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The reporter who came to the news stood by the roadside, facing the pitch-dark microphone, his face was full of grief. “However, because of the driver’s drunk driving, it caused irreparable consequences. The rescue was ineffective, and he died on the spot.”

In this noisy sound, Yu Beizhou stood in a daze in place.

He lowered his head and looked at his hand that had caught nothing, his eyes as red as the blood on the pedestrian crossing.

This is not the end.

After the silence, the scene seemed to rewind like a video, returning to before everything began. The young professor stood by the pedestrian crossing and dialed that number.

The sports car was still rushing towards him. Yu Beizhou still pounced out the same way.

A pool of blood.

The scene rewound and replayed again.

He didn’t know how many times it had been replayed, and he didn’t know how many times he had rushed out.

——Even if he knew that everything in front of him was just a cycle manipulated by the Heavenly Way, he still stubbornly pounced on it.

It’s always the same ending.

He didn’t know how many times it had passed before he finally stood up straight and said coldly, “You let me watch this, just to appreciate my embarrassed look?”

The moment he jumped off the Immortal Execution Platform, Yu Beizhou knew that this world was not the world he was familiar with. That mysterious voice also confirmed his guess.

However, his senior brother died, truly died in front of him, thousands and thousands of times.

The noisy background sound suddenly pressed the pause button.

The scenery around him froze, as if a seasoning tray had been overturned, and it stopped in an instant.

The Heavenly Way finally spoke.

[This kind of variable, originally not a person of this world, but just a wandering soul and wild ghost.]

The supreme thought sounded vaguely. [If there were no such variables, you should follow your fate, become king and emperor, ascend to the Immortal Platform, merge with me in the future, live as long as the heavens, and be immortal.]

[This is what you should have, the correct trajectory and destiny.]

Speaking of this, the ethereal void, the Heavenly Way, which should not have any emotions, was particularly displeased.

It was precisely because of this fate that it allowed the designated son of fate to torment himself into this ghostly state. Forcing a rewind of time was not enough, and now it had become a dying state.

After all, it was a precious person that could only be born in a plane every trillion years, loved by the Heavenly Way. In Zong Luo’s world, it was called the “protagonist”. The Heavenly Way still didn’t want to give up easily, so it froze time before Yu Beizhou’s death and forcibly pulled the person into another world line.

Another timeline without variables.

The Heavenly Way was a product independent of time and space.

It could bring Yu Beizhou back to before anything happened, but it would not give him the power to interfere with everything, and could only watch silently.

[Everything you see is real.]

[The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. As long as you are willing to stay here, you can still be the Immortal Venerable above all, and you can merge with me in the future, transform into the Heavenly Way, and have all the wealth and honor you should have.]

“…..”

“…..”

“What about him?”

The Heavenly Way’s thoughts were cold and ruthless. [As you can see, he is dead.]

“Can you save him?”

Yu Beizhou asked, but the cold voice fell silent and did not answer.

So he affirmed. “You can.”

Yu Beizhou clenched his fists, silently looking at the silent gray world in front of him, looking at his senior brother lying silently on the road, bleeding profusely, lifeless.

Finally, after a long time, he showed the same sharp and mocking smile as before, his voice hoarse. “You can save him, save him and I will go with you to be that whatever Immortal Venerable, walk the path I should walk.”

“You can make me not remember him, let me forget him, whatever you want.”

“As long as you can save him, I agree to everything you say.”

The Heavenly Way did not have the power to intervene in other worlds.

To resurrect this person who was dead beyond death, there was only one way.

Take his soul and put it in the world governed by the Heavenly Way.

After a long time, that ethereal voice came faintly, with obvious confusion inside.

[I have brought countless you from different world lines back to this moment, but every one of you would make this decision.]

The Heavenly Way controlled countless parallel worlds.

In parallel worlds, there were countless Yu Beizhous.

Originally, this was just an insignificant variable.

The first Zong Luo accidentally transmigrated inside the book and fell into the world of the book.

The change started from this Yu Beizhou, gathering into a storm of butterfly wings fluttering.

Every Zong Luo afterwards was protected by the Heavenly Way.

In these different parallel worlds, as long as one Yu Beizhou agreed, follows the original fate line, the Heavenly Way could successfully complete it.

However, not one Yu Beizhou chose his own smooth life. They all unanimously chose to rewind time, chose to die on the battlefield, and in front of the pedestrian crossing, said the same sentence.

“Save him, I can give up everything.”

[You go.] The Heavenly Dao said calmly.

Perhaps it was non-existent pity, or perhaps it thought that there would always be a next Yu Beizhou in so many parallel worlds who would agree, it let go of this scarred Yu Beizhou.

[You can consider this, as a dream.]

There would always be a next Yu Beizhou, perhaps never.

In the dim room, the severely injured young man in red suddenly sat up from the bed.

He was panting heavily, startled.

The ugly goshawk, whose wings were pierced by an arrow and was resting and recuperating by the bed, heard this, immediately raised its head, and pecked at his stiff fingertips.

“It’s okay.”

Yu Beizhou, who finally came back to his senses, said softly.

He touched the bandage wrapped around his chest, realizing that he hadn’t died, and comfortingly touched the round head of the ugly goshawk.

“It’s just a nightmare. It’s good, the dream is over, I woke up.”

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