Fang Shan and Bai Yiqing are both quite rational people.

Even though there was a limit to how much time they could spend together, they didn't spend every day together. While the evil god was drinking alone under the moon, Fang Shan slept unrefinedly on the large carved bed. The next day, Fang Shan slept until noon, but the evil god had already gone for a walk in the mountains.

"Son..." Occasionally, on a rainy day, Fang Shan would play with the Immortal, falling into a rare state of nostalgia: "Five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and now there are not many days left."

Wei Sushen counted on his fingers and found that there were still 480 years and 32 days left.

On extremely difficult days, he learned to pass the time by sleeping, and sometimes the time he took to fall asleep was comparable to that of a secluded state.

When he woke up one day, he heard the sound of rain hitting banana leaves outside. Fang Shan leaned against the window, and the rain splashed on his wide sleeves, leaving tiny stains.

"I'm sorry."

Wei Sushen was stunned for a moment, then realized that Bai Yiqing was not there. This sentence could not be said to him. Obviously, the other party was communicating with a being he could not see.

"Going against headquarters' will keeps me awake every night because of the guilt."

Upon hearing this, Wei Sushen turned over and was too lazy to listen anymore. He had never seen anyone sleep more soundly than Fang Shan.

The person Fang Shan was communicating with said something to him, and the latter shook his head: "Eternal life is actually not worth looking forward to."

After that, Fang Shan remained silent for a long time.

This inexplicable conversation was just a small episode in a long time. However, Wei Sushen would think of those three sentences from time to time, and felt that the price Fang Shan had to pay was not just half of his wealth.

I lived through several lifetimes of others until one sunny morning, and finally reached the last year left.

Bai Yiqing gradually weakened from being extremely powerful, and now his spiritual power has almost turned into nothingness. It won't be long before he passes away with the disappearance of the last trace of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Wei Sushen felt a sense of incongruity in him. He still had a year left, so he shouldn't be so weak.

"So you haven't given up on that idea yet." Fang Shan walked out of the house with a somewhat cold tone.

Bai Yiqing pursed his lips and smiled: "I won't stop you from giving up your good future and doing stupid things, and you don't want to stop me either."

Fang Shan: "Forcibly releasing a wisp of his spirit doesn't necessarily guarantee that he can successfully enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Bai Yiqing: "Since I've made my choice, I'm still confident."

Fang Shan cursed under his breath, saying it was unreasonable, and turned around to go back to his room. But before he even stepped over the threshold, he seemed to regret it again, and walked back with a stern face and sat aside.

Bai Yiqing smiled, as if he had expected this scene to happen.

Fang Shan shrugged calmly... We're almost dead, so stop being so selfless.

Bai Yiqing's smile suddenly faded, and his eyes became slightly dark and frightening: "Did you miss a word that day?"

Fang Shan pretended not to understand.

Bai Yiqing pierced through the window paper without showing any mercy: "It's not about sacrificing your wealth, but your life."

Fang Shan smiled without saying anything. After a moment, he spoke sweetly, "You really understand me the best."

Jade-like hands play with jade-like porcelain, and when the sunlight shines on it, it is a breathtaking beauty.

Bai Yiqing was slightly distracted for a moment, and Fang Shan slowly spoke: "You separated a strand of your soul and wanted to rekindle our past relationship. I thought about it carefully, and of course I have to cooperate."

After a long pause, he spoke again: "Although there are methods that ordinary people cannot achieve, if you want to forcibly delay the destruction of a world, you will inevitably have to pay the price with your life."

The implication is that once the world is destroyed, he will also disintegrate.

Bai Yiqing: "You..."

He had just uttered a single word when Fang Shan interrupted him, "Given the favor headquarters shows me, they might be able to extract my disintegrated source code and create a brand new system."

Wei Sushen, who was originally basking in the sun with his belly exposed, suddenly froze. Fortunately, Bai Yiqing's attention was not here at the moment and he did not notice his abnormality.

"How fair, isn't it?" Fang Shan spread his hands, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "A wisp of your soul and my source code may meet again in the vast universe."

The moment the last word came out of his mouth, Bai Yiqing turned away with a wave of his sleeves.

Wei Sushen was also stunned. He had already experienced the system's ability to make people angry to death, but he never thought that its predecessor was even better.

The once bustling courtyard was now only Bu Mie, basking in the sun all alone. Not long after, the sun was suddenly obscured by dark clouds. Wei Sushen looked at the unpredictable weather, feeling it resembled the unpredictable nature of the system.

But upon closer thought, Fang Shan's actions were understandable; they were indeed similar to Bai Yiqing's method of sending his spirit away. It was just that his tone of voice made one feel somewhat irritated.

I thought this quarrel would last at least three to five days, but within an hour, Fang Shan walked out the door, hunched over, and said, "Son, go hang out in front of your godfather."

It is said that seeing things reminds you of people, and seeing something immortal might make you think of apologizing to yourself.

Wei Sushen sneered and turned over lazily.

It was difficult to discern any expression from the immortal body as it lay flat, its face basically expressionless. Fang Shan kept on babbling, "I'm not asking you to take care of me until I die, but I'm sure you can do this little thing."

Not long after he gave his instructions, the second person to come was Bai Yiqing. He did not speak nicely like Fang Shan. Instead, he grabbed Bumie and threw him in through the window as a sign of peace.

Fang Shan and Bai Yiqing looked at each other through a tree outside the window, and decided to ignore the unpleasantness of the morning.

The peaceful days came again, and Bai Yiqing's health was getting worse day by day. Wei Sushen watched as a bystander, and suddenly had an indescribable feeling: in the past, whenever he got close to Bai Yiqing, he would cough or vomit blood, but now their conditions were out of sync.

On the morning of the day when the divine realm collapsed, the sun rose as usual, but the air was extremely oppressive.

Bai Yiqing sat in the yard drinking tea as usual, but before he finished the tea, he gradually became ethereal.

Fang Shan came out of the house and greeted with a smile.

Bai Yiqing shook his head: "It's a good thing you can still sleep until noon."

Fang Shan picked up the tea he hadn't finished yet and curled his lips slightly: "It's your blessing to die before me."

Bai Yiqing didn't deny it. He suddenly looked up at the sky and for the first time took the initiative to talk about the topic they had always avoided: "I wonder if the soul that has entered the cycle of reincarnation can meet your source code?"

Fang Shan didn't answer. By the time he swallowed the cold tea, Bai Yiqing had already turned into nothingness.

"Who knows?" Fang Shan muttered to himself, his smile slightly bitter, but soon became indifferent: "After all, it's someone else's story."

There's nothing to worry about.

The last thing Wei Sushen saw was a shattered body.

A string of garbled characters seemed to float in the air. He tried to grasp it, but the next moment the entire world turned to chaos. Trapped in endless darkness, he was unable to struggle.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the first thing that brought me back to consciousness was the noise in my ears.

"Several days have passed, and there's still no sign of awakening. Shouldn't I give you an explanation, my friend?"

"Be patient, there is no harm in dreaming."

There was a warm touch on my cheek, as if someone was gently caressing it.

"If all else fails, I'll have to sacrifice myself and try to wake him up with a kiss."

Following Fang Shan's vague threat, Wei Sushen struggled to open his eyes.

"He's awake." The first person to notice was Xie Lan, who was farther away.

Fang Shan sighed in relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Thank God! I almost ended up being a widow."

Wei Sushen sat up and felt dizzy for a while, and it took him a long time to recover.

Fang Shan brought him a glass of water and asked curiously, "What did you dream about?"

Wei Sushen lowered his eyes and remained silent, considering whether to reveal the matter of his soul and source code.

On second thought, the other party is at least a core code, and I am just a wisp of soul.

Yes, a poor little wisp.

However, Fang Shan was obsessed with the truth. Wei Sushen glanced around and hinted that some things were difficult to say now.

Fang Shan knew what he meant, but couldn't suppress his curiosity. He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Can you give me a spoiler first? Or a one-sentence summary of the main idea would be fine."

Wei Sushen looked at him deeply, and after a long while, he said slowly: "A broken me and a broken you."

“…”

What do you mean... a ragtag duo?

Wei Sushen didn't say another word. It was the Buddhist who came to the rescue: "After being attached to the body of Bu Mie, it is easy to confuse illusion and reality. It is best to let him be alone and quiet."

Fang Shan noticed the subtle red bloodshot in his eyes, put away all his curiosity, sent Bai Yiqing and Xie Lan out, then closed the door, leaving Wei Sushen with some quiet space for the time being.

The weather outside was dry and parched. Xie Lan pursed her dry lips and said, "Just hold on a little longer, and you'll definitely gain something."

Fang Shan: "I don't want to force him."

Bai Yiqing and Xie Lan both cast suspicious glances, obviously not believing this statement.

Fang Shan was calm, but sneered in his heart: If you have anything to ask now, you can discuss it in a long talk by candlelight or while sleeping with your feet together.

When facing Wei Sushen, Fang Shan always has extra patience.

Although I had made plans in my mind, I didn't disturb them at night and rented a meditation room to rest.

It was the third hour of the night, the quietest moment. The system, which had just closed its eyes, seemed to sense something, and when it opened its eyes, it saw a dark shadow outside.

I stood up and opened the door, and the person standing at the door was Wei Sushen.

Fang Shan raised his eyebrows: "Why is the host here?"

Wei Sushen: "Make sure you are not sick or in any accident."

Fang Shan: "Just because you didn't launch a surprise attack at night?"

Wei Sushen nodded slightly. After all, this was not the system's style.

Fang Shan sighed. It was a rare moment of conscience for him, but it also caused unnecessary misunderstandings.

He turned around and lit a lamp, ready to talk all night. Staring at the flickering candlelight, Fang Shan narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems you gained a lot from your dream."

Wei Sushen's gaze was fixed on him, without a moment's deviation. Suddenly, without warning, he asked, "If one day I were to perish, what would you do?"

"Life and death are normal," Fang Shan said calmly, not feeling any sadness at his question. "But if that day really comes, I will do my best to help the host ask heaven for another 500 years."

“…”

The author has something to say: Wei Sushen: I wonder if the system can withstand the blow if I tell him that all the treasures have been sacrificed to the heavens.

Fang Shan: No, don’t say that!