When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

The old blind man glanced at Yue Ji, and after looking into that right eye for a moment, he muttered to himself.

"A sin..."

Yue Ji didn't pay attention to it at first. He calculated everything in his mind, everything he wanted to think about. After making sure that there was still plenty of time, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Donor, you don't look like a normal person...why are you here?"

The old blind man's tone was a little slow. Yue Ji looked at him, and many things were reflected in his barely opened right eye. He knew very well what fortune-telling in reality was like, and he never believed in it.

My fortune was told when I was young. It was rainy and windy on the day I was born, and my father was not at home. The fortune teller said that it would be best for me to join the army. The first half of my life would be a bit hard, but the second half would be smooth. As long as I could get over the financial crisis, everything would go well.

Now it all sounds like bullshit.

Without responding to the old blind man, Yue Ji continued to lean against the door behind him. The sound of an old train moving forward came from the rails, and the occasional flashing lights formed a halo. The old blind man moved his fingers, and his eyes rolled as if trying to see through Yue Ji's heart.

"My dear, it's a blessing for us to meet. How about I tell your fortune for free?"

Yue Ji once again studied the other party, and a hypothesis was already established in his mind. The area affected by the red ball would indeed disturb certain things... breed certain things. In this case—

"You figure it out."

"Tell me your name... Three parts are destiny, and seven parts are luck. Knowing your fate in advance can change your destiny. I can predict your thoughts and wishes right now."

"Yueji, the moon of the moon, the silence of the silence."

The old blind man pinched his knuckles and muttered silently. Suddenly, his movements froze, as if he had a glimpse of a world without the sun - a cold moon hung in the sky, and below was the endless black Dead Sea.

He took a deep breath and said slowly:

The word "silence" can predict one's root destiny, but not one's soul or the world. Chen hides murderous intent under the moon, and in the middle of the night, a ghost rises. This life of the owner is not about luck, but about calamity. Fate has three evils and one evil spirit; there is no avoiding, no retreat, no regret. Only after overcoming them will the true meaning be revealed.

Yue Ji smiled when he heard this, "If you say so, I'm a little disappointed. Do you want to calculate it again?"

The old blind man sat up straight in silence and raised his finger to deduce again. But after a moment, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, soaking through his tattered clothes.

What he just saw... was actually wrong?

Why, with his life's flame fading and his final days approaching, could someone be entangled in such profound suffering and karma? Even more paradoxical was the scene that suddenly emerged in his spiritual vision: a will of the purest and most benevolent, defying a fate destined for annihilation with an unwavering resolve.

"The most resolute, kind, and pure person fights against the most painful fate with this. What does this mean?"

While muttering to himself, his distracted eyes involuntarily glanced at the vague outline in Yue Ji's pocket - that object that looked like a knife but not a knife, like a stone but not a stone, silent like a miracle lost in the world, and as if it had already chosen the martyr.

"As for the word 'moon'..." His cracked lips trembled, and his voice suddenly became hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. "The moon... hangs in the sky, but its light is cold, its brilliance is silent. It illuminates the eternal night, but cannot warm... even a single inch of the human world."

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto his well-worn robe, leaving dark streaks. He seemed to be choked by a tremendous grief, and each word he uttered was uttered with great difficulty.

"The moon's light shines everywhere, allowing all living things to see the way forward... but the moon... itself has no light."

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes, blind to light, peering deep into Yue Ji's soul. "It reflects the sun's brilliance, yet what burns...is its own desolation."

"My dear... you..." His voice began to tremble uncontrollably, almost sobbing, "Are you going to be this silent moon? Using your body as a mirror, reflecting a ray of light, guiding the world through the eternal night... and then..."

The old blind man's words came to an abrupt halt. He seemed to have foreseen the final, horrifying fate. He was struck by lightning, staggered backward, and slumped against the cold wall of the carriage.

"...and then, as dawn approaches...the moon will sink into the western sea, and all will be scattered...no one will remember, no one will...mourn."

The last few words almost disappeared in the hollow sound of the wheels hitting the rails. They were as light as a sigh, yet so heavy that they seemed to crush all hope.

"This fate... can it still be called fate? No... your fate, I cannot see through it..."

"I've never really believed in fate... Perhaps this is all just a coincidence."

A bitter smile curled up Yue Ji's lips. "Your background certainly defines a lot, but you ultimately have to walk your own path. Since you've seen a glimpse of it, why not tell me more?"

For a moment, he even felt a desire to explore. But the old blind man trembled violently and shook his head.

"Sacrifice your own life to break the countless shackles... Every shackle is fatal, every shackle consumes life. Your destiny was originally to be bitter at first but sweet later, yet you have been presented with a dark and bleak path.

Being hated by everyone...is it really worth it?"

"I've heard enough, let's stop here." Yue Ji's tone was indifferent, as if these words had been repeated a thousand times. To him, they were just footnotes that had already been made clear.

However, the old man spoke again, his voice hoarse but piercing the clamor: "If you stop here, the knot in your heart will never be untied. If you still insist on moving forward... I hope you will see clearly what you want."

"I'm afraid you'll die with regrets, that your death won't be worth it. The heaviest burden in your heart has never been lifted, and you've never... truly been yourself."

After the words fell, Yue Ji fell into a brief silence. He finally shook his head, unwilling to delve into the matter.

“The end is not yet reached, who knows what changes may occur along the way.”

"Your time is running out... You should understand this better than anyone else... My dear, although your life has been filled with adversities, as long as you survive this calamity... there may be a way back."

"is it?"

"Perhaps. But the most important thing is what you really think in your heart."

"No," Yue Ji's voice deepened, but with an unquestionable determination, "I have to, because you measured a little, but not enough.

You calculated the time, but I know this is my limit."

Without further explanation, Yue Ji turned his attention back to the battlefield.

Torrential rain poured down, the sky and the earth were dark, King Obmons rushed towards Nexus again, the red giant raised his elbow and brought it down, after a fight, Qin Haoyu was in the upper hand.

Very good, we will definitely win at this pace!

Fighting back tears and ignoring the screams, Nexus kicked towards King Orbmeng's core, then pulled away and charged the Phase Shift Beam.

As long as we can drag them into Meta's territory, everything will be much simpler.

However, just as Meta Field was about to unfold, a brand new voice echoed across the battlefield.

"It seems you've backed off. Are you ready for me?"

Qin Haoyu didn't know who the voice belonged to. When he turned around, he saw a huge dark body floating in the air.