Watching everyone around him eating meat and drinking heartily, Dovir and the Haier Brothers also let loose, while Old K kept talking non-stop. The familiar military uniforms worn by this group of people suddenly gave Zhang Xiaobo an urge to cry.

And then, tears started rolling down...

"Haha, why are you crying, kid?" Old K directly gave him a pat.

"I miss the barracks..." Zhang Xiaobo gulped down a glass of wine, crying as he explained, saying that over the years he often dreamed of the army and his former comrades. He even thought about returning, and even now, he still keeps in touch with the families of his comrades who fought and bled with him.

So, Zhang Xiaobo started recounting the events that happened around him over the years. The kid probably drank too much, and he talked about Kexiao, Blade Warrior, Sky Shadow, and Feng Yi, nearly blurting out his experience of traveling through parallel dimensions.

It would have been better if no one listened, but after hearing it, everyone was dumbfounded, like they had seen a ghost...

He spoke quite emotionally. In fact, Dovir, the Haier Brothers, and even the other soldiers listening on the side could feel Zhang Xiaobo's current mood through his deep affection.

Yet, they were surprised by this unassuming fat man's words!

This fat man not only knew Sky Shadow and Blade Warrior, he even knew Kexiao? And his relationship with Feng Yi was so close? It can be said that everyone had heard about this fat man knowing Feng Yi, but they never expected this fat man's experiences to be so remarkable.

People started asking him all sorts of questions, especially Dovir, who kept bringing up topics about Feng Yi, and of course, about Kexiao too.

So Zhang Xiaobo got excited, his words flying all over the place until these old brothers got drunk and dispersed with satisfaction.

On the way back, Zhang Xiaobo always had a lingering thought in his heart. Kexiao, after all, they were brothers who crossed the parallel dimensions together. How could he not even say hi when they met on the battlefield and come over for a drink? Even if he is the high commander of Saudi, no matter how busy public affairs are, he should experience life a bit.

It can be said that everyone thought he was dead after not seeing him for so many years, but with the repeated magical experiences, Zhang Xiaobo wasn't surprised by this person's resurrection.

Talking about it, even Feng Yi came back from the dead once, let alone Kexiao. He wasn't surprised at all, rather he thought Kexiao was a bit inhumane.

With a belch, Zhang Xiaobo collapsed onto his bed, dead drunk, hoping not to dream of Feng Yi again.

He certainly wouldn't dream of Feng Yi again, as with the help of Mo Ying, Feng Yi successfully avoided overlapping his sleep time with the fat man. This last crossing had fully restored his mental abilities.

At this moment, in the fourth-dimensional time and space, the moment Feng Yi sensed the flow of quantum breath, he immediately realized that his decayed body, which had been unknown for many years, was in a terrible state beyond recognition.

But, it didn't matter; any material, the appearance of which randomly emerges in the evolution process, is merely due to the cosmic operational laws—one flower, one world; one leaf, one paradise; whether person or object, or flowing water, or breeze, or emotion, or thought, or tangible matter, or dark form, or bipolar operation, or positive and negative particles, all revolve around a common term, the rhythm.

At this moment, Feng Yi's thoughts were stagnant and slightly hesitant. Once the reformation of the flesh body succeeds, his serene thoughts would be confined within a small shell and wouldn't be as keenly perceptive to all things as now, requiring rhythm as a medium.

It is said that thought is light, is a wave, and the wave is a continuation of light. No matter how fast the speed of thought is, it can never surpass light, as superluminous is just the imagination of the heart, it's just your wild fancy, you can't even step out of your own body.

Indeed, through the naked eye, we can capture pictures from light years away, thanks to the transmission of light.

If we lose our eyes, we would know nothing, not even the existence of light in the world, and thus, lack malicious criticism.

Thank you, Creator, for granting ignorant humans bright eyes.

To hell with you, Creator, for depriving fools of their pitiful wisdom. When the door of the mind is completely closed, it will never open again.

Fools can never enter paradise; the real world will only open to you, be it a child, or an animal, capable of seeing the rhythm of the universe. When the budding soul is gradually tainted, when bound by the crowned science, when you lose your desire for truth, when there is doubt in your heart, it is despair.

The end of knowledge is truth, the end of philosophy is the ocean, thought determines the extension of quantum, microscopic silence is creation, I think, therefore I am, microscopic, hence real—the Third Rhythm, transcendence.

Feng Yi's thoughts flowed silently, in the place where the subtle thoughts of micro-particles stretched, it gradually took shape.

As the micro-form overlap effect of Feng Yi disappeared, the decayed body instantly appeared before his eyes, floating alone in the cold universe, destination unknown...

In an instant, the decayed body transformed into a universe, where the light points extended...

Micro-particle structures continuously acted under his silent tranquility, then turned into nothing, into a lack of tactile quantum wave...

Bang bang bang bang...

The chaotic universe kept disintegrating, shattering, becoming the material left by the initial opening of the universe, mutually annihilating, then disappearing...

This universe is too narrow, and its insufficient mass shows it existed, but it cannot be observed, and it is also unable to endure the collapse effect structure of micro-particles...

The real world was destroyed in an instant.

The point of light in microscopic state slowly expanded to a mega Nth power...that is a new world filled with positive matter. It has mass, has texture, but the micro-particles are still unstable.

The rate of light point expansion began to slow, expanding again from the small world to a trillion times...

The positive matter form returned to stability; positive and negative matter collided violently, constantly releasing flashes of light, like the cycle of rebirth and destruction. This microscopic world already had the macro cosmological form, the micro-particles disappeared...

The ever-collapsing positive and negative spacetime still had the possibility of collapse, as the point of light continued expanding outward at a trillion times speed...

The gravitational matter world returned to stability, with positive ions taking the lead, anti-matter becoming nearly invisible, the micro-particles lost their meaning...

The continually expanding light point still expanded rapidly at a trillion speed...

The positive matter world stabilized, dark matter took the lead role, anti-matter completely disappeared, almost unobservable.

Accompanied by the further expansion of the transcendence domain, it was a proto-nuclear form of life under rhythm form, his hand wriggling ceaselessly, composing the basic structure of his body with a scale of trillions.

The observer phenomenon continued to expand, and then appeared, a long-lost hand, with his black leather combat glove on it. Feng Yi was staring intently at his right hand.

Through the reshaping of the observer phenomenon, even the habitual attire appeared and formed under the influence of thought consciousness.

He clenched his fist, this feeling was quite inexplicable.

"Damn it, you bastard, this is the body that once rejected me!"

Feng Yi cursed himself softly, then realized it was silly. Why would he curse himself? Even though this body had rejected him, he was still himself, complete.

Speaking of which, Feng Yi suddenly noticed something seemed odd, lowered his head, and as he was about to utter a vulgar remark, quickly stopped himself. It seemed that after spending so much time with Eggy, he too was starting to pick up bad habits.

The reason for Feng Yi's astonishment was simple, his black cloak had somehow embedded itself into his flesh.

"Looks like it's the result of adhesive material effects again."

With this thought, Feng Yi gave a tug, a pull, and then a swipe, effortlessly draping the cloak over himself. The movement was fluid and powerful; he thought it was pretty good, a solid 99 out of 100.

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