Feng Yi tried to open his eyes but struggled as his vision was shrouded. Of course, he also wanted to speak, yet even his mouth was tightly gagged, and with his terrible physical condition, he couldn't muster much strength. At this moment, he was just like a rice dumpling, and it was certain that during this semi-conscious state, he could distinctly feel Mengdie's breath was incredibly close to his, so close that face to face, mouth to mouth, lip to lip seemed almost attainable, along with the warmth and scent transferring from Mengdie's soft and delicate body, and even, well, that must be the touch of skin to skin...

Feng Yi woke up and fell asleep several times... He couldn't be sure whether the words he heard were hallucinations or part of a real dream. Either way, this sleep was certainly refreshing.

There's a saying that goes: if you cannot resist, try to accept it and enjoy everything. His dreams seemed to be pieced together by scattered consciousness. In the dreams, Feng Yi dreamed of battlefields, life, and a myriad of fragmented snippets.

...Dawn had arrived.

Unsure of the time, a pale light shattered the darkness of the dream until Feng Yi suddenly sat up, gasping for air for quite some time... The scent that entered his nostrils was still fragrant and lingering, as though it was the language of violets, falling in love with you in the dream, you will always be so special to me, watched over and cared for with great caution.

Yes, at least upon waking up, Feng Yi vaguely realized the lingering scent that remained on his body; the vines that had entwined him had been removed by Mengdie at some unknown time.

Even now, Feng Yi couldn't be sure, whether that true dream was a dream, a butterfly, or the overlap of rebirth. That genuine experience felt so intimate and special.

Feng Yi was not unaware of Mengdie's Mental Ability, the power to control dreams, known as the Soul Separation Technique—Mengdie had once entered his dreams. At the same time, he could deeply feel every frown and smile of Mengdie, the her in the dreams, so gentle. Although Mengdie never spoke, as if some taboo had sealed her voice, Feng Yi could still clearly sense her feelings, her silent words, and her intentions.

She was like a butterfly, like a soft breeze with a long and lingering fragrance; elusive to capture yet makes one yearn for more.

As the saying goes, heroes are rare to find, and the grace of a beauty is hard to requite; at this moment, Feng Yi suddenly didn't know how to face Mengdie.

Ah, why think about all this? He shook his head vigorously, wondering when he had also become so sentimental. It is said that boys must learn to protect themselves when away from home, now that girls are like wolves at thirty and like tigers at forty, and at eighteen or nineteen, all the more you need to be cautious—it seems there is some truth to the saying.

Feng Yi bitterly mocked himself and then recalled everything in the dream. At least he could be certain that the voice of the grown-up boy must have been in the dream. Besides that, within the sleep, he indeed faintly heard Wu Tian's voice, which could change destiny; apart from destruction came rebirth and deeper bonds with him.

In the dream, Feng Yi could clearly see the fragments of epic calamities, endlessly living, the cycle of rebirth never ceasing. Perhaps retribution might be delayed, but on the thread of time, it would eventually converge at a certain point, whether today or in the near future.

Shaking his head, Feng Yi took a deep breath and then stood up to carefully inspect the room layout...

His gaze suddenly found a handkerchief beside the bed, no, it was more like a veil? What did that signify? Girls' thoughts are indeed very delicate. Considering Eggy's advice, Feng Yi couldn't help but link it back to the words he had spoken the day before when he asked why Wu Tian and Mengdie wear no veil. Could it be because of that sentence, or was he overthinking it? Or was Mengdie silently conveying something to him? That she was willing to wear the veil for him or had she accidentally left it on the bed? Truly hard to understand the thoughts of a girl.

Was he being too self-indulgent? With self-mockery, he smiled and continued to look around the room.

Feng Yi discovered that Mengdie was indeed quite different from ordinary girls. Compared to the girlish pinks of a young lady's room, she preferred a cool blue; the interior decoration was elegant and chic with girlish whimsical touches, and the room was not without books, scrolls, guqins, and other musical instruments. Walking through the study and living room, he was surprised to find that the surroundings were also filled with birdsong; Mengdie truly was favored by Mother Nature, as these creatures did not seem to fear her at all.

This elegant villa built deep within North Mysterious Hall seemed to come alive with a different hue under the melody of a flute sound, an indescribable pale blue halo, as if signifying so much more...

Following the sound of the flute step by step, after a moment, the majestic characters "Immortal Trace Realm" suddenly appeared before Feng Yi...

With a trace of puzzlement and a dash of curiosity, Feng Yi strode confidently into it, suddenly feeling the world spinning around him. It was as if he had traveled abruptly from the purple halo of North Mysterious Hall to a mysterious and enchanting Immortal Trace, uncertain of his whereabouts, as if he had stepped into a forbidden realm that he should not have entered.

How could a mere Illusion Technique stop Feng Yi, who had grasped the Third Rhythm? However, compared to an illusion, this seemed more like a magic formation. Feng Yi didn't attempt to suppress everything around him with the power of the Rhythm Realm but allowed the endless stars to wrap around him, shining upon him as he slowly stepped into the enchanting Immortal Formation.

What was strange was that the sound of the flute was originally not far from his position. Based on the sound, Feng Yi was convinced that he was approaching the source of the sound. However, as time went on, he noticed a peculiar phenomenon; the sound that reached his ears was getting weaker. In other words, while it seemed he was getting closer to the source of the sound, in fact, he was moving in the opposite direction.

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