I don't want to come up with a funny book title anymore.

As time went by, Kun Zeyuan couldn't help but feel anxious.

He believed in his partner and that he could hold on until he found the "path".

But the "people" he created could never bring back good news.

Every time I wait with high expectations, all I get in return is disappointment.

During the long search, Kunzeyuan gradually realized that expanding outwards would not achieve his goal.

He began to try to start with himself, hoping to awaken his memories of the way home.

The problem arose when he awoke from a deep meditation.

Originally, those "people" had no inherent nature; they were like blank sheets of paper.

However, as they experienced different things, they gradually became tinged with different colors.

Each of them has their own life, and Kunzeyuan shares these memories, gradually being influenced by them.

Sometimes he felt like an explorer searching for his way home in some corner, sometimes like an old mother longing for her child to return home, and sometimes like a fearless young man.

Memories and emotions from various identities intertwined within him, plunging him into chaos.

That's how it was turned into a physical form of schizophrenia.

When this situation first occurred, Kunze Yuan realized something was wrong and wanted to cut off contact with them.

However, they are a part of him, existing in multiple forms, even more so than an avatar.

They are all him, and he is also them.

Therefore, he could only passively remain in this state, and over time he developed a mental illness.

After hearing the whole story, Xie Fengnan clicked his tongue in amazement: This guy really knows how to play.

However, he knew this was not the time for jokes.

Because Kun Zeyuan looked like he was about to have a seizure—his eyes became vacant again, and he did not respond to their questions.

"Wasn't everything fine just now?" Chu Jiaoyang asked, puzzled.

"He must have forced himself to stay awake for a while," Xie Fengnan recalled Kun Zeyuan's state just now.

Logically speaking, Kun Zeyuan's current condition should not be able to support him in telling stories.

It's a miracle he hasn't gone mad.

As for what triggered Kun Zeyuan's awakening, Xie Fengnan wondered uncertainly, "It couldn't be that they kept giving him pep talks, could it?"

Even if they knew how Kunzeyuan got into this situation, they didn't have any good solutions.

His heavy mental burden stemmed from the "human beings" he created.

They couldn't possibly kill all of them, not to mention the physical harm it would cause him.

If we make someone's mental illness even worse, it will be unbearable.

However, Kun Zeyuan is no longer like before, muttering to himself or doing things that seem very strange to others.

He just sat there quietly, his expression constantly changing, sometimes confused, sometimes in pain.

It seemed as if it was fighting against something.

Xie Fengnan looked at him, pondering other countermeasures.

"It doesn't feel right for us to just stand by and watch," Chu Jiaoyang said helplessly.

"I'll go help him sort out those thoughts," Xie Fengnan decided.

"Are you sure? If you're not careful, you could get into trouble too." Jiang Mo Ran looked at him in surprise.

Xie Fengnan didn't say he was confident he could escape unscathed; he simply walked up to Kun Zeyuan and signaled that he was about to make his move.

The reason I didn't offer to help Yaoyu earlier was because with Chiyan Li around, it was best for the young couple to handle their own affairs.

What right does an outsider like him have to get involved?

But Kun Zeyuan doesn't have any adoring little darlings here, so there's no chance for a dramatic "resurrect my lover" storyline.

So I had to go up by myself.

"Boss, be careful." Even though he knew Xie Fengnan never did anything without being sure of success, Chu Jiaoyang still gave him a worried reminder.

Seeing that Xie Fengnan had made up his mind, Jiang Mozhan said no more and just watched his actions.

"Kun Zeyuan, if you can hear me, don't resist later."

Xie Fengnan spoke in a low voice while manipulating his mental energy into his mental sea.

It went smoothly; it seems he does indeed possess a certain degree of self-awareness. (This refers to a person's ability to recognize their own mental state; it's not a typo.)

As soon as he entered, Xie Fengnan sensed the chaos within.

Blurry figures and scenes fill this spiritual sea; they are different life fragments experienced by the "people" created by Kunzeyuan.

Some were filled with joy, while others were filled with pain.

When Xie Fengnan's mental energy swept over those fragments, it was as if he were that person, experiencing that person's joys and sorrows.

To be honest, it was a very novel experience.

There is no emotion in the world that can be completely shared and empathized with, but the "people" that Kunzeyuan has created can.

If this ability were placed in a fantasy cultivation world, wouldn't it allow an ancient powerful being to transform into three thousand bodies and experience all aspects of human life?

Once you've accumulated enough, you can embark on the Great Path and ascend to immortality from the spot.

But this is the interstellar world.

Kun Zeyuan was driven to mental illness by the ordeal.

Of course, ultimately it comes down to the fact that he is not strong enough.

This situation arises because one cannot perfectly control oneself; otherwise, this ability would actually be quite extraordinary.

After all, even Xie Fengnan couldn't create so many "clones" for himself.

He originally thought that Kun Zeyuan had experienced some major upheaval, which led to his mental problems.

You have to find the right medicine for your heart to cure your mental illness.

As a result, he used his abilities to ruin himself into this state.

The treatment methods will probably have to be simple and brutal.

Because Xie Fengnan had already seen that behind these seemingly scattered fragments, there was a faint thread pulling them together.

Once you find the point where all the threads converge, that's Kunze Abyss.

This was not difficult, so Xie Fengnan quickly reached the core location.

"Kun Zeyuan, now I'm going to sever these threads."

Xie Fengnan's voice spread throughout the mental sea.

"Let's do it..." Kun Zeyuan's voice was weak, but firm.

Then he saw a golden sword appear in front of him.

He saw that beneath the blade of that sword, the struggling, resisting threads were severed cleanly at the root.

He himself felt a sense of relief.

As more and more threads were severed, the blurry figures and fragments that wandered around in Kunzeyuan's spiritual sea gradually faded away.

The entire mental sea became clear.

"Thank you..." The Nine Heavens Breath Soil, symbolizing Kunzeyuan's consciousness, once again shone brightly.

Xie Fengnan, having finished his work, withdrew from his mental world; he was truly exhausted.

Seeing his expression, Chu Jiaoyang asked with concern, "Boss, how are you?"

"I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep." Xie Fengnan had already started yawning in front of them.

Jiang Mo Ran carefully observed his and Kun Ze Yuan's condition, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, rest first."