I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

People wanted to see more clearly, but it was impossible with just peripheral vision.

The "Attention" card seemed somewhat obstructive at this moment.

However, the Old Goat, situated above the clouds, could see the situation on the ground clearly—a mass of shadow demons was enveloping something, conducting an advancement ritual.

Combining it with the century's worth of knowledge accumulated in his head, it wasn't difficult to understand that this illusory reflection came from the third stage advancement of a Brain Spirit.

But why… so enormous?

The Old Goat's gaze swept across the Imagination Continent, seeing the bustling merchants in Loushan, seeing the Holy City of Sindrami no longer a place of faith but just a giant city cohabited by humans and demons, and seeing the Demon King's City as silent as night, unable to hear the voices of those irritable demons, as if they had all fallen into slumber.

"Oh… it's you…"

The Old Goat finally recalled that Brain Spirit he had once forgotten.

"S… sorry, I really can't remember your name."

The Old Goat shook his head, shifting his gaze from the shadows to above the Great Ice Rift, to the two beams of light, one thick and one thin.

The thick beam was further squeezing the slender beam, and as new demons continued to pour out of the Great Ice Rift, the power of the thick beam had almost crushed the thin one.

The Old Church was about to overwhelm the New Church.

For the Old Goat, the birth ritual of a new god was far more important than a Brain Spirit—when the eyes of the entire continent were drawn here, it was the worst time, allowing faith to return to one.

In that instant, Li Yue finally recalled what kind of world that was, and also recalled the design of the Demon Voyage Road itself.

Tangible water formed lakes and rivers, dim earth formed crisscrossing plains and mountains, binding threads grew like weeds, and then were dyed into various quasi-objects by photon pigments: octopus tentacles, rice paper, mimicry, aberrant eyes…

Yingying became nervous.

Each material found its specific destination, and then with the help of the faith source, they "became," one by one metamorphosing into vivid, living things.

"But it… is blocking my path."

The Old Goat blew on his beard, the giant bone chariot accelerated, and suddenly smashed a building that Li Yue imagined.

【You're broken.】 Li Yue replied.

【You're broken?】 Yingying asked.

They prepared to work with the giant bone chariot, prepared to eliminate the source of the imagined objects.

"No, you can't succeed…"

The Old Goat shook his head.

When the particles of egg spread to the edge of the Imagination Continent, it would be the moment of its complete transformation.

Only one giant object had been constantly disrupting the formation of the Imagination Continent—the giant bone chariot.

This represented the cessation of the Brain Spirit's aberration, heading down the correct advancement path.

This wasn't because the Old Goat was curious about it, but because the Imagination Continent extended from the Great Ice Rift and happened to be blocking the giant bone chariot from Sistolum and Tosos, whether he wanted to see it or not.

"Oh… this place still has a lot of troublesome things… the first step of the imagined object… isn't enough to directly allow me to complete all of the conception… I still have… so many bastards… that I want my Demon Cocoon to kill…"

Tangible water flowed within their bodies after being recolored, becoming their blood, and the sharp teeth in their mouths helped them hunt and feed…

Then, the green grass of the entire green plain began to roll towards Li Yue.

His entire body was also swollen beyond recognition, constantly cracking, with new things falling out of his brain grooves…

When the green grass rumbled, like thousands of needles piercing through, the brain enveloped in shadows suddenly disappeared, disappearing into this Imagination Continent that was transforming from illusion to reality.

"The world pays attention to me, this is the ritual of a new god's birth, not the stage for a Brain Spirit's advancement…"

At the same time, Li Yue was completely unaware of the situation of the faith struggle, but was immersed in the construction of the Imagination Continent.

"Haha, look, he's getting anxious."

Li Yue chuckled, watching the green grass like a sea, rushing straight towards the Brain Spirit enveloped in shadows.

The Imagination Continent abandoned the transformation towards the reality of Blue Star, but focused on replicating everything that already existed in the Demon Voyage Road.

At this time, Yingying was powerless to interfere with Li Yue's thoughts, but was trying to help him realize his ideas.

Yingying then followed Li Yue's thoughts, applying everything that the 11 anchor points deconstructed to the new continent—whether it was the most basic revolving building, the supermarket, or the aircraft carrier and the nuclear bomb.

【Then that's good, when will I, Demon Cocoon, kill those bastards?】 Yingying brought up this idea that would bring Li Yue back to the right path.

"That's right."

Li Yue's brain groove tightened, reining in Yingying.

The advancement ritual hadn't even begun, and if he ran away now, all the previous efforts would have been wasted, and the Demon Voyage Road had long since turned from a relic in his mind into an entire continent, impossible to take back.

Just as the Imagination Continent was gradually stabilizing, transforming from illusion to a real existence, the Old Goat "baaed."

The underground green grass grew wildly, the faith source became their dew, first devouring the garden and green lake, and then waving towards the giant bone chariot; the demons in the Great Ice Rift were also covered in grass, they reluctantly resisted the omnipresent faith source of the Great Altar, their movements became sluggish, and the entire white plain became a green plain.

It was just that there were many ways to resist head-on.

In the hum of the Voice of Greed, the Imagination Continent was constantly materializing; with the consolidation of particles, it was forming and no longer changing.

"Heh… a Brain Spirit doesn't have the ability to support this kind of imagination…"

The Old Goat in the clouds commented on Li Yue's advancement process.

【The Imagination Continent still needs a little time to fully form, and you also need time to recover your strength.】 Li Yue watched the shadow of the Imagination Continent gradually solidify, becoming firm, knowing that with just a little more time, no one would be able to take away his imagination.

The giant bone chariot crushed the newly formed mountains, the siege beasts and wheels clearing the way, constantly approaching Li Yue and Yingying in the center of the continent.

Although its speed wasn't fast, it was like a naughty child constantly smashing weeds in a giant city, very noisy.

At this time, those scattered heretics from the library on the green plain converged into streams of debris, retreating into the Imagination Continent, becoming bones, becoming trunks, becoming flesh.

"Baa…"

Aberrating.

The shadow emanating from Nolaymore's body finally stopped, and although Yingying was weak, she felt her power returning.

"Did he succeed, baa?"

The Old Goat noticed the changes in the Imagination Continent, blinking in some surprise.

The Old Goat listened expressionlessly, no longer looking at the slender one.

So Li Yue could only resist head-on.

But gradually, the things Yingying deconstructed couldn't satisfy Li Yue's speed of imagination, and the entire Imagination Continent began to fall apart, the city above constantly pouring out of Li Yue's brain grooves, while its shadow was constantly sinking.

Several times, the land connected by the 11 anchor points was developing towards another extreme—not the cyberpunk city once promised to Copper Spoon, nor the style of the Chaos Continent itself, but Blue Star.

"Huh?"

Immersed in imagination, Li Yue noticed that fluctuation on the continent.

Whenever the continent approached the shape of Blue Star, Li Yue's brain would suddenly drop a city, or some humans speaking Eastern languages would flash out.

In the slender beam of light, Tosos clutched his empty chest, cursing the Empire's insufficient support for the New Church, cursing the Empire's wavering public opinion, cursing the Empire for investing too many resources in the Sea of Death and the Centennial Slaughter Cup.