This is a vast universe, like a distant dream, boundless and silent, eternally without end. Within it, even consciousness slowly blurs and dissolves, and the strange yet familiar setting brings a feeling of traveling through time and space back to one's childhood.

That dream is too illusory, yet too real.

If someone nowadays were to tell him that he comes from the void, from the other end of the universe, Feng Yi would have every reason to believe it.

As a voice approached from afar, resounding deep in his heart, his blurred consciousness unexpectedly became lucid, igniting the last thread of thought he barely clung to.

"Feng Yi, wake up..."

"Where is this... I really am dead, aren't I? Is this the world where the deceased dwell...?"

"The world of the deceased..." The approaching consciousness seemed to ponder for a moment, "This place is both the world of the deceased in your heart, and at the same time, it may not be."

"Where exactly am I?"

"According to your consciousness, the space you are in is indeed the Land of Divine Punishment in the Netherworld. By boarding a solitary boat, crossing the River of the Netherworld, you might face the solemn court's judgment on your past life and present existence."

Feng Yi's spirit body found it somewhat unbelievable, "Does that place really exist?"

"In belief, it exists; in disbelief, it does not. Just as the destruction of the Magic Crystal civilization you witnessed in life, the 'Bizarre' entities all exist and lurk within your innermost self. The Land of Divine Punishment, the solitary boat on the River of the Netherworld, the solemn court, the Tower of Reaching Heaven, dreamy reality, these were all created by you and you've never forgotten them. Every flower, every plant is a world; every leaf, every fall is Mengdie. Isn't this the understanding of the universe and the profound grasp of life? And now you forget?" The voice resonating with his soul said, "Whatever you thought of before you died, that is what will manifest and form the space of your imagination. When your mind is devoid of distracting thoughts, your consciousness will also dissipate..."

With the voice continuously echoing in his brain, Feng Yi's vague consciousness gradually became clearer...

"Why am I here? Where is this place, and who are you?" Feng Yi threw out three questions in succession.

"This place is..." the voice fell silent briefly, "This is a narrow cosmic space. It's because you disturbed my slumber. Sooner or later you would have come, which is why I pulled your consciousness forward in time. As you currently comprehend, you may call me Mo Ying."

Feng Yi did not perceive the endless galaxy as narrow. What was this Mo Ying anyway? "Mo Ying?" He muttered the name Mo Ying, somewhat distracted.

("Yes, I am Mo Ying. Just a few days ago, Xiao Tian was gifting me small change.")

"Xiao Tian, what is that, and why are you conversing with my soul?"

"Cough, I come from a universe utterly different from yours. In any case, you need not bother with details that you do not need to know."

"Uh, alright. I would like to know what you can tell me.")

"I have drawn you into this space because your fate is somewhat special. Do you believe in fate?"

"I'm half-believer and half-skeptic," Feng Yi said.

"Hmm, so am I."

Feng Yi was slightly stunned, not expecting this mysterious existence to utter such ambiguous words about fate, "You're half-believer and half-skeptic about fate?"

"Of course. Do you believe more in fate or less? Do you think fate is always in your control, held in your hand, entirely dictated by natural evolution, or are you always playing a role designed by yourself, continually adding strokes to perfect oneself, making fate more colorful?"

"I don't know." Feng Yi was truly at a loss to answer this oddly phrased question. Mo Ying seemed to have a profound perspective unknown to others, even knowing everything about him being 'Bizarre', dead, and many other things. With that, Feng Yi had no reason to hide anything. He couldn't answer this question.

"Right now, you are merely a thought entity, yet also someone who might change the world."

"Change the world?"

"Hmm, something like that."

Feng Yi found this entity slightly amusing, saying, "You're referring to me now?"

"Of course not. I mean when you were alive, your fate was different from that of others—it could influence the world's pattern. According to your theories, this could also be termed as a 'Change-bringer,' I suppose."

"What's a Change-bringer?"

"In essence, there is no difference between a Change-bringer and an ordinary person." The distant voice paused suddenly, as if contemplating something before asking Feng Yi, "Can you remember your mother?"

"Mother?"

"Yes. I can also pose my question to you in a different way."

"Wait, as you question me, can I also ask my own questions?" Feng Yi quickly seized upon a bargaining chip.

"A fair approach, that fits with your logic."

"Good, then ask your question."

Mo Ying said, "I know your life mentor is Lasso, but do you know who your mother is, or have any memories about her?"

Feng Yi shook his head in response, "I have no memories of my mother. Since I can remember, I have been raised by Lasso, who told me I was found."

"Is that so..."

Feng Yi sensed something dubious in Mo Ying's tone, as if there was something out of the ordinary, but he didn't dwell on it too much, saying, "Now it's my turn to ask. Why do you wish to learn about my past?"

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