When Su Ming’an saw the Cloud City God in the distance, his vision was already completely blurred.
His body repeatedly burned and resurrected, resurrected and burned, as if his entire being was torn into dozens of pieces. The barely recuperated spirit showed signs of collapse again, his soul nearly shattered.
"Swish!" A golden Defensive Barrier like an eggshell rose, blocking another falling fla. The Cloud City God finally managed to intercept him.
"..." Su Ming’an could no longer speak clearly, his trembling hand took a fresh red Manzusha Flower from his backpack, pointed at the Manzusha Flower, then at the watch Ah Du, and lastly, he pointed at his own head while gazing at the Cloud City God.
This series of silent actions left the live broadcast room’s audience clueless, but the Cloud City God’s pupils suddenly contracted, as if understanding sothing.
"Crack——" The Radiant Mother God’s giant golden hand struck the Protective Shield, a cold, indifferent eye appeared near the two, and the temperature instantly rose.
"I understand what you an." The Cloud City God took the Manzusha Flower, placed a hand on Su Ming’an’s forehead: "You take a rest for a while."
Su Ming’an closed his tired eyes.
...
In his dreams, he sat on a swing in the afternoon, sunlight filtered through the gaps of old residential buildings, the iron chains squeaked against the bolt eyes, swaying, swaying, swaying.
As if nothing needed to be thought about, nor any more pain to endure.
All he heard was the "creak, creak" of the swing in his ear, slling the fragrant scent of taro milk tea from his childhood, the alluring aroma of spicy strips and fried chicken fillets at the school gate, the damp scent when sitting by the classroom window after rain, the fragrance of childhood prickly heat powder...
Soone was practicing guitar in the next building, the sound of marbles jumping and trembling on the ceiling above, Uncle Zhao’s bicycle ringing past the water puddles, lengthening the shadow cast by the sun.
He sat on the swing in the sunshine, drifting from afar ca the sound of collecting scrap tal, ding— ding— ding—
...
"Ding——!"
The Cloud City God’s figure flashed.
Searing golden light turned into shockwaves, instantly scraping off more than half of the mountain behind.
Sand-like particles danced in the wind, while brilliant and scorching fiery rivers stretched for hundreds of miles. The sword point lifted, piercing the sky, yet shattered amidst countless smooth giant hands striking down.
In the scattered phosphorescence, the Cloud City God spat a mouthful of blood, his chest and abdon burning with golden-red flas.
Indeed, it wouldn’t work; if he returned to the Cloud City, there would be no need to concede... The Cloud City God’s figure trembled, no longer resisting, swiftly rushing forward with Su Ming’an.
He had considered whether not to intervene, but in his mind, there seed another voice saying: Don’t let this youth turn to ashes, or he would never go ho again.
They landed amidst ruins in a sea of flas, remnants of chaos lingered in the city, large numbers laid ashen corpses on the ground, showing high-temperature scorching. Among them was a black-haired girl, her white bow scorched, her face burnt beyond recognition.
"Awaken." The Cloud City God whispered.
Su Ming’an slowly opened his eyes.
He still couldn’t speak clearly, his throat filled with the taste of blood, but he raised his hand, trembling yet firmly pointing at his head once more.
"I hope I didn’t misunderstand you." The Cloud City God said.
Su Ming’an smiled faintly, pointed at his head again.
The Radiant Mother God’s eye followed, thousands of hands descended from the sky, carrying sounds akin to a baby’s wail. Terrifying attacks akin to nuclear explosions approached, yet the Cloud City God made no defense, reversing the sword point, from top to bottom, aiming at Su Ming’an.
Most of the bullet comnts couldn’t understand what was happening, nearly frightened to death:
[It’s over! The Cloud City God is backstabbing too!]
[No, no! If Su Ming’an dies, it’s all over!!]
[I recall a rumor from the world forum before...]
[The Cloud City God can’t kill Su Ming’an, right? Su Ming’an has the Undying Curse from the Radiant Mother God.]
...
With one slash, Su Ming’an was decapitated, yet the next mont, his head regrew, remaining unscathed.
"I can’t kill you." The Cloud City God said quietly.
Su Ming’an curled his lips.
He glanced at the azure sky, slowly closing his eyes.
"Again."
"Three tis."
He let out a vaguely clear, blood-like voice, filled with the severe pain of the soul.
The Cloud City God swung his sword again. This ti, he found Su Ming’an completely silent, like a corpse.
...
[Core Skill 2: Pioneer Immortality: When you fall into a near-death state, you can freely choose whether to enter the "Feigned Death" state. During "Feigned Death," your body will remain in a breathless and heartless death state, capable of withstanding three critical injuries, after which you fall into true death. (Cooldown Ti: 72 hours)]
...
The sword point successfully pierced Su Ming’an’s neck, blood flowing, the wound did not heal.
The Cloud City God widened his eyes in slight surprise, imdiately and relentlessly slashing out the second and third strikes.
Under his gaze, the infinitely resurrected Su Ming’an showed no signs of recovery this ti, quickly losing his heartbeat and breath.
Su Ming’an judged that above all laws, the system chanics of the world ga were absolute.
Receiving Noel’s Red Rose unequivocally transforms one from npc to player.
Receiving Duoduo’s doll inevitably exits the instance.
As long as the player activates an absolute skill, the skill effect invariably takes effect. Like the mandatory one-on-one of the High Tower Invitation, even the Mother God could be trapped.
The "Pioneer Immortality" skill introduction states "can withstand three critical injuries, after which you fall into true death," initially, Su Ming’an thought it was a protective skill, safeguarding himself in the feigned death state. He even worried whether any npc had a penchant for corpse whipping three tis, causing his feigned death to beco true death.
However, after being cursed by the Radiant Mother God, he quickly realized that even a protective skill, if one reverses the thought process, could entirely be seen as an aggressive skill!
"After three tis, you fall into true death." Achieving the forr triggers the latter. Once he finds a reliable person capable of attacking him three tis, he could achieve "true death." The system chanics of the world ga supersede the curse of the Radiant Mother God.
It’s essentially a suicide divine skill.
The appearance of an absolute term like "true death" implies that this skill equates to becoming a conceptual deity.
...
Su Ming’an opened his eyes, greeted by the bustle of a tea house.
A lingering soul pain remained in his mind, yet his awareness was exceptionally clear.
"... I’m not sure how that noble lady is doing. If you notice anything wrong, you can leave at any ti. Of course, the reward is non-refundable," the white-haired, green-eyed young man said with a smile.
This was when Su Ming’an had regressed to the point where he t a guy calling himself "Bai Qiu" in a tea house. Bai Qiu claid he could introduce Su Ming’an to the Radiant Mother God.
"No, I don’t trust you," Su Ming’an declined and stood up to leave.
In the previous cycle, Bai Qiu vanished after taking him to the Radiant Mother God, clearly with ill intentions.
After pushing the door open and stepping out, Su Ming’an put the Manzusha Flower in his sleeve into his backpack; this flower had completed its mission in the previous cycle. He gazed into the distant night, taking a deep breath, feeling the relief of surviving a catastrophe.
Based on his previous experience using secret codes with Noel, Su Ming’an devised a simpler, more convenient thod of communication — symbolic communication.
The Manzusha Flower, in flower language, signifies death.
The Ah Du watch symbolizes ti.
In the previous cycle, when he pointed to these two items for the Cloud City God, together they ant "death ti."
—— Death Rebound.
No verbal communication was needed; just pointing at the symbols was enough to convey the aning to the other party.
Compared with Noel’s coded communication, there were two risks. First, the other party had to be intelligent. The Cloud City God probably already suspected that he had this ability, but had not fully confird it. Second, there was a risk of being caught by the organizers, for everyone knew the aning of the symbols. But now, in the late ga, Su Ming’an had already t the representative of the World Ga, Xiao Na, and several organizers had even made moves against him. He was no longer so afraid of being taken in for inspection.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling a Yellow Gemstone within his soul.
The mont he saw the Yellow Gemstone, he felt a genuine joy as a speculation was finally proven true.
—— At the end of the previous cycle, when he pointed to his head, it didn’t an "hit here," but referred taphorically to the soul.
Once Death Rebound is triggered, no one will rember, and everything will be reverted — except for one thing.
Su Ming’an’s mory.
Only Su Ming’an’s mory is immune to reversal, and he rembers clearly what happened in each cycle.
If so, could it be concluded that Su Ming’an’s soul is an immutable entity amidst ti retrospection, a kind of safe? Whatever is stored inside while Su Ming’an is conscious won’t be erased by Death Rebound.
Coincidentally, the authority of the Cloud City God is called "Soul."
After falling into the dire situation set by the Radiant Mother God, Su Ming’an wanted to test his hypothesis. He pointed to his head, indicating for the Cloud City God to use the "Soul" authority to condense this mory into a "mory Stick" and store it in Su Ming’an’s "safe" of a soul!
That way, even if the Cloud City God’s mory is erased by Death Rebound, his mory from the previous cycle would be carried into the next cycle along with Su Ming’an’s mory. Then, the Su Ming’an of this cycle would et the Cloud City God of this cycle, allowing them to conduct a mory read!
—— Take the mory from the previous cycle and give it to the "" of this cycle!
Su Ming’an was unsure if this would work, but since Su Rin beca the Cloud City God, the Soul Authority must have been strengthened. Perhaps it could condense mory into a USB, embedding it into Su Ming’an’s soul.
"It really worked..." Su Ming’an was surprised at the Yellow Gemstone within his soul.
The Death Rebound seed indeed to use him as the anchor. All things were inevitably reversed, but only his soul remained eternally unchanged.
With this thod’s success, his final winning odds improved significantly. This encrypted communication was more intuitive than Noel’s code, as Noel could only convey text-like codes, whereas the Cloud City God could directly read visual imagery. Of course, there were pros and cons, as the Cloud City God couldn’t facilitate real-ti communication.
The hidden panic in Su Ming’an’s heart was sowhat dispelled. As long as the Cloud City God remained on his side, it was equivalent to gaining a soul-bound ally.
He was no longer an isolated island and hadn’t lost anything...
"Why aren’t you leaving?" The Cloud City God walked out of the tea house, looking at him indifferently.
"Will you keep helping us?" Su Ming’an confird their stance.
"As it stands, you’re the safest bet to take back. I’ll ensure your survival as best I can," the Cloud City God said.
"And what if so High Dinsional beings try to tempt you with ’going ho’?" Su Ming’an asked.
The Cloud City God looked into the distance, chuckling lightly:
"I don’t put much faith in the credibility of strangers. Even if it’s a bet, there are ways to circumvent it. I consider investing in you more trustworthy and cost-effective, no need to take risks that violate my boundaries. Besides, I despise treachery."
Just as the Cloud City God was about to turn away, Su Ming’an suddenly said:
"Would you like to see the color of my soul?"
...
The Yellow Gemstone shimred with an illusory light, seen only by the two of them.
The Cloud City God’s eyes revealed shock, acknowledging what happened in the previous cycle.
They wished to converse with Su Ming’an, but recalling that the Radiant Mother God might be watching them, they fell silent.
"Let’s first find Huan Jiala," Su Ming’an suggested.
He needed to tactfully inquire whether the coordinates obtained in the previous cycle could be used. If these coordinates were similar to the Dawn Code with real-ti calculations, they would be unusable.
The Giant Dragon flapped its wings, and after more than half an hour, they arrived at the Forest of Moonlight.
"... Do world coordinates change?" Hearing Su Ming’an’s question, Huan Jiala replied, "Yes. Starfire told it depends on the landing point’s location, which is where I am. Once a certain ti period is exceeded, the coordinates will change... But rest assured, you’ll definitely have ti to bring them to . I’m right below the temple in the Forest of Moonlight, no worries about running out of ti."
Su Ming’an sighed inwardly.
... It’s infeasible since once he obtained the coordinates, the Radiant Mother God would forcibly drag him into a dream to delay, making it impossible to make it in ti.
Su Ming’an asked, "Approximately how long until the coordinates change?"
Huan Jiala closed his eyes, seemingly consulting Starfire, and after a mont said, "About ten minutes."
... After getting the coordinates, they’d have to leave the Radiant Mother God’s temple within ten minutes.
The Cloud City God cast a glance, seemingly suggesting: You can try racing.
Su Ming’an ntally simulated the scenario; in the previous cycle, it took them over forty minutes to leave the temple’s range, cutting it to ten minutes seed nearly impossible.
This was the final obstacle standing before them. As long as Starfire successfully descended, it could bring down a massive amount of energy.
"... I want to go sowhere," Su Ming’an said.
The Cloud City God looked at him.
"Paradise," Su Ming’an smiled.
...
Annibilating himself, Su Ming’an quickly entered the third cycle.
As the discussion with Huan Jiala might alert the Radiant Mother God, Su Ming’an chose to restart after receiving the information.
Rejecting Bai Qiu in the tea house once more, Su Ming’an walked out the door, directly stating he intended to visit the Undead Territory. The Cloud City God, having read the mories of two cycles, remained silent and didn’t ask for a reason.
At 8:10 in the morning, under a firmant dark as ink and over a red earth stretching for thousands of miles—the Undead Territory welcod a deity trailing white tendrils, another riding a Giant Dragon, and a violet-haired, moon-eyed, androgynous elf.
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