Music never stops

That faint but clear resonance was like digging the first spring in a dry riverbed.

Although the flame of hope flickered, it did dispel some of the chill of despair.

He Yuan dared not relax for even a moment, devoting all his computing resources to maintaining and optimizing this precious resonance. This was a million times more complex than any encryption system he had ever cracked—he needed to find a stable, sustainable resonant frequency for these two completely different essences of existence, amidst endless possibilities.

"Keep this rhythm..." He whispered in Xiang Jinyang's ear. His voice was still hoarse, but it was more focused and steady. "Slow down your rule fluctuations by another 0.3%... Yes, that's it..."

Xiang Jinyang closed his eyes, his long eyelashes still stained with wetness. He concentrated his mind within, striving to sense and guide the rhythm of his own heavenly ways. It was an unprecedented experience. No longer was he alone maintaining a cold order, but rather, he was harmonizing with the rhythm of another soul. Every subtle adjustment brought a strange tremor to the level of rules, unfamiliar, yet no longer terrifying.

The process is still like walking on the edge of a knife.

That resonance is extremely fragile. Any emotional fluctuation or a tiny calculation deviation may cause it to break instantly, triggering a new round of energy backlash.

Once, He Yuan attempted to introduce a more efficient resonance model, which resulted in a sudden overload of the code flow, nearly tearing apart the core of the rules that Xiang Jinyang had just stabilized. Xiang Jinyang groaned, a silver streak escaping from the corner of his lips, and his face turned pale.

"Error! Error! Roll back the algorithm!" The code stream in He Yuan's eyes flashed wildly, and he immediately cut off the energy output. His voice was filled with unconcealable fear and self-blame. "Sorry! It's my fault!"

Xiang Jinyang took a deep breath, shook his head, and said in a weak but calm voice: "It's okay... try again."

He did not blame or question, but expressed his complete trust and persistence in the simplest language.

Another time, Xiang Jinyang recalled a detail concerning the survival of the outside world, and his mind was slightly disturbed. The rhythm of the heavenly way showed a subtle disturbance. Immediately, the resonance trembled violently like a frightened harp string, causing the surrounding space to vibrate.

"Concentrate!" He Yuan noticed immediately and placed a steady hand on his back. A cold and resolute will was transmitted to him, forcibly smoothing out the ripples of the rules. "Let's put the outside world aside for now. At this moment, it's just you and me."

His words carried an undeniable force, yet strangely, they calmed Xiang Jinyang's turbulent mind. He took a deep breath, temporarily shedding the responsibilities he had shouldered for eons, and refocused his entire consciousness on the present moment, on the resonance between them.

In this process of repeated failure, adjustment, and re-trying, a tacit understanding beyond words quietly grew between the two people.

Xiang Jinyang began to vaguely "understand" the intentions conveyed in He Yuan's code flow. When the code became sharp and rapid, it meant that he needed to stabilize the rhythm; when the code became soft and continuous, it suggested that he could relax a little and guide the energy to nourish the wound.

He Yuan gradually began to sense Jin Yang's condition through the subtle changes in his rhythm. When the rhythm was steady and long, it meant he was doing well; when the rhythm showed slight stagnation, it meant he might be suffering from pain or mental exhaustion.

They no longer need frequent verbal communication.

A slight movement of thought.

A rhythmic adjustment.

A change in code sequence.

They have become silent and efficient "dialogues" between each other.

The time in Jintian seemed to be stretched, and seemed to be passing rapidly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the initial, weak resonance finally became stable, clear and powerful after the two people’s tireless efforts.

It is no longer a thin and easily broken silk thread, but more like a gurgling stream, gently and firmly shuttling between Xiang Jinyang's rule core and He Yuan's code origin.

Energy begins to circulate in a harmonious way.

He Yuan's code is no longer passively consumed, but in resonance, it draws some deeper nourishment about "existence" and "order" from Xiang Jinyang's vast (although broken) rules of heaven, making his own existence more solid and stable.

Xiang Jinyang's withered essence, nourished and resonating with this otherworldly energy, began to truly and slowly spring to life, like a long-drought land finally receiving a downpour. The bone-deep chill gradually dissipated, replaced by a gentle, exuberant warmth.

Even more surprising changes occurred in the environment around them.

With the two of them as the center, the originally broken and collapsing fragments of rules seemed to be attracted by this strange resonant sound and began to spontaneously gather towards them.

The silver fragments of the Heavenly Dao rules and the cold streams of codes from another world no longer collided and annihilated each other as they had in the past. Instead, under the guidance of the resonant frequency, as if controlled by the most skilled craftsman, they began to weave themselves again very slowly, yet with great determination.

They no longer try to cover or devour each other, but instead look for points in each other's structures that can fit together and resonate, piecing together and fusing them bit by bit to form an unprecedented new rule structure that embodies the vastness of the way of heaven and the precision of its code.

The broken space stopped collapsing.

The hideous cracks began to heal.

Although the progress is slow, a breath of "rebirth" has been spreading unstoppably over the ruins.

He Yuan watched the color gradually returning to the cheeks of the person in his arms, and felt his increasingly close connection with this world. An indescribable sense of accomplishment and satisfaction arose spontaneously.

This made him feel more...pleased than if he had successfully hacked into any system and obtained any highest authority.

That is the joy of creation.

It is to co-write the joy of the future with his most important "bug".

He lowered his head, looking at Xiang Jinyang's quietly closed brows, and his slightly trembling lips that had regained some moisture. The string called "reason" in his heart seemed to be gently plucked again.

But he quickly suppressed this inappropriate throbbing.

Now, it's not the time yet.

The music has begun, and it needs to be kept in check.

He focused his mind and directed the frequency of resonance more attentively, like a most patient musician tuning the most complex and precious instrument in the world.

Xiang Jinyang, nourished by this continuous and gentle resonance, finally couldn't resist the exhaustion and sense of security that swept over him, and his consciousness gradually sank into a deep, restorative sleep.

Only this time, his hibernation was no longer cold and lonely.

The core of his rules is resonating with the melody of another soul.

Like sleeping

A song played for him alone,

Never-ending

In the lullaby.