Swoosh...

With a whirlwind of thoughts, as his mind shifted, he and the others appeared instantaneously on the vast platform of Sky City.

Except for Feng Yi, everyone seemed reluctant to leave, their thoughts still dwelling on the fleeting beauty of space travel. In a daze, Zhang Xiaobo found himself back on solid ground and muttered, "Huh? Who am I, where am I, what is this place, and what am I supposed to do now?"

The Blade Warrior slapped him hard, snapping him back to reality.

"Forgot already? This is the very place we departed from one year ago."

Zhang Xiaobo rubbed his scalp for a long time before suddenly bursting into a cheer!

Damn it, we're finally back! Thinking about everything that had happened in the hazy, surreal year was truly overwhelming.

What should everyone do next? Shouldn't we plan the future? Of course, the top priority was catching up with Feng Yi… However, as everyone turned their gaze back to Feng Yi, they immediately noticed his incredibly pale appearance, devoid of any trace of color, looking even more haggard than he did on the Twin Stars.

Observing Feng Yi's abnormal complexion, it was evident that this was caused by excessive mental power depletion. However, Feng Yi's exhaustion was unlikely to be restored even by resting.

Sky Shadow seemed to notice something. "Feng Yi, your body… it wouldn't happen to be…"

"It's nothing. Compared to that…"

Truth be told, Feng Yi wanted nothing more than to sleep, to sleep deeply. But Feng Yi knew that if he gave in, he might never wake up again. It was akin to dreaming, where one might feel their soul drifting away—but he was different. Clearly, his soul's magnetic field had already been greatly diminished. Once asleep, his brain might fall into a state of eternal emptiness.

Feng Yi looked calmly at everyone—Roland, the youthful Feng Yi—and finally walked up to Zhang Xiaobo. Just as he had done before, he reached out and patted Zhang Xiaobo on the shoulder, as though his actions carried countless unspoken words. Yet no dialogue transpired between the two.

Feng Yi then turned to the Blade Warrior and said, "For now, let's focus on human migration and technological developments. The battle against the Bizarre is a long-term endeavor, and I don't think it's attainable in the short term."

"Got it. But you…"

"Haha, when it comes to this, I don't think anything can stump you."

Suddenly, the Blade Warrior seemed to sense something amiss. "Feng Yi…"

An enigmatic smile emerged on Feng Yi's face as he turned his gaze to Mengdie, a rare softness flickering in his complex, profound eyes...

Mengdie's almond-shaped eyes widened, her gaze threading strands of clarity, unblinking as she stared deeply at Feng Yi. Her tightly pursed pink lips parted slightly, as if she wished to pour out her thoughts…

Yet Feng Yi merely stood before Mengdie for a fleeting moment. Like her, he said very little—but the silence exchanged between them seemed laden with an inscrutable meaning that no one else could fathom.

Finally, Feng Yi called out to Sky Shadow, "I have something to tell you."

Sky Shadow followed Feng Yi, expression unchanging, to a secluded area. His deep gaze seemed to betray his understanding of what was about to happen, and he spoke. "You're leaving, aren't you…"

"Yes, I am."

"I thought so." As though he had already foreseen this, Sky Shadow didn't seem surprised by the outcome.

Indeed, he had long been aware that Feng Yi's presence might be short-lived. Feng Yi himself had once explained that his existence could be regarded as a phenomenon—a phenomenon of existence.

"You're not planning to simply walk away without a word, are you?"

"In reality, that's exactly what I'm doing. I don't have much to leave behind. From here onward, I hope you'll convey my message to the others—for instance, that I've chosen to retreat from the world."

"I understand." They were both sharp individuals. Sky Shadow could tell that Feng Yi's talk of leaving truly meant a permanent farewell—an eternal departure, never to reunite. "But…"

"But what?"

"Don't you plan to reveal anything?"

"About what?"

"How you came back to life—how you appeared here, how you showed up on the Twin Stars. Anyone would be curious about such questions."

"It's a long story. If you can promise to keep this a secret…"

Sky Shadow snorted, signaling he had no desire to be nosy or ethically compromised. Since he had agreed to relay Feng Yi's message, he knew what he had to do and had no plans to disclose Feng Yi's explanation to the group.

"Actually, my presence here is a result of certain coincidences—everything traces back to a year ago."

"A year ago…?"

"Yes, that was when I had just died. John used cryogenic technology to send me out into space. As you know, the cosmos holds countless secrets unknown to humankind. By chance, I entered a dense, fourth-dimensional realm—within which resided a higher-dimensional being. It explained that in its worldview, it had already been rendered dead in form but continued to exist through the laws of its space, functioning as an observer."

Sky Shadow listened, visibly surprised. "How does this relate to your resurrection?"

Feng Yi elaborated, "What we often refer to as a soul is essentially a magnetic field—a form of mental consciousness. As time progresses, human magnetic fields fluctuate, but typically they don't last more than two months in the world. Because I was situated within such a rich-density fourth-dimensional space, my timeline was extended without my awareness."

Feng Yi paused briefly before continuing, "That higher-dimensional being could foresee the future, including my encounter with it. However, the appearance of the Bizarre had disrupted this expected future. It doesn't belong to our conventional spacetime and even affects higher-dimensional realms. We'll call that deceased entity Mo Ying. Mo Ying hadn't anticipated you crossing into parallel dimensions. This confirms that the existence of the Bizarre had interfered with the normal operation of dimensions—even Mo Ying was affected to some degree."

"You're suggesting that our dimensional crossing was an accidental anomaly?"

"Indeed." Feng Yi nodded at Sky Shadow and said, "According to the usual progression of the universe, humans shouldn't be capable of traversing the Multiverse—at least not yet. It was the emergence of the Bizarre that led me from the Bizarre battleship into the Magic Crystal civilization, where I obtained the Light Crystal, inadvertently rewriting human history. But all of this is merely surface-level. The true rewriting of history began years ago, when the Bizarre first influenced this universe. From that moment on, the original trajectory had already been altered. At that time, Mo Ying didn't notice this. Humanity is insignificant to it; what truly caught its attention was my method of death. Although I was bound to encounter it sooner or later, this meeting wasn't meant to happen at this particular juncture—your traversal of the Multiverse also deeply intrigued it."

Sky Shadow now vaguely understood the meaning behind Feng Yi's words. "So, under normal circumstances, we wouldn't have crossed dimensions. What mattered to it was that we did something it deemed impossible."

"That's an apt interpretation." Feng Yi neither confirmed nor denied Sky Shadow's response.

"But how does this connect to your resurrection?"

"Perhaps because humans are capable of creating miracles?" Feng Yi replied to Sky Shadow with a tone of uncertainty. "Your traversal itself was a miracle—at least from a human perspective. My revival is also a type of miracle. Mo Ying speculated that I shouldn't have died, but due to the Bizarre's influence, I had prematurely succumbed on the day that was meant to mark my survival. It reasoned that humanity's ability to accomplish the impossible might pave the way for further miraculous feats, such as resurrection."

Feng Yi went on to clarify that his destiny bore some resemblance to Mo Ying's. Mo Ying had been forcefully exiled to its current space after being struck by a higher-dimensional weapon in its own dimension.

Though their circumstances differed, there was a certain parallel in their origins. Because Mo Ying yearned to return home, it tried to observe whether humanity could break free from the chains of fate and shatter the prison of inevitability.

If miracles truly existed in this world, returning to the dimension it originally belonged to wouldn't be impossible—in part because it possessed control over the Third Rhythm. Mo Ying likely shared this capability, as the law it governed was unattainable even in the higher dimensions.

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