### Chapter 1325: Goodnight
If Qiao Jiajin and Zhang Shan couldn't defeat Qinglong, how on earth could they get past him safely to reach Tianlong and touch him?
“You’re hesitating,” Qi Xia said. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, I have no confidence,” Chu Tianqiu said. “Even Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin can’t gain any advantage over Qinglong. What odds do you think the two of us have of making it to Tianlong unscathed?”
“The two of us…?” Qi Xia shook his head. “Chu Tianqiu, it’s only you.”
“Only me…?”
“I can see Tianlong simply by falling asleep, so there’s no need for me to enter that door,” Qi Xia said. “You find a way to stay alive, then touch Tianlong. I’ll be waiting for you in the dream.”
Chu Tianqiu squinted at Qi Xia, feeling as though Qi Xia had hidden something from him. At a time like this… he suddenly announced he wouldn’t enter the door. No matter how he thought about it, it was far too suspicious.
“Chu Tianqiu… we only have this one chance,” Qi Xia said in a very soft voice. “Everyone has risked their lives to get us to this moment, all so you could invade Tianlong’s dream. So those ‘Heavenly’ ones were cleared for you, the ‘Ants’ were liberated for you, and the ‘Doors’ were built for you…”
“Wait, you seem delirious… Qi Xia… what kind of absurd notion is this?” Chu Tianqiu said with a hint of anger. “At this critical juncture, you’re telling me that everyone’s efforts have been for me?”
“That’s right.”
“But this was all your plan. I don’t even know what to do once I enter Tianlong’s dream. Are you trying to absolve yourself at the last moment?” For the first time, Chu Tianqiu expressed complete doubt about Qi Xia’s approach.
Qi Xia’s condition already appeared abnormal. If he truly made the wrong final decision in a state of chaos, all their efforts would be wasted.
“I told you,” Qi Xia shook his head. “We need to create a crack in Tianlong’s dream… that’s our plan…”
“You call this a ‘plan’?” Chu Tianqiu stepped forward, standing face to face with Qi Xia. “We don’t know what’s in that dream, we don’t know who’s in that dream… How exactly are we supposed to create a crack in the dream?”
“It’s okay. I—I’ll figure it out…” Qi Xia replied somewhat woodenly.
“You…”
“I’m here. I’ll figure it out…” Qi Xia repeated. “Chu Tianqiu, there will be a way…”
Chu Tianqiu looked at Qi Xia’s body, covered in new and old wounds, almost tortured beyond recognition. For a moment, he fell silent.
Would Qi Xia really come up with a way to create a crack in Tianlong’s dream…?
“Chu Tianqiu, go on in when you’re ready,” Qi Xia said again. “I’m leaving everything to you. Remember, even if you die, you must touch Tianlong…”
Chu Tianqiu felt he had never hesitated like this in his entire life.
Because the feeling Qi Xia gave him was not one of confidence, but rather confusion. He kept repeating the phrase “even if you die, you must touch Tianlong,” and that was the entirety of his plan.
“Dawn is breaking…” Qi Xia slowly bared his teeth, revealing a strange smile. “Chu Tianqiu… we’re almost out of time… Maybe a few minutes from now, or even the next second?”
Chu Tianqiu stared at the door in front of him, his expression so complex it was beyond description.
“Why not give it a try…?” Qi Xia spoke again. “Right now, there’s only a single wooden door between us and our ultimate success.”
Chu Tianqiu turned to look at Qi Xia. After a few seconds of thought, he asked, “Qi Xia, where will you fall asleep?”
Qi Xia raised a finger and slowly pointed to the floor beneath his feet: “Right here.”
“Entering the dream… outside Tianlong’s room, separated only by a door…?”
“Yes,” Qi Xia agreed. “Leave the rest… to you.”
After saying this, Qi Xia stepped back, leaving the doorway to Chu Tianqiu.
Tiantian watched the two of them with such complicated expressions that she didn’t know what to do, so she just remained silent.
Chu Tianqiu knew he had no choice. If he chose to give up now, he couldn’t face the dead from “Heaven’s Mouth,” nor could he face Wen Qiaoyun.
Those people hadn’t even qualified to board the train; they had merely entrusted a sliver of hope to him.
All the deaths were for the sake of living. All the despair was to preserve that last bit of hope. But now?
So much had already been lost just to stand here.
Whether his own life would be sacrificed here… no longer seemed to matter.
“Qi Xia…” Chu Tianqiu said, head bowed, as he slowly walked to the door. “Once I enter this door, everything I have done throughout the entire ‘End Land’ will leave me with no regrets.”
“Is that so?”
“But what about you?”
Chu Tianqiu, his face filled with profound grief, looked into Qi Xia’s grey-white eyes and repeated, “Qi Xia, do you have no regrets?”
Qi Xia remained expressionless. He did not answer Chu Tianqiu’s question. After a long silence, he finally spoke:
“Chu Tianqiu, goodnight.”
Hearing this indifferent reply, Chu Tianqiu’s expression gradually shifted from extreme sorrow to calm, and finally to a bitter smile. “Qi Xia… liar…”
He took many eyeballs from his coat, held them in his hand, and then tossed them into his mouth one after another.
Whatever abilities they might hold, he needed those eyeballs to drive himself even more insane, so he could unleash the ultimate “Dream Entry.”
Chu Tianqiu’s eyes gradually turned blood-red. His hair slowly lifted. A bizarre and complex aura began to emanate from him, making him seem, for a moment, to transcend the bounds of humanity.
“I’ll explore that path,” Chu Tianqiu said in a hoarse voice. “At this point, I will carry the hopes of everyone else. Even if I die, it doesn’t matter.”
With that, he copied Qi Xia’s method: using a wooden splinter to turn the handle, he stepped through the door without looking back.
In this room where there was no turning back, only Qi Xia and Tiantian remained.
“Qi Xia…” Tiantian felt a little better now and said, “Didn’t you say you still needed me for a small favor…?”
“Yes,” Qi Xia nodded. “I need a small knife for self-defense. Can you make one?”
Tiantian paused. “I think so… Any requirements?”
“As sharp as possible. When killing, it’s best if the other person doesn’t feel any pain.”
“Oh…” Tiantian agreed. “I’ll try my best.”
She looked around and found no suitable materials, so she could only pick up a piece of broken wood. Then, by mobilizing her belief, she kept compressing the wood, making its density increase, and sharpened the edge until a very hard wooden knife appeared in her hand.
Without a second thought, she handed the sharp wooden knife to Qi Xia. But the next second, she felt something was off.
According to what Qi Xia and Chu Tianqiu had said, they were entering a dream. But why would one need a knife for self-defense in a dream…?
Qi Xia took the knife. Expressionless, he said:
“Zhang Lijuan, goodnight.”