Finally, at some point, she began to drift aimlessly through the universe.
Sometimes, you abandon all senses and drift in the pitch-black universe, completely numb even if there is a black hole ahead.
Sometimes she would suddenly land on a blood-soaked, stormy star, where strange creatures would treat her as an enemy or a god, not knowing why she had come down there—perhaps she just wanted to land and feel that she still had two feet.
In the very end, she suddenly saw a blue planet. After a brief moment of stunned silence, it plummeted down almost frantically, only to crash into a vast, boundless ocean with no land in sight.
It's not my hometown.
She let herself sink, yet she could not die; her mind remained clear.
She crawled out of the sea and drifted back into space. In a daze, she looked down and reached out to touch her neck, only to discover that the string of beads around her neck, which had collected the bones and remnants of many people, had been returned to the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm millions of years ago.
"ah……"
The struggle finally broke through Chang Le's throat and was uttered.
But a vacuum doesn't transmit sound; she can't hear her own struggles, nor feel her own pain. This is more torturous than physical pain.
Chang Le tried to cry, but couldn't; it seemed her ability to cry had atrophied and disappeared.
She saw a few water droplets, or perhaps stars; in any case, she longed for tears to express her indescribable sorrow and desolation.
Looking at the dark, boundless universe around him, Chang Le felt a deep despair impacting his heart, devouring the last bit of warmth from it.
...
Perhaps there really is a legendary clay that can resurrect and create humans, but that is a place she could never reach in her entire life.
Or perhaps, the so-called yellow mud doesn't exist at all; the "yellow mud" that Jiu Fang gave her was merely a reason for her to survive.
In short, there is no happy ending.
At least, she couldn't find it.
...
"Hehehe..." Chang Le chuckled coldly a few times, though his voice was hoarse and incoherent, the desolate despair still extinguished the last vestige of warmth in his heart.
Obsessions are endless, but the Milky Way has an end;
Those who seek resurrection have not yet been reborn, while those who seek resurrection are already dead;
It was filled with resentment and sorrow, yet there was not a single person to hate.
The spiritual layer shines like the sun, while the deep space has completely extinguished its light.
...
Chang Le unconsciously stopped on a rock blocking his way.
"I've seen you before."
"You're back. You're here."
The lack of obstruction allowed the message to directly enter her sea of consciousness, causing her decaying consciousness to slowly rotate.
She slowly turned her thin body, lowered her head, and looked through her already snow-white long hair at the indentation where the message came from.
A depression 500 meters in diameter, now a pale gold color, has been formed, with a chaotic mass of soil in the center scattered with pale gold fragments.
Chang Le's memory automatically retrieved the corresponding fragments, prompting her to respond:
“Yin Tong, infant body”.
The infant child replied, "Yes, but I've just come of age."
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