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

Then he said one word.

It is not the language of humans, nor the language of any known living beings; it is the language of the universe itself.

The moment that word was uttered, the entire planet responded—the earth's crust trembled, the ocean roared, the atmosphere howled, and the earth's core burned.

The blue mist began to disintegrate from the edges, not being eliminated, but corrected—the virus's genetic sequence was reversed, reduced to its most primitive amino acids, and broken down into carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen.

The blue fog is fading, from blue to gray, from gray to white, and from white to transparent.

In the Southern Hemisphere, the corpses of dead creatures are melting, turning into liquid, seeping into the soil, and being absorbed by plant roots.

The plants are growing wildly, turning from withered yellow to emerald green, from emerald green to dark green, and from dark green they are blooming.

In the Northern Hemisphere, those living organisms being ravaged by the virus have stopped—not being saved, but frozen in the last second before death.

The virus was expelled from their bodies, the wounds were healing, and the heartbeats were returning to normal.

Within Yun Yi's perception range, the extinguished light spots began to glow again.

Not all of them, but those that haven't completely disappeared and still have a glimmer of hope.

He swept across continents from south to north and from east to west, like a global purification net that had been activated.

One minute.

Global purification complete.

The blue fog completely disappeared, the sky changed from gray to light blue, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, and the light fell on the earth, warm and pleasant.

Yun Yi lowered his hands and let them hang at his sides.

His body remained unchanged, his expression remained unchanged, and his breathing remained unchanged.

He turned and walked back to the playground, pausing briefly as he passed Yun Nian.

The little girl was still asleep when she turned over, pinning the ugly rabbit beneath her. She pouted for a moment, then let go.

He glanced at her for two seconds, then continued walking until he reached the temporary prefab house at the edge of the camp.

The door was open.

Wen Ruotang lay on the bed, her body still transparent, and you could see her internal organs throbbing inside, but it was much better than before—not as transparent as glass, but as transparent as frosted glass, blurry and hazy.

Yun Tianheng sat on the edge of the bed, the scab on his right arm had already scabbed over, and he held Wen Ruotang's hand in his left hand, his eyes closed as if he were asleep.

Yun Yi walked in, stood by the bed, and looked down at Wen Ruotang.

He raised his right hand, and a white light shone from the tip of his index finger—not the kind of white light used in battle, but a different kind, soft and warm, like the fire in a fireplace in winter.

He placed the white light on Wen Ruotang's forehead.

White light spread out from between her eyebrows, like a drop of ink falling on rice paper, spreading from her forehead to her cheeks, from her cheeks to her neck, and from her neck to her whole body.

The golden patterns began to fade under the erosion of the white light, turning from gold to pale gold, from pale gold to silver-white, from silver-white to transparent, and finally disappearing completely.

Her body changed from transparent back to solid, from frosted glass back to skin, from pale back to fair.

Her heart skipped a beat—not the virus-driven sixty beats per minute she'd had before, but a normal, human heart beating seventy-two times per minute.

Her eyelids twitched, then she opened them.

Her black eyes are exactly the same as they were a few years ago.

She looked at the ceiling for two seconds, then turned to look at Yun Tianheng.

Yun Tianheng also woke up. He looked into her eyes, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Tianheng".

Wen Ruotang's voice was very soft, as soft as the wind blowing from a far away place, but very steady, as steady as when she said "It's okay" in the shelter three years ago.

"Um."

Where are your hands?

"fine."

Wen Ruotang looked at his empty sleeve, paused for a moment, and then smiled—the same smile as a few years ago, gentle, tired, and carrying something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"You lied to me again."

Yun Tianheng's eyes reddened, but he didn't cry.

He pressed her hand against his face and closed his eyes.

"I won't lie anymore."

Yun Yi stood at the door, watching this scene unfold.

His expression remained unchanged, but he tapped his fingers lightly twice on the seam of his trousers before stopping.

He turned and walked out of the prefab house, back to the playground, and sat down next to Yun Nian.

The clone glanced at him, stood up, walked to the edge of the playground, and stood there facing north—the direction where Lin Yuan had set up his formation.

Its mission was complete, but it did not dissipate because Yunyi did not allow it to dissipate.

Yun Nian woke up.

She sat up on the grass, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and there were grass stains on her face.

She was taken aback when she saw Yun Yi sitting next to her.

"Brother, when did you get back?"

"Just got back."

"You've evolved?"

"Um."

"You've gotten better?"

"Um."

Yun Nian nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

She picked up the ugly rabbit from the ground, dusted it off, hugged it back to her arms, and looked up at the sky.

The sun came out, the blue fog disappeared, the sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the wind was warm.

"Brother, where's Mom?"

"alright."

"real?"

"real."

Yun Nian's tears fell, but she didn't cry out loud. She just buried her face in the ugly rabbit, her shoulders shaking.

Yun Yi didn't comfort her; he just sat beside her and looked at the sky.

……

One month.

Yun Yi never left the base.

His daily routine was simple: in the morning, he would play shuttlecock with Yun Nian on the playground; in the morning, he would visit Wen Ruotang in the temporary housing; in the afternoon, he would go to the command center to help Zhao Yuanshan with military affairs; and in the evening, he would sit on the roof of the dormitory building and look at the stars.

Yun Tianheng's right arm did not grow back, but he has gotten used to eating, writing, and getting injections with his left hand.

Yun Nian stayed by Wen Ruotang's side every day, combing her hair in the morning, feeding her lunch at noon, and helping her take a walk in the evening.

She placed the ugly rabbit next to Wen Ruotang's pillow and said, "The rabbit will protect Mom."

Wen Ruotang did not refuse, she just smiled, and that smile grew brighter every day.

Yunyi sat on the roof of the dormitory building, looking at the stars.

The sky was clear, there were many stars, and the Milky Way stretched from east to west like a spilled bowl of milk.

Yun Nian climbed up, sat next to him, and placed the ugly rabbit on her lap.

"elder brother."

"Um."

Are you leaving?

Yun Yi paused for a moment.

"Um."

"Where to?"

"A very far place."

"Can I come back?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

Yun Nian lowered her head, wrapped the ugly rabbit's ears around her fingers, circled them, and then loosened them.

She didn't cry; tears fell, but there was no sound.

"So you're leaving? What am I supposed to do?"

Her voice was very soft, "Sister Liu, Dr. Shen, and that little kid A09."

"She draws very well, better than me."

"If you leave again, I don't know who I'll be able to hang out with in the future."

Yun Yi remained silent for a long time.

"It's okay, they'll all come back."

Yun Nian didn't understand, but she nodded nonetheless.

Last minute.

Yun Yi stood on the playground. The sun rose from the east, and its light fell on him, turning his transparent membrane of light into gold.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the sky.

This time it's not purification, not an attack—it's a reversal.

He released all his genes and all his energy at that moment.

It's not for the living, it's for the dead.

His perception range expanded globally, locking onto every person who died in the virus outbreak—not their corpses, but the remnants of their consciousness, the wisp of soul that hadn't yet dissipated at the moment of death.

He pulled those souls back from the void and poured them into new bodies.

Those bodies didn't grow back; they were salvaged from time—he turned back time to the moment before the virus outbreak, putting everyone back in the position they were in before their deaths, and then changed the ending:

The virus did not infect them; they survived.

People all over the world are resurrected at the same time.

On the parade ground, Zhao Yuanshan stood at the entrance of the command center, watching the soldiers get up from the ground—not from the corpses, but from thin air, as if someone had crossed out the word "death" from an invisible list and then rewritten "alive".

This time, he didn't drop the cigarette in his hand.

Instead, he put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.

Yun Nian stood on the playground, watching the people getting up from the ground in the distance. Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't cry out loud.

She just hugged the ugly rabbit a little tighter.

Yunyi lowered his hand.

His body was fading, starting from the edges, like a watercolor painting that had been soaked in water—the colors were fading, the lines were blurring, and the outlines were disappearing.

He used all his power—genes, energy—to reverse death.

Just as Lin Yuan said, once you leave this body, you can't take the power back with you.

It would be better to use that money to do something good.

But he kept a little.

He took the tiny glimmer of light from his fingertip, the size of a grain of rice, golden, like the last embers of a extinguished cigarette butt.

He pressed that little bit of light into Yun Nian's forehead.

Yun Nian's eyes lit up briefly, turning golden, then dimmed and returned to black.

"Brother, what is this?"

"I."

"What can it do?"

"You can look at this when you miss me."

Yun Nian looked into his eyes—they were transparent, and she could see the infinitely distant void behind the pupils.

Her tears finally fell, not silently, but aloud, like when she was stung by a wasp in the garden a few years ago. She cried out, hugged the ugly rabbit, squatted on the ground, and cried so hard that her whole body was shaking.

Yunyi squatted down and patted her head.

"Don't cry."

"I didn't cry."

She wiped her face with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more tears streamed down her face. "I got sand in my eyes."

"Um."

"So much sand."

"Um."

Yun Nian cried for a while, then gradually stopped.

She looked up, her eyes and nose were red, and her face was covered in tears.

"Brother, will you come back?"

Yun Yi remained silent for a long time.

"have no idea."

Yun Nian nodded and stuffed the ugly rabbit into his hand.

"Then you take the rabbit with you."

"It will protect you."

Yun Yi looked down at the ugly rabbit—its ears were wet from being bitten, the thread over one eye was loose and about to fall off, and there were crooked stitches on its belly from his own sewing.

He looked at it for a long time, then put the rabbit in his pocket.

"it is good."

He stood up, his wings spreading behind him, two meters long.

He pushed off gently and rose into the air.

Yun Nian looked up at him, tears still streaming down her face, but she was smiling.

Goodbye, brother.

Yun Yi did not answer.

His figure turned into specks of light and gradually dissipated.

Yun Nian stood on the playground and watched for a long time.

The wind blew in from the north, carrying the chill of early winter.

She looked down at her hands—fair and delicate, the hands of a twelve-year-old girl.

She clenched her fist, then relaxed it.

She smiled at the open space.