Qingfeng slowly raised his hand and clenched a fist. "Such weak power... I see. Am I a fake?"

Su Mu's eyes flickered. He hadn't even explained anything yet, but Gu Qingfeng had already realized he had been manifested.

Both of the men he had summoned were the strongest beings in their respective worlds. Even if their realities were nothing more than fictional novels, that was only true from the perspective of an outsider. To them, their worlds were incredibly real.

Su Mu didn't view them as fictional characters. As the saying went, a single thought creates a world. Who could say for sure that their own universe wasn't just the figment of someone else's imagination?

As someone from the Dream World, he understood this deeply.

The reason he manifested these two was because they were the absolute best candidates to deal with the God of Pain. According to his lore, the Demon Emperor Gu Qingfeng was the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, the very root of all demonic entities. Thus, no evil god could harm him in the slightest, and their power could even be bent to his will.

An evil deity like the God of Pain was perfectly countered by Gu Qingfeng.