He understood instantly—this Xuan Jizi had encountered other transmigrators before and had even killed them.
“Even if I am not an immortal, I am still half a deity. How dare you worms try to deceive me?” He suddenly pulled a pill from his chest, this time of normal size.
“I can see through you at a glance—you are just a lonely ghost. Don’t think you can disturb my Dao heart!”
Fang Zhiyi had almost no power to resist. He forced the pill into Fang Zhiyi’s mouth, then let go, watching him with an expression full of anticipation.
Xu Xiaoya was petrified. After a moment of stunned silence, she mustered the courage to rush forward and help, but Xuan Jizi casually shoved her into the furnace, knocking her unconscious.
Everything before Fang Zhiyi’s eyes began to blur, and the sneering face of Xuan Jizi became distorted and abstract.
When clarity returned, Fang Zhiyi jolted awake. Looking at his worried parents beside the hospital bed, he glanced around in panic.
“I’m back?”
Fang Zhiyi was horrified. What kind of person was this Xuan Jizi? He had the power to send him back to his original world?
Seeing him awake, his father and mother wept with joy.
“Zhiyi! You’re finally awake! You scared your mother to death!”
Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to speak, chaotic noises erupted from outside.
“It’s dark! The sky has gone dark!”
Fang Zhiyi jumped off the hospital bed, dashed to the window, and stared at the sky. It was as black as the bottom of a pot. Then, a voice echoed across the heavens.
“Disciple, your master has achieved immortality, hahaha... To become an immortal, one must sever all emotions. Let your master help you!”
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes widened as a terrible premonition surged in his heart.
In an instant, the clouds formed into Xuan Jizi’s grotesque face. He sneered and began churning the clouds. Fang Zhiyi felt an invisible force destroying the world around him. Skyscrapers collapsed, screams and weeping mingled together.
A violent wind arose, and lightning bolts struck the ground.
Steel and concrete buildings tore apart like paper. It was a scene straight out of the apocalypse. Only Xuan Jizi’s crazed laughter echoed between heaven and earth.
“Gousheng! Gousheng!” The half-conscious Xu Xiaoya saw Fang Zhiyi twitching on the ground. She rushed over, crying and shaking his body, only to see black liquid pouring from his mouth.
Xuan Jizi’s smile turned sickly.
“Another failure.” He reached down and grabbed Xu Xiaoya. She screamed and struggled, but was no match for his single hand. She could only watch helplessly as Gousheng’s convulsing body gradually stilled, until all life faded.
Xuan Jizi looked at the little girl in his hand, then suddenly his expression grew vague again.
“Such a material shouldn’t go to waste... That does make some sense.” He thought for a moment, then carried Xu Xiaoya down the stone steps, pausing only to kick Fang Zhiyi’s corpse into the pool.
A few minutes after Xuan Jizi left—
“Soul protection mechanism activated...” Xiaoxiaohei’s voice rang out.
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes snapped open as he sank. He paused briefly, then swam upward. His peripheral vision caught something in the dark water rapidly approaching him.
Luckily, he was fast enough. He surfaced without stopping and quickly grabbed the nearest stone slab, hauling himself up just before the things in the water could catch him.
Panting, Fang Zhiyi looked into the water. A creature—more monster than human—glared back at him bitterly. Its head was bald, with gills clearly visible on its cheeks. Its mouth gaped wide, revealing rows of sharp, hair-raising teeth. Bulging eyes locked onto Fang Zhiyi, radiating regret.
Seeing that Fang Zhiyi had made it ashore, the creature swam back and forth a few times, leaped high, then plunged back into the water and disappeared.
Fang Zhiyi caught a glimpse of its fish-like tail. From what he’d seen, there were probably more than one of these things in the water.
“Merfolk? Interesting...” He steadied his breath and turned to Xiaoxiaohei. “So that’s the safety net Little Hei left behind? Not bad, actually.”
Xiaoxiaohei simply stared at him.
Fang Zhiyi recalled what he had seen—a shattered world, a vanished population. Even now, he didn’t know if it had been real. Could this Xuan Jizi actually travel through time and destroy his home world?
“Warning... The host’s spiritual energy is only enough for one recovery. The host should leave here immediately and return to the village for a quiet life.” Xiaoxiaohei’s voice sounded.
Fang Zhiyi pushed himself to his feet.
“A quiet life?” He sneered. “Whether what I saw was real or not, that bastard has already pissed me off.” His face twisted into a dark grin. “Destroying a transmigrator’s home world... He has no idea what the consequences of that are.”
Night fell. A limping figure trekked along the rough mountain path, stopping now and then to get his bearings.
Xiaoxiaohei watched this unusual host with confusion. According to its directive from the original system, when Fang Zhiyi’s soul was damaged, it was to protect him once. The original requirement was that, after waking up in this body, the host should distance himself from his former life and wait quietly for the original system to arrive.
It had tried to send information to the original system, but something seemed to be blocking the connection. There was no response at all.
As a transmission system compressed to minimum energy, Xiaoxiaohei could only save the host in critical moments—provided the host’s spiritual energy was sufficient. For anything else, it had no means.
Fang Zhiyi looked like a desperate refugee. Finally finding a village, he slipped into a house and stole two sets of clothes. His eyes were fierce. Having traveled through many worlds, he had never suffered such a loss or been this humiliated.
Xiaoxiaohei watched with confusion as this strange host tied the stolen clothes around his waist, then snuck into another yard to swipe a cracked jar of pickled vegetables. It couldn’t understand what he was up to.
Had this host been a thief in a past life? But even then, what kind of thief steals a pickle jar?
Still, it felt relieved. As long as the host stayed away from danger, it could report back to the original system.
After passing a vegetable patch, Fang Zhiyi pulled up two radishes. He didn’t bother cleaning them—just wiped them on his clothes and bit into them. The radishes weren’t sweet; they were even a bit spicy. But to him, they were vital.
He hadn’t eaten anything proper in a long time.
Thus, a lone figure left the village and headed into the mountains.
He found the spot where he had been ambushed by bandits. Remote and deserted, the place still had his scattered belongings that the bandits had thrown aside during their search.
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