"Feng Yi."

In the fourth-dimensional space, Feng Yi's slumbering soul was awakened once again by a voice...

Indeed, he had awakened! Feng Yi wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep—perhaps a second, perhaps an hour, perhaps years, perhaps...

During this mental blank period, time had lost its actual significance for Feng Yi.

"Is that you, Mo Ying? Why am I here again...?"

"At the moment your soul was about to vanish, I pulled you into this space. Upon breaking free from the constraints of your physical body, all your abilities have been restored, including your innate equilibrium of thought."

The distant yet familiar celestial bodies, the familiar sensations surrounding him—why had Mo Ying saved him once again? After Feng Yi posed this question, Mo Ying fell into a brief silence...

But the silence was brief. Feng Yi's thoughts were suddenly filled by an idea: "I can't say for sure; I may not be able to answer that. Perhaps it's humanity's curiosity about the unknown."

"Curiosity... I don't understand what you mean. Do you imply that even you can feel curiosity?"

"Yes. Perhaps I wasn't capable of it before. But ever since I took away your Power of the Soul, I became aware of changes within myself—changes rooted in humanity's curiosity."

"I see... And what exactly are you curious about now?"

"You," Mo Ying replied to Feng Yi. "You only have one month—what caused you to alter your original decision? Wouldn't breaking free from the constraints of fate be a challenge worthy of your character?"

Feng Yi pondered for a long while before responding to Mo Ying: "It's my companions. It's possible that effort could alter my destiny, but more than that, I prefer to spend time on something more meaningful, like saving them."

"The choice is yours. Would you sacrifice yourself for people who are irrelevant to you?"

"No."

"Hmm?"

Feng Yi responded to Mo Ying: "But friends are different. Though I might not fully grasp the rebirth principles you've shared, sacrificing myself would have a higher probability of saving them. If the outcome is uncertain, I would rather choose the option with better odds."

"If both options have equal probabilities, what would you choose then?"

"The latter."

"Why?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi fell silent. After a while, he finally admitted that he didn't know. He said, "I've experienced too many brushes with life and death, and I've felt the deep pain that comes with separation. Perhaps because of this, I understand the heavy burden of responsibility and the truth that death isn't truly painful. Instead, it's those who live in regret and remorse who deserve the most pity."

Indeed, when faced with certain choices, people often lean toward answers deemed correct, all the while neglecting the burdens such decisions might bring forth.

In response to Feng Yi's statement, Mo Ying further pressed him: "If your friends who share the same outlook learn that your death was caused by them, would you still make the same choice?"

"I would go all in. What happens afterward has nothing to do with me. In my book, never giving up on a friend is a principle I've always upheld."

"Your response carries no hesitation—your resolve is clear."

"Heh, perhaps. As for now, it's time for me to set out."

"Indeed. The time left for you is dwindling. Fortunately, in this form, you won't experience any mental exhaustion. Your consciousness will gradually blur as time passes."

As thoughts transmitted between them, Feng Yi could distinctly perceive his mind floating in the void, detached from his physical body. He could even see that stiff, lifeless body of his drifting coldly through the void. That body was no longer the rosy, vitality-filled form once nestled in the cryogenic pod. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before anaerobic bacteria began their slow devouring process?

With a hint of a relieved emotion, Feng Yi slowly closed his eyes. "Thank you, Mo Ying, for all your help during this time. Farewell."

"I look forward to our next reunion."

"Wait, wha—?" As the thought entered his mind, Feng Yi's consciousness suddenly became vacant, an empty void absent of any further response.

The barren universe returned to its silent death...

——

Several months blurred by in the blink of an eye. During this seemingly brief yet unending span of time, another cryogenic device drifted into the far reaches of space...

Mo Ying: "..." (This is a high-dimensional spacetime—not a coffin shop, you know…)

Through a retroactive projection of time, in an instant, the information regarding the cryogenic device became clear and inescapable.

Kexiao. Born in the home universe spacetime. Died in spacetime 65022964 of the multiverse. Timeline: Flat universe calendar 851157846468746874914 epoch. The secondary star cluster belonging to the three-dimensional mother universe. Within the gravitational space of Black Hole 9983. In the RM136A1 galaxy of the supercluster. Located in an ultra-galactic new supercluster—a previously unknown collapsed ultra-massive quasar. Distance from the central Black Hole of the home universe: 28 trillion quantum wave radiations, positioned in a smaller galaxy known to humanity as part of the Raniya Cayaben Supercluster region of the Milky Way.

"..."

Kexiao—a prominent human general from Saudi. His fate line bore no intersection with Mo Ying's own. Why had he arrived here?

Mo Ying hadn't forgotten about Kexiao; in fact, while in the guise of Allen it had briefly interacted with him. Within Kexiao's lifespan, his destiny had been preordained. Bizarre forces seemed to have influenced more than one individual: not just Kexiao, but others—and even the very fabric of this dimensional spacetime.

Boom!

A sudden thunderclap descended from above. Kexiao only sensed something—yes, lightning! He had been struck fiercely by a bolt of lightning, one that jolted him awake!

His keen eyes revealed an uncommon moment of stunned bewilderment...

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