"What should I do next?"

Looking at Xiu Yi's blank and puzzled face, Feng Yi in his high-dimensional state fell into brief contemplation...

According to the records of the Magic Crystal civilization, 'Bizarre' had the ability to transform the world of thoughts into reality. His current state was merely an incarnation, and he couldn't suppress it.

In fact, Feng Yi had already discovered this point. According to Eggy's explanation, the Third Rhythm was nothing more than the positive magnetic field of the Reset Universe, any illusion not recognized by the cosmic rules would be shattered by the Rhythm. But when he finished reading that notebook and began to attempt sensing the aura on the other side of the door through the Rhythm, the Bizarre magnetic field of the door did become extremely weak but did not completely disappear. This meant that he, who was located in the third dimension, could not completely suppress the higher dimensional space. Conversely, higher-dimensional spaces could exert an overwhelming effect on lower dimensions; at least it was very difficult for lower-dimensional lives to interfere with higher-dimensional ones.

So, there were no better solutions even in his mental state. The only reason Feng Yi was displaying his corporeal form was that the current Rhythm was connecting to a higher dimension. Although the connection was faint, he could attempt to break through.

"I'll try, Xiu Yi. This mental entity can't send messages like the physical body can, unless I myself step into this space." Unfortunately, his existence was very limited in time, so he could only try to make the energy burst in an instant, driving out the negative energy.

Thinking this, Feng Yi couldn't help but curse silently, "Damn it, can't you move any faster?"

The real Feng Yi sneezed for no reason, wondering which bastard was secretly cursing him behind his back. It certainly wasn't himself, so he cursed back in kind.

"From here on, it's up to you, Xiu Yi. This may not help you."

"Brother Feng, your thinking..."

Feng Yi gave him a faint smile. He decided to give it a try. The Rhythm aura swirling around him suddenly burst forth, dazzlingly bright, and then exploded, like specks of light scattering into the void to become countless particles of dust...

Buzz...

Xiu Yi's brain shook violently, and he opened his eyes abruptly. The dream had been so real that it left him with heart palpitations, his heart still seemed to recall what had happened to him just a moment ago.

Instinctively, Xiu Yi quickly got up and looked around, only to find that Xixi had also awoken, looking like she had just gotten out of bed.

"Red Ghost, are you okay?" Xiu Yi said excitedly, unable to help himself from hugging Red Ghost tightly. At this moment, Red Ghost was no longer the girl who towered over him, now slightly shorter than Xiu Yi.

Red Ghost nodded lightly, without struggling. She rubbed her somewhat confused head, as if trying to recall something... However, seeing Xiu Yi react in such a way, she turned her head with a somewhat unaccustomed twist.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Xiu Yi's question made Red Ghost's brows furrow, "Eh, how did you know—guessing? Speculating? Wild guess?" Red Ghost's playful and frosty gaze made Xiu Yi feel that this proud girl was somewhat adorable.

"Because I also had a nightmare. Maybe the same one as yours. In the dream, you and Xixi were both fixed on a cross, and in the end..." Xiu Yi didn't continue further; there was no need to say more, Red Ghost's rich facial expressions wholly revealed her shock.

Rarely, Xiu Yi finally saw surprise in Red Ghost's eyes.

Red Ghost patted Xiu Yi's face and then knocked on her own head, following with a period of silence... That wasn't right; she had only felt a sudden darkness before losing consciousness. Normally, one would wake up in a state of impending death or feeling the instant of pain, but why did she wake up after a lapse of time? That seemed beyond common sense.

Xiu Yi intended to conceal the truth, as hearing it might leave Red Ghost even more astonished or panicked. However, given the gravity of the situation, he decided to reveal everything. Thus, he recounted the full story of how Feng Yi had arrived here using his special abilities.

According to Xiu Yi's guess, Xixi might also have been invisibly pulled into this bizarre dreamworld, leading to the deduction that she and Kevin weren't together—at least one of them definitely hadn't been asleep.

Yes, at this moment, Kevin's mind was very clear; rather, he fervently wished he could just collapse and sleep. Yet, the bizarre experiences happening around him constantly reminded him that he must not sleep. Fortunately, the team was well-rested before their arrival, so he wasn't too sleepy. The so-called drowsiness was nothing more than a sensory illusion caused by the dim environment.

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Located in Satellite 8's meteorite crash zone, as soon as Feng Yi stepped out of the warship, he quickly organized a pile of data to be broadcast via Star Domain Broadcast. He cautiously passed the brief history of Magic Crystal civilization to the person in charge of the incident, instructing him repeatedly, only then feeling relieved.

However, he needed a master versed in mystical studies to accompany him. No matter how one looked at it, this bizarre warship was closely connected with the field of mystical studies.

The so-called mystical studies weren't a hero skill from the game Heroes of Might and Magic III but rather were practiced by masters, experts, and scholars with a certain level of accomplishment in the field of metaphysics.

Talent in this area was not scarce; in fact, every major state had institutions of this sort, similar to individuals with special abilities. The difference was that someone with Mental Ability could earn their keep with their mind, while those in mystical studies typically used Magic Items.

But those who could enter the warship and withstand its environment were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Feng Yi believed that the bizarre energies should include the realm of mystical studies. Once, he had not believed in these things, but if the discourse on Magic Crystals was true, human technology would absolutely stand no chance against such entities. Therefore, understanding what was inside the ship was of utmost importance.

Fortunately, after some communication with the person in charge of the incident, there were indeed suitable candidates among the investigators.

One was Mr. Morgan from the planet Alpha, whose record showed that he had been a freelance mercenary in his youth, living a dangerous life on the edge of a blade. As he aged, a person's mindset tends to change. Mr. Morgan, at the age of 37, no longer wished to continue a life of violence, as he had started a family and had his beloved daughter. Eventually, he became a priest.

It was said that Mr. Morgan had some fame in a certain part of the Shadow District on Alpha, respected as a Demon Hunter with exceptional exorcism and blessing techniques.

The second individual was a wandering poet from the East, Bai Zhexian.

Feng Yi did actually know this person; he had encountered him a few times back in the Bounty Tribe of freelancers, leaving a deep impression—Bai Zhexian's unique conduct, proclaiming himself as suave and debonair, a mighty figure who had seen all worldly affairs. He lived within the mortal world as one who only indulged in base pleasures, selling his body but never his artistry. In summary, he was simply remarkable.

This fellow could be likened to a fan sweeping away the autumn leaves with a gentle wave or a song so moving that it made people intoxicated under the moonlight. He bore some resemblance to Mengdie, especially in terms of nearly perfect looks, while their personalities were starkly contrasting.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Bai Zhexian greeted with a slight fan flutter, saying a fist and palm salute, "Eh? Isn't this Brother Feng? I heard that you are a great hero. It's been many years, and your imposing presence has not diminished at all. I trust you have been well?"

As he spoke, a smile immediately blossomed on the face of the exiled immortal, but when observed closely, one could see a mix of suggestiveness, sleaziness, and wickedness.

Feng Yi, feeling slightly tense, looked around to see that everyone was busy with their own tasks, paying no attention here. Then hastily returning the salute with a laugh, he said, "I was wondering who it was. So, it's the famous wandering poet. I've heard that Brother Bai's mastery of the mystical arts is profound. With your assistance on this journey, the mission will surely be twice as successful with half the effort."

"Where, where, you flatter me, Brother Feng," Bai Zhexian replied. "As they say, 'Heroes arise from our generation.' Compared to Brother Feng's great reputation, my own skills are merely enough to outshine those unworthy lot."

After the two of them exchanged a few more flattering words, they set off directly on the road.

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