Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 712 Roots
Lin Yilin raised her hand and pulled downwards as if to grasp it.

Instantly, daytime in this world turned into night, and the sun in the sky disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When she lowered her hand and gently opened her palm in front of her, she discovered that the sun, which had been hanging high in the sky, had turned into a small ball of light in her palm.

It is mainly white, but its interior occasionally emits a colorful glow, which is quite beautiful.

“This is the source of order in this world,” Lin Yilin said, looking at the object.

Zheng Fan stared at Shang Xia for a moment, then looked at him and asked, "Do you want it?"

Shang Xia tilted her head, then shook it: "No need."

She said, "You may have already sensed the source of my power. What is truly relevant to me is not the source of this order."

As she spoke, she silently took out her axe.

"My journey is also nearing its end. From the moment I met you, I should have fulfilled my mission. I have stood still for too long."

“I see.” Lin Yilin responded, tossing the source of order aside.

The source of the white world was carelessly discarded by him.

"Is there anything you wish to say?" Lin Yilin asked.

"..." Shang Xia remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "I want to be a normal and ordinary girl."

"it is good."

The greyish-white eyes met the black eyes, and Shang Xia stepped forward, bringing the axe in his hand down towards "Lin Yilin".

Something very slow, seemingly not a problem at all, but...

Lin Yilin threw a punch that bypassed the axe and struck Shang Xia's chest at an even faster speed.

This punch, which should have been a sure thing, missed its mark. It was as if she couldn't touch Shang Xia at all; her hand passed right through her chest without her feeling anything.

Bang!
However, the axe landed squarely on "Lin Yilin". Even disregarding the fact that Zheng Fan's possession could provide the mecha with the same recovery power as himself, the strength of the mecha in the second stage of possession synchronization was still extremely powerful.

At least before this, Zheng Fan's second-stage possession had never been harmed.

But now, he was struck on the shoulder by an axe that seemed light and even haphazardly thrown. The axe blade easily tore through flesh and cut into bone, bringing Zheng Fan a pain he had never experienced before.

Lin Yilin remained unfazed, taking a step back and throwing away the axe, her injuries already fully healed. Her side kick, however, missed again. This wasn't some minor trick involving special abilities.

She really couldn't touch Shang Xia at all.

Shang Xia once again took simple, unadorned steps forward, his axe thrusting upwards straight at Lin Yilin's face.

Swish!
Empty.

Lin Yilin's body leaned back, and Zheng Fan emerged from her body. Shang Xia was a counterintuitive opponent. If he guessed correctly, what he needed to defeat Shang Xia was not a physical entity capable of fully unleashing its power.

It is the most primordial form of emptiness, reaching directly to the heart.

In Shang Xia's eyes, there was only the image of Zheng Fan.

The axe fell again, but this time Zheng Fan caught it with his hand.

For the first time, their powers clashed without reservation and merged immediately upon contact. Black and white light burst forth at their point of contact, slightly shaking Zheng Fan's mind. His vision was filled with light; although he remained conscious, he lost all perception.

……

He remained in this state for an unknown period of time, and the first thing he sensed was a series of whispers.

He regained his sight, and his other senses gradually returned, but the world he perceived was vastly different from before. His ability to perceive information seemed to have been further enhanced.

Zheng Fan slowly turned around and witnessed a bizarre and surreal scene.

From the perspective of the Order Realm, the chaotic void should be a black expanse, but that is not accurate, because it is "nothingness" rather than "black." "Black" is merely the part of the Order Realm's understanding and cognition that is closest to "nothingness."

This thing, which transcends human understanding and even the understanding of order, was easily understood and accepted by Zheng Fan at this moment.

From his perspective, the chaotic void could perhaps be described as "colorful".

Among them swam majestic beings, all of whom reminded Zheng Fan of the trees he had seen that morning. However, compared to the slow-moving, lifeless trees, those that swam normally were clearly the truly complete ones.

Everything is beyond human comprehension; each possesses its own "infinity." They have no beginning and no end, and in this place that cannot even be called a world, they are imbued with eternity.

However, there are occasional exceptions.

Zheng Fan encountered a bizarre, indescribable being that had fallen into a realm of order. Its "weight" easily crushed that realm of order. It was as if, with a "crack," the vast realm of order shattered into pieces.

Normally, this world of order should have completely perished, but the fallen being strangely managed to piece the shattered world back together in a barely perceptible state, preserving the appearance of a broken world.

After channeling all his power into that world, He vanished. Whether He intended to make this world a cocoon in his own cycle of reincarnation, or whether, like the Void Dog, He was willing to return to the void for amusement to help the Order Realm that He had innocently killed, remains unknown.

The will of a great being is unfathomable, and its actions defy logic. Perhaps it simply acted on a whim, nothing more.

Before he could see the changes that followed, black tentacles suddenly emerged from behind Zheng Fan and grabbed a fragment of the shattered world of order.

Before the fragment could be drawn back, tendril-like branches carried it back.

Zheng Fan then realized that this seemed to be a scene from his journey to multiple worlds.

He turned around, and sure enough, he saw the towering tree again, its branches stretching to the horizon.

The "tree" already looked sickly. Except when the fragments were being salvaged, the movements of its other tentacles were so slow that from a human perspective they were practically still. However, from a macroscopic perspective, they could indeed be seen wriggling.

He planted the fragments like seeds in one corner of his infinite branches.

Within the body of a great being whose essence is no different from the chaotic void, countless minor orders arose from the smaller void.

The fragments of order brought new “limited possibilities”. White emerged first, struggling and expanding in the vast black, like a toddler learning to walk.

More colors emerged from the white, and its expansion and differentiation became increasingly effortless and skillful.

The reasons are partly due to its own growth, and partly due to the tree's complete slumber. However, as the tree slumbered, endless ripples spread across the darkness of its surface.

Parasites were born.

Zheng Fan withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the white, or rather, the depths of the white.

He saw himself again, wearing tattered gear and bearing severe burns and lacerations, a final death befitting someone who sets off fireworks and blows themselves up.

But he slept very sweetly, so sweetly that the sweetness gradually faded. His equipment turned into black clothing, and his injuries gradually disappeared, leaving him spotless.

The lonely Zheng Fan may gradually become part of the darkness.

However, it seems he wasn't sleeping alone. There was another person, a part of him that had been taken away by white before he was stained black.

That part was reconstructed into another body outside his own.

Is it a backup, or a murder weapon prepared in advance with warning signs?

He is male, so she is female; he is black, so she is white; he has rare, grayish-white eyes that seem to glow, while she has common, black, dull eyes.

She was born, but she sat blankly on the grassy ground of the Root Land, all alone, while the first person she had ever seen since birth was still sleeping soundly.

So, after an unknown amount of time, she also chose to sleep next to Zheng Fan.

The two people leaned on each other, unconsciously drawing on the sense of existence they shared.

The humanity that is constantly being lost in sleep is replenished and solidified at this moment.

Until one day, Zheng Fan disappeared.

As Zheng Fan watched his body break free from the protection of the source land, the "tree" immediately regained some of its vitality, wrapped him up, and then... tore him apart.

It's like forcefully tearing apart a normally developing cocoon.

The creature that crawls out of it gnaws at the roots, bark, veins, and leaves, taking everything around it into itself. It disassembles and reassembles the branches within reach into its instinctive form, maintaining its shape through its humanity.

Following the trails of countless other parasitic "kindred spirits," sensing a faint connection, I turned my gaze back to the white expanse in the distance.

……

The offspring of the "tree," having gathered countless essences, fell into the white instant.

Human nature is stimulated and awakened.

For a brief moment, He was stunned, His mind seemingly restarting as it should.

In that moment of distraction, He was easily captured and stuffed into a tiny bead.

Then he heard a long-lost human voice, which completely and fully awakened his consciousness as Zheng Fan:

"April 31st is finally over."

(End of this chapter)