Thus, Feng Yi did not attend the subsequent matches, but rather, he repeatedly risked his life to break into that mysterious door, and only when he exhausted the last bit of his power to lead everyone back to the space-time of the original universe did he stop.

Fortunately, Feng Yi's greatest wish during his life was to explore this high-dimensional space-time. His last request to John was that if one day he were gone, he should be sent here.

Little did he know he would encounter a higher-dimensional lifeform and gain a brief life, allowing him to complete what he wished to accomplish and meet some passersby in his life, leaving him with no more regrets.

Time flows like a song and passes like a flash; since losing consciousness last time, over three years had gone by in the blink of an eye.

Feng Yi never expected to awaken and even less pinned his hopes on comprehending the deeper meaning of the Third Rhythm. Perhaps even his physical body was gone now, and who would have thought that upon waking, he would be asked if he didn't intend to continue cultivating after barely exchanging a few words.

"Mo Ying, surely you're joking with me. What's the point of cultivation now?"

"It might be pointless, or it might have some significance. I think your unique skill is not merely manifested at the formal level, whether as the flesh or vehicle; on the contrary, the vehicle might even limit you. Now shouldn't your spiritual perception feel freer?"

Feng Yi nodded affirmatively, for indeed, it was true. Compared to the burning rejection after entering the flesh, the mind now seemed sharper, but that didn't mean he could achieve anything. At that moment, Feng Yi suddenly realized a serious issue!

Was he not becoming like a wandering ghost in a movie? Truly, the soul magnetic field form couldn't be summed up with such terms; scientifically, his existence leans more towards an electromagnetic wave field; in metaphysical terms, it's called the Intermediate State, and in theological terms, it's called willpower focused on self.

Seriously, he had no idea what he could do in such a state. Feng Yi tried moving the magnetic field to no avail, the effect was unexpectedly excellent.

Mo Ying explained, "Because Hans has been very active recently, you've been passively resonating due to his mental pull. To some extent, it could be said Hans awakened you."

"Ah, indeed…" Feng Yi smiled helplessly, remembering everything that bald fat man had done. An inexplicable feeling of emotion and gratitude surged in his heart, "Unexpectedly, it was him. But what can I do now?"

"Continue cultivating; it might just succeed. I've started to anticipate miracles existing among humans too."

Feng Yi increasingly felt this higher-dimensional lifeform becoming humanized, and as they gradually got to know each other, talking became quite casual. He spread his hands, "Come on, even you believe in miracles? Tell me, what's the reason?"

"Quantum Train, one of the latest inventions of the Blade Warrior."

"Quantum Train?" Feng Yi, who had been chewing this over, instantly grasped the key point in Mo Ying's words, "What do you mean by 'quantum'?"

"In human terms, it's a kind of device triggered by willpower through the ether medium, temporarily opening subspace tunnels. Owning this technology, humans will rarely encounter traffic accidents in the future, and I suppose this could be considered a miracle." At this point, Mo Ying added that if an accident were to occur, it would hardly be a minor one since the inherent explosion maintenance interval of the ether at most lasts a few seconds. Hence, during the explosion stage, innumerable vehicles could shuttle simultaneously on a road or track, with microwaves projecting reflected sensing devices that autonomously indicate and extinguish.

Feng Yi nodded, "What necessary connection does this have to my resurrection?"

"None. But just believe, and I think miracles will exist among humans, especially you, the miracle creator."

"But I don't even have a physical body anymore."

"Ah, this…" Mo Ying thought for a moment and looked around again, as if reaching into the distant void to grab something, subsequently tossing something casually at Feng Yi, who instantly felt something unknown fiercely strike him. It's critical to know that as a spiritual entity now, why would he be struck?

"What did you give me? I actually got struck."

"Well... in human terms, it's a kind of consciousness blend from 4D space-time, a material adhesive. And any 3D space-time material will react with it; you can use it to attach to whatever matter you want to attach to."

"No, no way... How should I use it?" Faced with this indistinct black object, Feng Yi was at a loss, but he didn't forget Mo Ying's preceding words, 'consciousness blend.' Consequently, as his thought rolled, he instantly merged with the ambiguous black object. As Feng Yi separated, the blend thoroughly detached from his consciousness again.

"You are clever, it's just like that." Mo Ying introduced this material to Feng Yi, explaining that it could enable him to completely fuse with the desired material object.

However, as Mo Ying conveyed his thoughts, another difficulty suddenly surfaced: even if he could fuse, what's the use? Feng Yi said, "I can't just attach to a stone or a stagnant tree."

"The dead, you could attach to the dead. I forgot to mention, initially, I borrowed this material to attach to the beggar, Allen's, body."

Cold sweat flowed down Feng Yi's forehead; he hadn't expected such a ghoulish answer. Attaching to the dead would be worse than dying, considering the trend of ice burial now, how easy would it be to find a dead body? You can't just blatantly storm a morgue to steal a corpse, families would curse you to have a child without an anus.

Seeing Feng Yi's troubled expression, Mo Ying further mentioned that he could also adhere to animals or even humans, but this rarely worked; this was solely because the dead have no rejection, but animals do. Such fusion would scarcely succeed unless the creature doesn't repel you, which is practically impossible.

Feng Yi didn't dwell too much on this matter; since he didn't know how long he could reincarnate, he instead shifted to asking Mo Ying, "Just one thing, how long will I sleep this time…"

"I don't know either. Your spiritual active time is directly linked with Hans, as I can't see through your destiny line and can't predict your future development."

"So, in that regard, um... I mean thank you for your help."

"Don't be in a rush to thank." Feng Yi's words were cut off by Mo Ying's direct interruption, conveying the thought, "After all, I don't have a reason to help humans. So this could be an equivalent exchange. I hope you can bring material I find interesting."

That's manageable, "What interests you?"

"Your curious mind is quite adequate, though it could be other materials too."

Feng Yi was quickly reminded of three years ago when this guy took away a certain part of his soul consciousness. He hadn't realized until now that what it had taken was human curiosity, perhaps driven by its investigation into human curiosity itself that prompted it to gradually step into understanding humanity, step by step initiating interaction and communication.

Feeling inexplicably bemused, Feng Yi said, "I'll do my best. Until next time."

Hush!

The Third Rhythm unfolded, and he vanished entirely from the four-dimensional space-time in an instant. Fortunately, the current self could at least last for a period; during this time, he hoped to comprehend some other profound truth. Now, unencumbered by the constraints of the fleshly body, Feng Yi's spiritual perception became sharply clear, with his liberated spirit quickly enveloping the entire nearby star domain.

Unfortunately, he couldn't move single-handedly just using this strange stone; the stone could only serve as a fusion medium, and what he had to do was to rapidly find a material he could adhere to, even if it was an animal's corpse. With this mindset, Feng Yi swiftly descended upon a planet of unknown location.

Based on impressions, this should lie within the Bermuda star region. Without a thunder table for navigation, he indeed found himself easy to lose direction amidst the boundless star domain, so he took his current course one step at a time.

A few minutes into the vast grassland, a stone capable of movement was arduously inch-worming its way by hopping, flipping, and rolling...

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