In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

A signal flare pierced the sky, its red light like a flaming arrow, penetrating the gray mist and illuminating the desolate Dark Sun Forest.

Zhang Yi lay quietly on the sofa, his eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze fixed on the distant Dark Sun Forest shrouded in black mist.

The signal has been sent; now it's time to wait for a response.

However, he was not sure whether Indra and Morana were still alive.

After all, even the Asgardian court in Northern Europe was almost completely wiped out.

Now only Hela, the Goddess of Death, is still alive, but given her status and position, she has no right to speak with giants like Zhang Yi and King Arthur.

At this point, she needed Zhang Yi and the others to get back to Earth.

After sending the signal, Zhang Yi leisurely ate snacks and rested with his eyes closed on the Dreamer.

After the battle ended, I felt much more relaxed.

And he began to slowly savor the meditation methods given to him by the Black Moon Priest.

Upon closer examination, it was discovered that it shares a striking similarity with Wang Yangming's "The Philosophy of Mind".

It seems that the study of mental power ultimately leads to the same conclusion, despite different paths.

The signal was sent out less than half a day later.

A slight ripple came from the wind, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Zhang Yi turned around, a subtle expression on his face. Faintly, ripples appeared in the distant sky, as if something was approaching.

Soon after, a figure appeared at the end of Zhang Yi's line of sight.

The man walked out alone, silently, step by step, from the edge of the Dark Sun Forest.

He was wearing a tattered Brahman robe, his hands clasped together, and a serene smile on his face.

The hem of her robe fluttered gently with her steps, and she exuded a mysterious radiance.

It is Indra.

"This guy really isn't so easy to kill!"

Zhang Yi squinted and said calmly.

Indra walked very slowly, his steps steady and deliberate, as if he were comprehending the mysteries of the universe with each step.

Zhang Yi stared intently at him, a question flashing through her mind.

Indra's image remains as we remember, with his hands clasped together and a warm smile on his face, as if a god descended to earth, transcendent and ethereal as the wind.

Zhang Yi used to hate him for this, feeling that this person had made showing off his instincts.

But looking at him again today, he seems almost perfectly natural.

"He seems different now. What happened to him in the Dark Sun Forest?"

Zhang Yi was a little curious.

At this moment, Indra possessed an indescribable aura, as if he had undergone some tremendous change, or as if he had experienced some irreversible shift in fate.

The others also noticed Indra's arrival, so they went up to the deck and lowered the gangway.

Emperor Shitian raised his head, smiled and nodded slightly to the crowd, and then boarded the Dreamer.

Indra slowly approached the group. He bowed slightly, clasped his hands together, and greeted Zhang Yi with a respectful gesture. His tone remained as gentle as ever: "Chaos, King Arthur, His Majesty Saladin, and Mr. Morgan, it's been a long time!"

His voice was clear and penetrating, but to Zhang Yi it sounded deeper, as if it contained some kind of invisible power.

King Arthur smiled politely, "It's good that you're back!"

He saw no one else around Indra, and realized that all the Bharatas who had come with him were dead.

Of course, Gao Changkong and the other two have already been confirmed to have defected, so they cannot be considered as their people.

Thinking of this, Morgan and the others all revealed a meaningful look on their faces.

The losses suffered in this battle will likely lead to a dramatic change in Bharata.

This is a good thing for them.

Zhang Yi looked at Di Shitian, a slight smile playing on his lips: "You're back. It seems everything went smoothly?"

Indra's gaze was like an eternal abyss, calm yet carrying a hint of mystery.

His smile remained unchanged, but it revealed an unspoken depth: "I've gone to chase my destiny."

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow: "Chasing destiny?"

Do all you charlatans like to talk like this? Is it so hard to speak like a human being?

He took a step closer, his tone inquiring, "What exactly did you experience in the Dark Sun Forest?"

Indra did not answer directly, but only sighed softly. His deep eyes seemed to be traversing endless time and space, looking into the distance, as if he was pondering some extremely complex question.

He slowly raised his head, his hands clasped together in prayer position unchanged, his tone still calm, yet carrying a hint of something unusual:

"Fate is a river; some people go upstream, while others go downstream. No matter which path you choose, there is no turning back."

"You mean, you've accepted your fate?" Zhang Yi's lips twitched.

He always felt that this person was either showing off or on his way to showing off.

There's no way around it, they're charlatans! How else can they fool people?

"Fate's arrangement is not forced, but a choice."

"Indra said slowly."

"I chose to go with the flow and pursue that invisible force. No matter the outcome, I have embarked on this path."

Zhang Yi remained silent, a complex emotion suddenly welling up inside him.

He could sense the change in Indra, an unfathomable transformation, as if Indra had detached himself from a certain level of divinity and entered a deeper realm.

Perhaps this guy really had some extraordinary encounter, which led to his enlightenment.

What do you think you're pursuing?

Zhang Yi finally asked, his eyes still calm, trying to find more clues from Di Shitian's words.

Indra looked at him, smiled slightly, and slowly said, "What I pursue is destiny itself, the ultimate truth unknown to others. Every being will eventually face the judgment of destiny. And whether we can grasp this destiny is the most important thing."

This is not ordinary thought, but the words of some being that transcends human understanding.

Is fate truly in the hands of some unseen force, as Indra said?

Although Zhang Yi didn't quite understand, he thought it sounded very impressive.

However, he and Emperor Shitian were not particularly close to begin with, and he was too lazy to bother with it.

"Anyway, it's good that you're back! Why don't you eat something and have a cup of hot tea to rest?"

"Let's wait and see if anyone else comes back. We'll set off back to Earth the day after tomorrow."

Only then did a somewhat speechless expression appear on Indra's face.

"Back to Earth? Has the problem with the Moon been solved?"

Zhang Yi glanced at him indifferently: "Otherwise what? Do you think we came here for tourism?"

Indra's eyes widened slightly, and he could no longer maintain his arrogant expression.