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The "Bai Yanren" with a face full of cracks looked like a broken porcelain, just like this world.

In this bizarre situation, Bai Yanliang neither dodged nor avoided it, not even thinking about running away.

Originally, he still held onto the idea of uncovering all the secrets of Fog Gathering and making an end with the Dark Abyss.

But the door opened by [The Boat Under The Moon, The Man Drowns In Water] made him completely lost.

It was only at this mont that Bai Yanliang realized, maybe... he’s not truly human.

No, perhaps his inner self had long been aware, just unwilling to admit it.

How could there be a person in this world without emotional fluctuations?

How could soone look at themselves as if in "God’s Eye View"?

His mory was so good, able to recall the books he read and the people and things he t, yet why did he specifically not rember the life before the night his brother had the accident?

There was only one explanation —

His mories... began only from that day.

He had gone through so many life and death escapes and had seen so many strange powers.

Bai Yanliang was almost certain that on the night his brother had the accident, there must have been so ritual being perford, and there was a high probability that the ritual went wrong, which led to his current predicant.

Bai Yanliang looked at the "brother" in front of him, and everything seed blurry.

Indeed, there was a pair of brothers nad Bai Yanren and Bai Yanliang in this world, but... the "Bai Yanliang" in that pair was not him right now.

Upon seeing this world’s "self" for the first ti, Bai Yanliang’s brain seed to be electrified, illuminating so part of it, and so distant yet clear mories were recalled.

At that ti, "self" was about the sa age as in this world, but the body was seemingly weak since youth, often having unexplained nosebleeds.

To say nothing of going to school, he rarely even left ho, lying in bed due to his frail health, under the care of Bai Yanren.

Until one day, the little boy nad Bai Yanliang died.

Realizing this fact shook Bai Yanliang’s heart so strongly, it directly affected his entire body.

He didn’t know who he was, Bai Yanliang?

No... Bai Yanliang had already died from illness.

I am...

The brother... using so thod called upon... a foreign soul.

Who am I exactly?

He completely lost his sense of identity and didn’t know the aning or value of his existence.

Looking back, why was he so persistent in uncovering the truth about Yanren’s death? Because he knew very well, if he didn’t find sothing to do, find soone to imitate... he wouldn’t know how to do anything or want to do anything.

This... is not the mindset of a living person.

"Yanliang..."

The cracks on Bai Yanren’s body increased after Bai Yanliang realized this.

"So say... I betrayed everyone..."

"So also say... I postponed the arrival of the Fog Realm by ten years, saving everyone..."

Bai Yanren’s state was peculiar, clearly just a person from this "false" world, yet as if having mories from other tilines.

"Yanliang..." Bai Yanren’s gaze was more complex than any difficult problem Bai Yanliang had ever encountered.

"I can’t tell you more, the you see at this mont is just using the power of the key to forcibly step out of ti, leaving a chance."

"A chance..." Bai Yanliang looked at him dumbfounded.

"Hmm... the real has been dead for ten years," Bai Yanren’s voice carried a hint of regret, yet also a sense of release, the world around him, and the cracks on him increased, "Ti is running out, please hold on a bit more..."

"This world exists only on the foundation of your will," Bai Yanren said sothing Bai Yanliang never thought of before.

"Nine Prisons open, the Fog Realm descends..." Bai Yanren looked outside the window, the sky was already filled with crimson cracks, yet possessed a different kind of eerie beauty.

"Soone lied... told a colossal lie!" Bai Yanren’s voice, extrely rare, was filled with anger.

"Yanliang... you must kill everyone who should have already died, rember, no matter who they are!"

The sound of an eerie disintegration ca from his body.

"All those you have confird as dead, if you see them again, no matter how normal or familiar they seem, you must... kill them!"

Bai Yanliang, already shaken, could only chanically morize what "brother" was saying at this mont.

At this point, he couldn’t judge the truth, nor could he respond to anything.

He had even lost any purpose to continue on, or to live.

But he instinctively kept looking at "brother", this eerie space, relying on the power of the key, and his own will to exist?

Was its aning to have "brother" convey these words to him at this mont...

"Yanliang..." Bai Yanren’s body began to disintegrate inch by inch from the arm, dissolving into strands of blood mist floating in the air.

"Ten years ago..."

"I prevented the Fog Realm from descending..."

"Brought you back to life..."

"Did all on the sa night..."

"I can’t ntion His na, the answer can only be found by you."

The disintegration of the blood mist already spread to the neck area.

Bai Yanren’s face, full of cracks, showed a smile of relief.

"Rember..."

"Yanliang."

"I am already dead."

"Death is not scary..."

"You can surely end everything..."

"Rember..."

"Let the dead... return to death."

The final words dissolved into blood mist along with Bai Yanren, vanishing in this world about to collapse.

Bai Yanliang stood there dazed.

Brother...

I may not be able to do it.

He looked at the blood-red sky outside the window.

The rotting stench of death perated every corner of this world.

He didn’t want to go outside, nor continue any further.

This world is collapsing, so let him collapse with it.

He really couldn’t find any strength to drive himself again, like a toy car with its batteries removed.

Everything for Bai Yanliang had lost aning...

He leaned quietly against the cracked window.

I’m sorry... brother.

I don’t want to end anything...

I just want to... die while I still feel like I’m "Bai Yanliang".

The world, with Bai Yanliang’s will collapsing, was accelerating its disintegration.

Strands of black cracks seed to pull the starry sky closer, the infinite darkness in those cracks stifling and trembling, yet it was profoundly shocking.

Bai Yanliang gazed blankly at the profound darkness beyond those cracks.

Suddenly!

Right above Bai Yanliang’s window, a white crack abruptly opened—

A hand reached out sharply, grabbing Bai Yanliang by the collar!

Then, Yu Wenxuan’s slightly mocking voice ca from the white crack:

"You wouldn’t... have forgotten your agreent with , would you?"

A stern face appeared faintly in the white crack, it was Yu Wenxuan!

At this mont, he was holding a blood-glowing key in his left hand, and grabbing Bai Yanliang’s collar with his right, speaking coldly:

"I went through great effort to get this key, not to save soone who doesn’t want to live."

"Snap out of it!"

The violent force yanked Bai Yanliang into the white crack, and their figures finally vanished before this world could completely collapse...

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