Chapter 842: The Compensated Regret

Zhou Huai closed his eyes, no longer looking at the vibrant faces before him.

He reined in his consciousness, perceiving the Laws circulating around him.

"How truly miraculous."

The air, breeze, and leaves here were no different from the real world.

This could no longer be simply called a dream.

Much less that kind of crude mental illusion that could only deceive the vision.

"This… is simply a parallel world stripped and reconstructed by Mr. Duan from the underlying logic of the mortal world!"

The people before him, even the most inconspicuous student by the roadside, possessed complete emotional feedback and the warmth of a heartbeat.

They were no different from an Immortal Master.

This was no longer a level that a Transcendent could achieve.

This means of creating all things with a single thought infinitely approached the legendary Creator God!

There were zero flaws.

If not for Chun's will suddenly appearing in his mind…

No matter how firm his mind was, he wouldn't have been able to wake up from this gentle trap.

Zhou Huai rejoiced inwardly.

If he was the least bit careless, he would have completely sunk here, turning into a walking corpse kept in captivity by Mr. Duan within this illusion.

The surrounding cheers had already stopped.

The atmosphere on the Class Advancement Stage became eerie.

Zhou Huai's words just now, "childish farce" and "Mr. Duan," left everyone stunned.

His parents wore puzzled expressions, completely failing to understand what nonsense Zhou Huai was talking about.

"Huaier, you… what on earth is wrong with you?"

His mother stepped forward, trying to take Zhou Huai's hand once again.

Her eyes were red-rimmed as she stared closely at him.

"What Mr. Duan? What farce? Did you injure your mental Origin because the Awakening phenomenon was too intense just now?"

His mother's voice trembled slightly.

Zhou Feng also frowned, his once proud face sinking.

"Zhou Huai! Today is your day of great joy, what gibberish are you spouting?"

Zhou Feng scolded, pulling out a father's dignity:

"Hurry up and apologize to the principal and representatives! You child, you are truly so insensible!"

Ye Xi stamped her feet in anxiety.

She stepped forward in one stride, gripped the corner of Zhou Huai's clothes, and looked up at him with her face raised.

"Brother Zhou Huai, what is wrong with you?"

"Don't scare Xi'er, okay…"

Large, heavy teardrops swirled in her eyes, about to fall at any moment.

Looking at the three people before him.

Zhou Huai calmed his breathing.

He did not shake off Ye Xi's hand, nor did he refute his father's scolding.

On the contrary, his expression turned gentle.

Zhou Huai lowered his head, his dark golden eyes moving slightly.

Pondering silently.

Even though this was a fatal conspiracy trap.

Yet he instead wanted to say a word of thanks in his heart to that lofty Mr. Duan.

It was this old fellow who used such a despicable yet realistic means to briefly compensate for the deepest and greatest regret in his heart within this world.

Letting him possess once again that long-lost maternal love.

Letting him see what kind of wonderful youth he and Ye Xi should have possessed if that disaster hadn't happened back then.

However, a regret was ultimately just a regret.

The past time could never flow backward.

"I'm sorry."

Zhou Huai murmured softly.

"My true mother is still struggling to hold on in that pitch-black spiritual dimension."

"The true Xi'er is also waiting for me to return, to face this world that is about to collapse."

"I cannot waste any more time here."

Zhou Huai raised his head, the gentleness in his gaze fading away.

His gaze sank, revealing absolute determination.

He ignored his parents' calls, nor did he wipe the tears from the corners of Ye Xi's eyes, instead casting his gaze toward the azure firmament above his head.

His body was extremely weak.

Within this body, there was no flow of mana value.

Those top-tier Clones who had accompanied him to destroy the heavens and earth and slay countless powerful enemies—Yasuo, Moria, Xiang Yu, Gandalf, Hou Yi, Arthur…

All of them had their connections severed and could not be ordered about.

The attributes of Ten Thousand Aspects into One were forcibly cleared to zero in this world.

This was a blockade originating from the underlying strata of the dimensions.

Skills could not be used.

Clones could not be summoned.

Even the most basic magical elements could not be mobilized in the slightest.

Zhou Huai frowned, but he did not panic.

As an expert, the more desperate the situation he fell into, the calmer he became.

"Chun."

Zhou Huai called out in his mind to that ethereal will.

"This illusion has completely locked down my underlying data."

"Tell me, how should I escape this damn place?"

Deep within his mind, there was a brief silence.

Afterwards, Chun's light voice echoed in his mind, crossing the barrier of space.

"Zhou Huai, you're usually a rather smart person, why are you splitting hairs now?"

"Do not be bound by the rules set by Mr. Duan."

"The method to break free from this illusion is actually very simple."

"The answer has always been in your own hands."

"In my hands?"

Zhou Huai was stunned for a moment.

He subconsciously raised both hands.

Slender, clean, without scars.

This was merely a pair of ordinary high school student's hands, clearly empty with nothing at all.

There was no abyssal blood dragon spear, nor any Magical Artifact to rely on.

But…

When he stared at the palm of his right hand, a bizarre illusion surged into his heart.

Clearly, the naked eye saw nothing at all.

Yet deep within his Soul, his right hand was holding something.

Heavy.

Heavy, hard, carrying an antiquity and vicissitudes that did not belong to the mortal world.

A flash of inspiration sparked in his mind.

Zhou Huai suddenly understood.

"Understood!"

abyssal nether chain!

This Divine Artifact was simply not ordinary equipment!

It had long been bound together with the underlying logic of his Soul and that inextinguishable destiny!

"Come out for me!"

Zhou Huai's gaze suddenly turned fierce, and his right hand clenched fiercely in midair!

Crunch—!

A teeth-grating sound of metal friction rang out without warning across this sunny playground!

Following closely, amidst everyone's astonished gazes…

Zhou Huai's right palm, which was originally empty, suddenly erupted with dark golden light!

Within this light, there was no fluctuation of any magical elements, only the suppressing Law!

Between the circulating light, a thick phantom chain covered with intricate dark golden runes emerged along his arm!