"Buzz..."
As Yun You's aura grows more concrete with the energy infusion, Deng breathes a long sigh of relief, yet her voice becomes increasingly faint, with her breath flickering like a candle in the wind.
Still, she continues speaking, as if whispering to Yun You in her arms, or perhaps confessing to Yun Tiankui across thousands of years of time.
"I've always felt that through all these years, we've chosen the wrong direction for our research."
She spoke slowly, her words carrying a clarity borne from enlightenment, and the chaotic blob before her seems drawn to her voice; its once-ferocious black tendrils gradually slow down, trembling slightly under the suppression of the library's rules, as if they are listening.
"Do you still remember those lines mentioned in the First Generation King's notes?"
Deng murmured, "Back then, we believed his words were the truth of the world, the reality."
