"Feng Yi."
In the fourth-dimensional space, Feng Yi's slumbering soul was awakened once again by a voice...
Indeed, he had awakened! Feng Yi wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep—perhaps a second, perhaps an hour, perhaps years, perhaps...
During this mental blank period, time had lost its actual significance for Feng Yi.
"Is that you, Mo Ying? Why am I here again...?"
"At the moment your soul was about to vanish, I pulled you into this space. Upon breaking free from the constraints of your physical body, all your abilities have been restored, including your innate equilibrium of thought."
The distant yet familiar celestial bodies, the familiar sensations surrounding him—why had Mo Ying saved him once again? After Feng Yi posed this question, Mo Ying fell into a brief silence...
But the silence was brief. Feng Yi's thoughts were suddenly filled by an idea: "I can't say for sure; I may not be able to answer that. Perhaps it's humanity's curiosity about the unknown."
