Another World: My life is on the hook!

Zhimeng stared at him blankly, but she also understood what he meant from his words.

Because if you think about it, you should understand that if you want to obtain the inheritance of that black fire, at least in this dream world, almost only she can do it. This is also why the forces represented by Ether and Blood Pivot were so determined to find her, because psychic energy is a channel for communicating with the past.

"Is that kind of inheritance very difficult?"

She asked from afar.

Lynn did not turn around, but stood silently in the torrent of psionic energy for a long time.

"How can anyone know without experiencing it firsthand?"

Lynn ultimately did not answer her.

If many things are already destined, then don't try to change them. Let them be forgotten far away, becoming that distant past, carried away by the wind.

The torrent of psychic energy continuously carried him back to that past.

Their lineage was far longer than Lynn had imagined, spanning generations of psionic masters and traversing fragmented eras like endless falling leaves. In this fleeting glimpse, he truly came to understand the world beyond the dream.

Just like some things, when you know nothing about them, you start to imagine, wondering if there's a wider world waiting for you outside, if it's all emptiness, if it's filled with stars.

But actually.

It's like traveling from your hometown to someone else's hometown.

The same throngs of people, the same suffering of all beings—there is essentially no difference between them.

The only difference is...

You are in my dream.

They are outside of dreams.

Countless eras have passed, but the torch of knowledge continues to fly ever closer.

And finally, just as this road was about to reach the starting point of everything, he vaguely saw several blurry figures in that hazy illusion.

There were three figures kneeling before the hunched old man at the far end, while the entire world had long since crumbled, like ashes after a fire.

Lynn paused.

Gazing into the distance.

he knows.

This is the starting point of inheritance.

Among the three figures, one was weeping, one was silent, and one clenched his fists in defiance.

The hunched old man seemed to be nearing the end of his life. Lynn saw the black flames flowing over his body, which then turned into scarlet flames as they burned fiercely, before finally losing all their brilliance and becoming starlight as white as the sun.

He made three copies.

He transformed that spark into a power that was commonplace in the extraordinary realm, bestowing it upon the three figures kneeling before him, leaving behind his legacy.

He sits in time, about to face the final curtain.

"he is the one……"

Lynn looked up and muttered to himself.

"That Trinity."

The pioneer of this terrifying power, the being who suppressed the Lord of the End in the distant, ancient past, the ancestor of the Dream Weavers...

Lynn couldn't see his face clearly; he was as blurry as a mirror in water. But Lynn could sense his aging. Time couldn't affect him, and the years couldn't take away his essence, but he had grown old.

He wanted to move forward, to peer inside.

But just as he was about to approach that period of history, he saw that figure raise his head, and his gaze seemed to pierce through that history, through that illusion, and intertwine with his own.

that moment.

Lynn was shocked.

Because he could clearly feel that the gaze was directed at him.

But how could this be? Because this is not time, but merely the inherited memory engraved in psionic energy, like a reflection of the past, and how could he possibly pass through this illusion to see him?

It was a clear sense of being watched.

Without any emotion or hostility, it was just a glance, yet it made him feel an indescribable pressure at this stage.

"What the hell..."

He frowned and stared straight at him.

Like a gust of wind blowing away dust, the three figures in front of the old man turned into specks of light and disappeared before his eyes.

The hazy vision of the world gradually faded and turned into darkness.

In the vast silence, only the two of them remained, facing each other from afar.

that moment.

A sigh that seemed to encapsulate the passing years.

"You came."

Lynn was horrified, but quickly regained his composure. Even though he had seen too many incredible things, he still found it difficult to calm the turmoil in his heart at this moment.

"You can...speak to me?"

The hunched old man stood up, and countless flames and time surged because of his movement, but Lynn only saw the undeniable signs of his twilight years on his body.

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were vacant and unfocused.

He turned around and said nothing more, but instead, with his body hunched over, he walked step by step toward that distant past.

Lynn stared blankly.

The psionic imprint on history is once again surging forward at this moment.

All of this is simply too unbelievable.

Because he couldn't even tell whether the old man really existed, or whether the old man had foreseen his coming countless years ago and was leading him to that more distant past.

“I could have imagined that this day would come eventually. The fruit I planted back then will eventually bear new fruit. It will surely awaken one day, while I am already nearing the end of my life.”

The hunched old man spoke to him in a low voice.

Lynn followed him.

His gaze was filled with inquiry and vigilance.

"Do you know who I am? Do you know I will come? Or is this a message you leave for posterity?"

The old man said in a low voice, "I suppose it's the latter. It's just a tiny echo I left behind in this era."

Lynn's eyes flickered, and he already understood.

He stopped dwelling on the question.

“I am your successor, or rather, in my time, I possess the fire that you used to overcome that calamity. I have walked the path you once walked, and now only the final leap remains. If this battle can be won, then time can continue.”

The old man remained silent.

Lynn took a step forward, looked up and said:

"But I don't understand what He is. The closer I get, the more I feel that this power is similar to His. And if it is the fire that protects all living beings, then why does this fire lead to... the end?"

This has always been his problem: as the white ashes gradually sublimate, as the raging sins transform into terrifying black flames that incinerate everything.

He felt himself becoming more and more like Him.

"What exactly is He?"

Lynn's gaze was like fire.

A long silence followed, much like the pervasive darkness that enveloped everything.

The old man had his back to him, hunched over like an old tree.

He said to him.

"He is me."

……