They clustered around the huge tree in the center in an almost intimate manner, and their thick roots spread out, covering all the vast land around it.

Wherever the roots reach, flowers bloom.

This is the fifth level of the spiritual realm.

Shen Que immediately spotted Pei Ji leaning against a tree trunk.

Alpha hung his head, closed his eyes, and almost half of his body was sunken into the tree, as if he wanted to merge with it.

Countless golden threads hung down from the void, wrapped around his body loosely or tightly, and intertwined with his clothes and hair.

It was as if he had become a loom, with threads wound around him that had not yet become cloth.

"Admiral..."

Shen Que looked at his Alpha intently, feeling something sour and bitter stuck in his throat, unable to utter a word.

Shen Lu gently pushed Shen Que.

"Admiral!"

Shen Que ran to Pei Ji, and his legs felt weak as he ran.

The ferocious roots gave way on their own initiative.

The petals formed a soft carpet.

Under the golden sky.

Chen Que knelt on the ground, covered his body, pressed his forehead against his, and whispered:

"Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty."

"The prince is here to pick you up..."

Just when he touched Pei Ji.

The man who was originally like a sculpture suddenly trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Am I dreaming?"

Pei Ji looked at the familiar face so close in confusion, his pupils focusing hard, trying to see Shen Que more clearly.

His voice was hoarse and dry, so low that it was almost inaudible.

"I dreamed a lot about you and me... I always make you angry, and you always scold me. Every time I think we might miss each other, but you always respond to me when I want to give up."

Shen Que held Pei Ji's face and whispered in his ear intimately.

"Yes, I will always respond to you, I love you, and we will be together no matter what."

As he finished speaking, all the golden threads emitted dazzling light at the same time.

As if pulled by a strange force, the thin thread shuttled back and forth rapidly, as if there was an invisible spinning wheel in the air, weaving together those silk threads representing different time and space.

The string wrapped around Pei Ji loosened.

They were woven into a transparent curtain.

On this screen, time and space seem to have lost their boundaries.

The images of the two people in different time and space created by Pei Ji appeared on the screen one after another.

The first meeting in the bakery, the confession in the medical room, the dance in the moonlight, the kiss in the fleet... and the little figure waiting for the Messiah to open in the rain.

In the end, all the images disappeared along with the illusory curtain under the golden shade of the tree, leaving only the two people hugging each other in front of the tree trunk.

Shen Que reached out and touched the place where Pei Ji merged with the tree.

After the golden thread disappeared, Pei Ji still did not separate from the tree.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Shen Que asked in a low voice.

"Is it okay..." Pei Ji's voice was very tired, as if he might fall asleep at any time, "I'm a little tired... baby..."

"Don't sleep." Chen Que pinched Pei Ji's cheek, "You have just resolved your cognitive confusion."

"I know..." Pei Ji tried hard to stay awake, leaning against Chen Que's shoulder and chuckling softly, "It's not easy to maintain such a place."

Shen Que looked up at the huge tree.

It was a spiritual body created by Pei Ji, and nourished by his own flesh and blood, that produced such a magnificent spiritual realm.

Mental power = plant, body = soil.

In order to support the Sea of ​​Life from collapsing in the turbulence of time and space, Pei Ji regarded everything he had as nutrients.

And now, he is almost inseparable from this spiritual realm.

Chen Que slowly stroked a rough, scaly piece of bark behind Pei Ji's ear. Those things spread down from the trunk and embedded themselves in Pei Ji's skin.

"Don't make that expression." Pei Ji said suddenly.

"How do you know what expression I made?" Shen Que muttered.

Pei Ji gently placed his lips on the side of her neck, "It's still that expression of wanting to say something but not being able to, like a pitiful little thing that no one wants."

"Nonsense..." There was a subtle tremor in the solemn voice, "No one has ever said that I have such an expression..."

Pei Ji smiled, and he propped himself up, as if he wanted to touch Shen Que's face, but he found that both of his arms had almost melted into the tree, leaving only his right hand and half of his forearm outside.

"Do I look like one of those scary villains in picture books now?"

"Shut up." Shen Que gritted his teeth, "This is not funny."

"Don't cry..."

"Who's crying!" Shen Que raised his voice, and the moment the last syllable came out, there was actually a hint of tears in his voice.

He swallowed the rest of the words, and looked straight at Alpha with his clear eyes.

"You are mine, I don't want you to stay here."

Pei Ji raised the corner of his mouth and used up his last bit of strength to reveal his usual bold and somewhat presumptuous smile.

"Being a spoiled brat again..."

He stretched out his right hand, the only thing exposed.

"Give me a hand, baby."

Shen Que was stunned for a moment, but still listened to him and held Pei Ji's hand.

The moment their palms touched, he suddenly understood what Pei Ji was going to do.

The next second, the clasped hands suddenly tightened, the muscles tensed, and the two of them exerted force at the same time -

Gold spread.

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Messiah, Old City Orphanage.

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