“…Asagao.”

Just like pushing aside a rain curtain of life, he slowly opened his mouth and simply called out her name.

She was stunned: "What do you want me to do?"

Suddenly she realized that this was his response to her previous sentence - [Tell me which one you want to save].

He refused the choice.

He just called her name.

Her pupils shrank, as if she had heard an incredible fairy tale, and then she smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I should have taught you a long time ago that whether you pull the tram pole or not - [you are right]. You are still too idealistic, this is not right."

yes.

Su Mingan also remembered Chao Yan's teaching more than a decade ago. Even though time passed quickly and he had no memory of many things, he remembered her words about the trolley problem clearly.

He also remembered his answer at that time.

At that time, his answer was...

He closed his eyes and remained silent for ten seconds.

He never looked down, never turned around, white tentacles surrounded his back, as if countless white stars were surrounding him. To people, he was like a god who really walked out of a myth.

Dieying watched the show from the side, admiring his struggle.

He raised his right hand again, and the Ring of Time flashed with starlight.

There was surprise in Dieying's eyes.

“…This is not a completely frozen [critical time retracement point]. The reason why I stopped at this time point is because I felt that the needle could not be moved any further, and my soul was about to be torn apart by the resistance.”

“If I keep going back, the resistance will increase exponentially, but I can still try to… push forward a little bit.”

"Overlapping shadows." Su Mingan announced to the high-dimensional beings above the starry sky:

"Don't be too proud."

"——I want to tell you that you can't predict my limits."

Thus, the song of time was played.

The stars are always shining. The white god put his right hand on his forehead, and his forehead pressed against the fluorescent ring, as if to stop his trembling.

He took a long breath, and under the incredulous looks of Dieying and Chaoyan, he once again... started the backtracking process.

Keep moving forward.

Forward, forward.

Tracing back to the upper reaches of the long river, under the never-ending waterfalls like thousands of giant mountains, carrying this soul-tearing pain.

The magnificent blue halo flickered, as if time and space were turning and overlapping. He pressed his forehead tightly, almost leaving a mark of time, and his left hand was like steel, firmly pressing down on his right hand that wanted to retreat.

Click. Click.

The flames died down, the dust cleared, the bricks and tiles flew up... The old shrine returned to its original state...

When he passed that limiting time point, he felt like his whole body was about to fall apart. It was an extreme pain that even death could not compare to. Every second was stretched infinitely, as if he had experienced thousands of near-death experiences in an instant.

When he stopped, his consciousness almost collapsed.

But when he opened his eyes and took a deep breath, an incomparable surprise came over him.

Although the pain was extreme... but time did move forward a little bit. The explosion had not happened yet, and the old shrine was still standing.

He subconsciously looked at the first puppet thread first, concentrating his mind and pulling the thread back. As he gradually retracted the puppet thread's skills, the puppet thread became shorter and shorter...

...saved.

He didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately focused on the second puppet thread -

“BOOM—BOOM!”

A roar.

Golden red butterflies take flight.

Before his eyes, thousands of fiery and beautiful flowers blossomed in the old shrine.

The explosion happened.

…

Su Mingan is performing a puppet show.

He is the god who controls everyone on the stage.

The god's thumb pulled a bamboo. The god's index finger held a sword. The god's middle finger held a bird.

If the god pulls the first puppet string, the second and third will break. If the god pulls the second puppet string, the other two will break. Green bamboo, sword, and bird can never perform on the same stage.

He felt devastated.

So he restarted again, and this time his soul was tortured and riddled with holes, but he was finally able to pull the second thread back almost halfway.

But still, it's not enough.

Just a few seconds... a few seconds...

He tried other methods, such as letting the watch Adu pass the message, but it was too late. He asked Chao Yan to save people, but almost even Chao Yan died in the fire.

He restarted once again, experiencing the pain of a severe blow to his soul again, trying to push time forward a little bit.

But, it has really reached its limit.

He thought of Dieying's words:

[Even if you go back upstream, you are just a human, and your combat power level of over 4,000 is not enough.]

Just humans, with a combat power level of over 4,000...so it's not enough.

So,

What if we are no longer human?

He suddenly realized.

He suddenly understood what he should do.