Under the influence of adhesive matter, upon integrating with the network terminal, he discovered that Star Wars had already been revised, transforming from a simple passionate mecha battle into a dual approach of Ancient Martial Arts and Mecha, and it was even possible to create avatars. For some unknown reason, he easily found Mengdie's avatar in the database—also the lady, originating from here.

However, her avatar had only two battle data entries, which Feng Yi did not check.

What left him speechless, helpless, bored, and shocked the most was that the ghostly fat guy Zhang Xiaobo's number of avatars actually reached nine hundred and thirty-five!!? All created and deleted, then deleted and created again, continuously cycling through creation and deletion, standing guard and monitoring corpses in the middle of the night, having numerous identities everywhere, it was simply outrageous.

Of course, his main purpose for logging into Star Wars was still to do something for Hans, luckily the experiment was successful. Now, Feng Yi could even imagine Hans's vivid expression upon seeing the email, but whatever the case, this was not an act of bringing joy to others, after all, Hans had done so much for him.

Feng Yi hurriedly gathered his thoughts; he discovered that when a person loses a physical vessel, their thoughts tend to wander aimlessly, or stagnate, and over time become like himself now, living like a lunatic. Currently, the most important thing was to take a look at the child, even though he couldn't do anything for the child.

The next second, his thoughts returned to Mengdie's boudoir; apart from some remaining small objects, everything around had changed, even the room itself, it seemed this wasn't the North Mysterious Hall.

The moment his mind stirred slightly, Feng Yi instantly discovered the four main halls located in the Jade Clear Sect, representing east, west, south, north, and center, metaphorically referring to the elements. As the saying goes, the north is on top, the south below, the west left, the east right. The north is governed by the mysterious waters of Xuanwu, the east by the azure dragon representing the eastern woods, the west is the white tiger and the south is the protagonist, yin and yang alternating. This hall stands in the east, so Feng Yi deduced it to be the Azure Dragon Hall.

Unfortunately, he did not find the child in the room but did notice some clothes. Could something have happened?

Mengdie was extremely sensitive with her Spiritual Perception; the brief proximity had already made her aware. Except for the mysterious identity of Revenge Shadow Rider, Feng Yi did not want to disturb anyone's life, even indirectly, so when he found that he couldn't see the child, he didn't delay any longer. With a shift of intent, he instantly left the Jade Clear Sect and soon disappeared…

As a result, he encountered trouble. Feng Yi was very puzzled, why did he suddenly come to the Jade Clear Sect from the Yate Federation? Before coming, he planned to try using the Third Rhythm, but considering the exhaustion of mental power, Feng Yi planned… before he could think further, he was already here.

Upon reflection, he suddenly found himself inexplicably arriving without understanding why. Could it be that his Third Rhythm skill had achieved a breakthrough? After all, Mo Ying once said it was an ability with considerable laws, but unfortunately, he hadn't found the technique to open that door.

So, the problem shouldn't lie with the Third Rhythm itself, and even if there's a connection, it would definitely be a coincidental phenomenon.

Feng Yi tried again by mobilizing his mental power, but after several attempts, it didn't work, so he had to give up. Once he gave up, such a long distance for him to jump back in one big leap was almost impossible. Currently, he could only rely on the adhesive matter to connect himself to the shuttle heading for the Federation.

Damn, it's such a lousy trip, if he had known sooner, he definitely wouldn't have set his first stop at the Jade Clear Sect, what was the point? The reason he thought of the Jade Clear Sect first, to put it bluntly, was to see the child, but it turned out to be in vain.

However, since things had come to this, it's useless to think too much about it, after all, riding a shuttle was also considered a free ride. As the saying goes, one time of freeloading at a moment, continued freeloading brings joy, a lifetime of freeloading brings lifelong joy. Although he hadn't lived his life out fully, or even half a life, only a small part, he could continue to enjoy it.

Of course, reading books is an exception, as books are personal, and freeloading belongs to the public domain. On this point, Feng Yi believed that personal income tax was enough compensation, although he was no longer human, he might as well be a god, just as Hans said.

Throughout the journey, harboring a jumble of thoughts, Feng Yi's spiritual perception underwent qualitative changes as time passed. He suddenly realized, why did he think and ponder useless matters, and what was the purpose of this trip? To see the child, and as a father, isn't it important to know the child's whereabouts?

Yet, after not finding the child in the Jade Clear Sect, he didn't pay much attention to these things, as if he had lost considerable emotion, or perhaps he had abandoned some things of the past.

If it were his past self, wouldn't he naturally go looking for the child, finding ways to ascertain the child's whereabouts? Stepping back, he would at least figure out whether the child had been born, instead of constantly avoiding, now he did not seem like himself at all?

Or, when a soul is reformatted and cleansed, does the passage of time make a person lose what belongs to them, even the soul?

People often say true love is eternal, family bonds never fade, and because of our indelible memories, we don't forget the profound stories. Yet, we once swore brotherhood with childhood playmates, but decades later, you may not even recall their names.

Fortunately, humans can't live long enough to forget everything, like what Mo Ying said, he even forgot everything past, only retaining a longing for his homeland.

But, his change had indeed been swift; if he forgot everything, would he still be the person he used to be, with even the soul fading away...? No, letting go is gaining, losing is seeking, a voice rumbled like thunder by Feng Yi's ear.

"He has returned..."

"He has returned..."

Feng Yi couldn't discern the voice's origin, yet he could clearly distinguish Hans's voice amid the multitude of noises.

This formless power of belief seemed like a tangible torrent rushing into Feng Yi's thoughts, making his originally sharp spiritual perception even more robust, allowing him, even light years away, to feel a dull, vibrant awareness springing to life.

Through four-dimensional refraction, the feedback immediately brightened Feng Yi's eyes, as if a crack suddenly opened in the door of thoughts. Although still narrow, it would enable semi-dormant things to briefly awaken, possessing intelligence akin to before, allowing thought to extend downwards, attempting to ponder some personal issues, such as why he was still alive, or what lay beyond many confining barriers.

"Why am I still alive? Why do people live in this world? What is the purpose of wandering in the world, where should I go?"

Living means inevitably seeking the answers you should unravel, rather than going along with the flow, just like a bag floating in the wind during daylight. He needed to trace back more, concerning thoughts he couldn't consider in moments of murky consciousness. Yes, never giving up had always been the principle he steadfastly adhered to.

Feng Yi's muddled mind, under the continuous refraction of power, suddenly became clear. It was like someone in a dream, feeling as if a dazed spiritual body was suddenly electrified!

"Right! Mo Ying once said that my spirit, consciousness, mind, intelligence, and every aspect would accompany a significant decline with mental depletion! Yes, my power is constantly fading, my consciousness gradually awakening, and my existence will fade with time until it disappears, turning into various elements that make up the universe. This may not be the result I desired. Every dawn before dusk, I would wonder about the coming day. Emotions and souls may die, but one thing remains unchanged, that is the transformed reality of the vast universe. I think, therefore I am; having emotions means emotions exist. Every flower and grass, every wind and scene, is real—where spiritual perception reaches, there I exist; where thoughts extend, there I reach—the body is the vessel of the soul, consciousness is the soul's home, memory is the soul's continuation, matter is the soul's source, the universe is the soul's essence; I am the universe itself, the universe is myself—Rhythm, transcendence."

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