He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yunxi looked at him.

Those fully open eyes held neither the usual laziness nor the misty haze—they were clear and serene, like a bottomless pool of autumn water, where one could see the bottom but not fathom its depth.

She didn't answer, she just shook her head.

"You don't understand?"

Yun Yi was silent for a moment: "Why?"

Yunxi did not answer.

She took a step forward, walked up to him, and, as she had done countless times before, reached out and gently wrapped her arms around his waist.

Her face pressed against his chest, like a kitten that had found its nest.

The sound was very soft, as soft as a whisper in the wind.

"I like you. I don't want you to leave."

Yun Yi looked down at her.

He could feel her arms tightening little by little, not with much force, but as if she was using all her strength—as if she wanted to embed herself into his body.

He didn't know what to say.

Silent for a long time.

"You should know what I really want."

"Besides, you've already acted willfully so many times, you can't control yourself."

Yunxi's body trembled slightly, and large tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks.

Yun Yi was stunned.

No?

You're the one who stole my power, and you're the one who lied to me, so why are you crying?

Yunxi's tears kept falling, but she still hugged him, buried her face in his chest, and spoke in a muffled voice, with a childlike grievance that she had never shown before.

"You don't know anything...you know absolutely nothing..."

Her knuckles gripped the fabric of his back so tightly they turned white.

"During that period of confusion, I knew nothing and remembered nothing... I only knew that I was destined to stay in the divine realm and sleep, waiting for the day I would awaken."

"I was in a daze, like a wisp of fog, shapeless, without consciousness, without a self."

"But there is one person who never hurts me."

"His first meeting with me—"

She paused for a moment.

"He just looked at me and asked, 'Are you hungry?'"

Yun Yi remained silent.

Yunxi's voice trailed off: "Later I found out that you had already discovered that this world was fake back then."

"You know who I am, you know I am Destiny, and you know I have countless points."

"But you didn't do anything."

"You just... kept me by your side."

"It's like bringing a stray cat home."

"Take me to eat, take me to play."

She paused, buried her face even deeper, and her voice came out muffled.

"During the time when you realized the world was fake, you found a way."

"You said, since your ability is to make others believe you are a god, then you can also make yourself believe that this world is real."

"As long as you truly believe it's true in each and every cycle of reincarnation, it will become true at some point—including your family."

"So you did it."

"In each reincarnation, you will erase all your memories, leaving no room for doubt."

"You said you believed you could reach the top every time, and if you could reach the top, you wouldn't need any backup plans."

You trust your own judgment, your own choices, and your own feelings.

"So every time, you find me, bring me along, and stay with me."

"Then, when the next cycle of reincarnation begins, you will become a brand new you."

Her voice began to tremble: "You don't know how other privileged individuals look at me—some are greedy, some are wary, some are calculating, some want to kill me, and some want to use me."

"Even the gods in my dream world, who are born from my dreams, are plotting against me."

"Only you... only you look at me like I'm an ordinary person every time you look at me."

"You'll ask me if I'm hungry, you'll make me put my shoes on, and you'll stay on the rooftop with me to watch the stars."

Yun Yi looked down at her.

She remained buried in his chest, her shoulders trembling slightly, tears soaking through a small patch of fabric, the warm dampness clinging to his skin.

He can no longer remember those things.

But his body remembered—the moment those words were spoken, something in his heart responded, like a seed buried deep in the soil finally being soaked by rain.

Yunxi's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"I am the embodiment of the fantasies of all living beings."

"Good thoughts come from the best part of everyone's heart, while evil thoughts come from the darkest part of everyone's heart."

"But none of those things belong to me."

"It wasn't until I met you that I slowly began to develop my own consciousness."

"You are with me in every cycle of reincarnation, and you are the one who slowly awakens me in every cycle of reincarnation."

"I don't want to return to the realm of gods to slumber again, nor do I want to wait for a completely new you."

"I don't want to give the power back to you—because once you take it back, you'll leave this world."

Her voice finally stopped, leaving only suppressed, silent sobs.

Yun Yi remained silent for a long time.

The night wind on the rooftop started blowing again, stirring her floral dress, ruffling his disheveled hair, and carrying the dissipating fragments further into the night.

He looked down at the crying girl in his arms.

Only he himself knew how terrifying the combined power of countless lifetimes was.

But she just held him like that, like a kitten about to be abandoned, using all her strength to grasp the last inch of warmth.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on the back of her head.

It was very light, as if afraid of breaking something.

Yunxi's crying stopped for a moment, then intensified—like someone who had finally waited for something and had been enduring it all along.

"You don't want me to leave?"

Yunxi nodded vigorously in his arms.

He spoke again: "So what do you plan to do? Forcibly restart reincarnation? Keep me stuck here indefinitely?"

"Just like Wei Changsheng said before, he has reincarnated 9,999 times."

"But my plans won't be repeated so many times."

"Or like this time, you've locked down the entire world, preventing any of us from cultivating, and even adding restrictions on technology."

"Only when they realized it was useless did they lift all the restrictions."

Yunxi's crying gradually subsided into soft sobs, but her arms remained firmly around her.

"Yes...that's what I did from the beginning."

"But I discovered that it's a cycle of reincarnation, a restart after restart."

"But I just couldn't suppress it."

"This time, I even sealed off the entire world so you could stay longer, so why were you still able to cultivate?"

"I just wanted to see you one last time, why did you insist on cultivating..."

Yun Yi looked down at the top of her head.

He didn't say anything more, just quietly patted her back.

A long time passed, so long that the distant sky began to turn white.

Yunxi finally stopped sobbing, her arms still wrapped around his waist, her face still pressed against his chest.

Her breathing gradually calmed and became even, as if she had cried herself to sleep and was exhausted.

Yun Yi looked down at her.

He knew she didn't want him to leave, but she also knew he couldn't stay in this fake world forever.

All she could do was hold him tight at that moment.

Yun Yao stood not far away, holding a cup of tea that had completely gone cold, quietly watching this scene.

She didn't speak, but there was a very faint smile on her lips, it was hard to tell whether it was relief or heartache.

She glanced at Yun Yi, then turned and walked towards the rooftop door, her footsteps very light, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He stopped at the door without turning back.

"Little brother, whatever you want to do, I'll support you."

Yun Yi stood on the rooftop, holding a girl who had cried herself to sleep.

The distant sky is breaking apart, peeling away, and dissipating piece by piece.

He didn't look down at her, didn't push her away, and didn't say anything. He just stood there quietly, his right hand on the back of her head, letting her tears slowly soak through the fabric of his shirt.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

The sound was very soft, as if afraid of waking something.

"You said you didn't want me to leave."

Yunxi didn't answer, but she tightened her grip on her arms even more.

"Have you ever thought about what will happen to me if I can't leave?" Yun Yi continued.

Yunxi's body stiffened.

She still didn't look up, still buried in his chest, but he could feel her listening—listening very intently, like someone grasping at the last straw.

"If I'm truly trapped in this world, never able to leave, never able to return to my own world," his voice was calm, "do you think I'd be happy?"