Chapter 721: Self-Upgrading (Part 2)

Zhou Huai closed his eyes and asked softly.

Hearing Zhou Huai's question, Chun on the shore smiled.

"Lie down."

She indicated, "Imagine yourself lying on a warm, large bed…"

"Or rather…"

Chun's voice suddenly paused for a moment.

When uttering these second words, Chun's gaze suddenly became somewhat trance-like.

Through Zhou Huai, she saw an extremely distant past.

"Or rather… imagine yourself returning to your mother's womb."

There was a slight tremor in her voice.

Zhou Huai did not catch the abnormality in Chun's emotions.

Following Chun's instructions, he completely let down his guard and leaned straight back.

"Plop."

His entire person leaned back directly into the warm and viscous emerald-green lake water.

The lake water submerged the top of his head.

However, miraculously, the anticipated feeling of suffocation did not appear!

This lake water, rich in ultimate life energy, not only did not pour into his nose and mouth, but instead gently wrapped him within it, continuously providing him with oxygen and vitality!

Zhou Huai only felt very comfortable.

Extremely comfortable.

In this extreme feeling of being wrapped, his eye sockets grew sour.

This feeling was very familiar.

Very nostalgic.

Crossing the barrier of two lifetimes, he returned to that safest and warmest harbor.

A scalding teardrop involuntarily flowed out from Zhou Huai's tightly closed eyes.

The teardrop merged into the lake water and disappeared.

"Mom…"

Zhou Huai's lips moved slightly, silently spitting out these two words underwater.

For some reason, he felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

Was that the residual obsession of the original owner?

Or was it the instinctive call from deep within this body's Bloodline for that woman who had been missing for many years?

Zhou Huai could not tell.

He only knew that he really wanted to have a good, hearty cry right now.

Right at this verge of emotional collapse,

Chun's ethereal and misty voice came across the barrier of the water surface:

"Relax your mood."

"Do not think about anything."

"Let your consciousness drift… Next, you will see what you want to see."

Hearing this guidance,

Zhou Huai tried his best to clear his mind.

He tightly closed his eyes, casting aside all external interference, unable to hear any sound; even the surging sound of the water completely receded into the distance.

His body felt light and airy, free from the shackles of gravity.

He felt as if he were no longer in the water, his body soaring above the boundless sky.

That weightlessness, that sense of emptiness shuttling among the clouds, was incomparably real.

He did not know how long he had drifted aimlessly like this.

Perhaps for a breath, perhaps for a century.

"Hoo!"

Zhou Huai snapped back to his senses, awakening from that profound and mystical state!

He instinctively stood up from the water.

"Splash—"

Accompanied by the sound of splashing water, he panted heavily, raising his hand to vigorously wipe the water stains off his face.

When he opened his eyes and habitually looked around,

Zhou Huai froze in place!

He widened his eyes!

Because he discovered that the scene before him had taken on a completely new look!

How could this place still be the dark, damp Simon City underground ruin world filled with plant roots from before?

What came into view was impressively a fairyland world shrouded in clouds and mist, vast and boundless!

Beneath his feet were snow-white, fluffy clouds; overhead was a strange firmament exuding colorful glow!

The power of Law, so dense it condensed into water droplets, circulated visibly in the air!

"This… What is this place?"

Zhou Huai could not help muttering to himself, his voice trembling.

An illusion? Or did the lake water transmit his consciousness to another dimension?!

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned around within this fairyland.

The next second.

His breathing completely stagnated.

At the end of his vision after turning around,

He impressively saw a towering tree exuding a sacred glow!

Even separated by who knows how many tens of thousands of miles, that tree was still incomparably huge! On every single leaf of it, the birth and death of a world circulated; every single root of it was deeply rooted in the Void Realm, absorbing the Origin of heaven and earth!

In front of this tree, Zhou Huai felt even more insignificant than a speck of dust!

"Is this… what that woman named Chun called the Origin of the birth of all worlds?"

"The origin sacred tree that Mr. Duan went to great lengths to snatch away?"

Zhou Huai stood in place, stunned.

Wasn't this the underground ruins of Simon City?

He had clearly been lying in that emerald-green lake water just moments ago; how in the blink of an eye had he arrived at this bizarre place?

Was it a dream?

Or had he undergone Transmigration once again?

Zhou Huai looked around.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcing himself to calm down.

The power of Law circulating in the air was incomparably real; with every breath, he could feel his Soul being cleansed, something ordinary illusions could not achieve.

He took a step forward, and the clouds beneath his feet felt like solid ground when stepped on, without any floating sensation.

He walked forward step by step, his intuition telling him that the answer lay beneath that sacred tree exuding endless light.

"What on earth is that woman named Chun trying to do by dragging me to this ghost place?"

"Upgrading? Breaking the shackles of Professionals?"

Zhou Huai looked around.

Just as he walked to the edge of a sea of clouds suspected to be the shore,

He stopped in his tracks.

Raising his head, his gaze pierced through a few wisps of lingering Immortal Qi, and seeing a figure not far away, his whole person could not help freezing.

That was a woman.

The other party had her back to him, wearing a plain and elegant white long dress without extra decorations.

Noticing the movement behind her,

That figure paused slightly and slowly turned around.

When he saw the other person's face clearly, Zhou Huai froze in place.

It was an extremely beautiful face; the years had not left any traces of aging on her face, only a slight furrow of her brow.

Zhou Huai stared at the other person.

Reason told him that in his memories, he had clearly never seen this person before.

However, when seeing this face, a familiarity piercing deep into the marrow erupted from the depths of his Soul!

Furthermore, it was the deep yearning for that warmth within the innermost heart of someone living across two lifetimes, during countless lonely dark nights!

"Thump, thump…"

Zhou Huai's heart beat fast, his chest rising and falling turbulently.

His vision began to blur.

He thought he was ruthless enough, thinking he had long since forged a heart of stone in this cruel apocalyptic world.

But now, all disguises and all strong facades completely crumbled.

Tears uncontrollably welled up and burst out of his eyes.

While approaching that figure, he shed tears.

His footsteps, hesitant at first, became faster and more urgent.

In this ethereal fairyland, Zhou Huai wept uncontrollably.

When he finally reached the front of that figure, his face was already covered in tears.

He did not care about any defenses, nor did he consider whether this could be an enemy's trap.

He merely followed his body's most primitive instincts.

His knees went soft.

Zhou Huai knelt on one knee in front of the other party.

He raised his head, looking at that face he had thought of day and night, his lips trembling.

He was afraid that if his voice was too loud, it would shatter this illusory dream.

He could only softly call out:

"Mom…"

"Is… that you?"

As his voice fell,

The surroundings quieted down.

The woman standing in front of Zhou Huai stiffened.

Originally carrying a bit of hollowness and bewilderment, having just awakened from a long slumber,

Upon hearing this call, she froze in place.

She froze for a full three seconds.

Three seconds later, the focus in her eyes finally gathered, fixing on the face of the young man kneeling on one knee, covered in tears before her.

That familiar yet unfamiliar face gradually overlapped with the weak, pale boy who could only sit in a wheelchair in her memories.

The woman widened her eyes, and then her eye sockets turned red.

Her well-maintained hands trembled as they reached into mid-air, wanting to touch, yet not daring to.

"You…"

"Are you… Zhou Huai?!"