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In the distance, a golden stream spread like a poisonous snake, eroding the border of this void.

(No……)

He tried desperately to move, to stop it, but there was no foothold in the void, so he could only watch everything happen.

Chu Ziyu's fingertips pressed against Lin Ci'an's brow, and dark golden mental power poured in like a torrent.

His spiritual tentacles transformed into countless fine silk threads, entangled with the fragments of Lin Ci'an's image that was on the verge of collapse.

(not enough……)

Chu Ziyu's pupils contracted, and he cut open his mental core without hesitation.

“Boss! Are you crazy?!”

The alarm of 6872 was shrill and piercing. "If you continue like this, you will—"

"Shut up."

Even more turbulent spiritual power poured out, flowing into Lin Ci'an's collapsed spiritual picture like molten gold.

Chu Ziyu's silver wolf spirit body let out a wail, and its body gradually became transparent.

His face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, blood flowed from his lips, but his eyes became more and more brutal.

"Boss! Your spiritual core is about to be exhausted!"

6872 screams.

Chu Ziyu turned a deaf ear.

Suddenly, a ray of dark golden light pierced through the void.

Lin Ci'an's "sight" was focused on that light - it was domineeringly creating a world in this nothingness.

Lin Ci'an's consciousness trembled in nothingness.

The moment the dark golden light penetrated him, he felt a pain that almost tore his soul apart—not physical.

It was something deeper, more cruel, as if someone had forcibly cut open his nothingness and burned the burning memory into his empty body.

The dark golden light spread like a spider web, and wherever it passed, objects appeared out of thin air.

The soil condensed from nothingness, carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood;

Broken walls and ruins rose from the ground, like some destroyed battlefield;

Blackened trees grew twisted and distorted, their branches still riddled with shrapnel.

(Chu... Ziyu?)

This is a fragment of Chu Ziyu's spiritual picture! He is using his own memory to reshape the world for him!

(stop……)

(Stop... Chu Ziyu... Stop!)

He couldn't make a sound, but every inch of his "non-existent" body was screaming.

The moment the soil condensed from nothingness, Lin Ci'an "saw" it—

That was the scorched earth in Chu Ziyu's memory.

——Bomb craters, bloodstains, and broken walls shattered by artillery fire.

——Every crack is engraved with the battlefield that Chu Ziyu has experienced.

——Every handful of soil is soaked with Chu Ziyu’s blood and pain.

(What are you doing……)

(Who allowed you to give these to me...)

When the broken walls and ruins rose from the ground, Lin Ci'an's consciousness almost collapsed.

He recognized it—it was the ruins of their first battle together.

Chu Ziyu actually dug out this memory and stuffed it bloody into his nothingness!

The charred trees grew, and the shrapnel embedded in the branches reflected a cold light. That was...

—Taking the bullet for him.

(No……)

(Don't...use your life...to fill my void...)

Lin Ci'an's "non-existent" heart twitched violently.

He tried to struggle frantically, to stop it, but even tears could not gather in the void.

Chu Ziyu's mental power became increasingly ferocious, taking root and spreading in this nothingness almost violently, like a red-hot knife, carving out its own shape in Lin Ci'an's empty "existence".

(Stop... Please...)

He would rather break himself into pieces... than dig himself out of nothingness.

Lin Ci'an's consciousness went completely crazy at that moment.

But in this void, even his collapse was silent.

Until... I don't know how long it took

Lin Ci'an felt that his consciousness could finally "move".

He felt himself coalescing, regaining form from nothingness.

First the fingers, then the arms, and finally the whole body—

Lin Ci'an suddenly felt that he had weight - and then with a "bang", he fell face down into the scorched earth, his limbs spread out, forming a human-shaped pit. His silver hair was covered with dirt, and he looked like a cat that had fallen into a quagmire.

(...)

(...)

Chu Ziyu's translucent figure trembled violently, and his dark golden spirit body could hardly maintain its shape.

(Can’t laugh…)

(If you laugh now, you will definitely be hated for ten years...)