From the end of the singing, a shrill siren sounded once more!!!
The darkness was pierced, the scorched earth disappeared, the Fierce Flame vanished in the howling wind, and the nightmare was torn apart, easily ground into fragments.
Answering his call, the dream that had accompanied him for ten years rose from the depths of despair.
Swallow everything!
As if, time had reversed.
The gentle glow of the setting sun spilled through the window, and within the sound of the train clattering on the tracks, Ji Jue awoke from the nightmare, staring blankly at everything familiar.
It was as if he had once again returned to the time before disaster struck; he was on that thundering train again, embraced by those tender memories.
"You look so sad, Ji Jue."
Someone gently caressed his cheek, their eyes full of warmth.
Ji Jue looked at her, opened his mouth several times, wishing to speak, but in the end, he couldn't help but lower his head, dodging her gaze, "I'm just... a bit tired."
"Then rest well, it's okay to sleep a bit more." She ruffled Ji Jue's hair, "If something is too hard, you also need to learn to let go appropriately."
"Mom, can you hug me?" Ji Jue asked softly.
"Of course."
Without hesitation, she opened her arms wide and embraced the child she hadn't seen for ten years. He was so frail and thin, yet being in her arms felt so comforting, as if there was nothing to fear.
The whole world could not hurt him.
Ji Jue closed his eyes, and his tense body relaxed. Just like that, listening to her humming, feeling her warmth and breath.
The beautiful dream seemed so lengthy, as if there was no end.
Until he opened his eyes again, gripping the ticking watch on his wrist.
"Is it time to go?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Ji Jue looked at her, "There are still some things I must do, although it's hard... but don't worry, I'll take care of it, just like before, nothing can stump me."
"Goodbye, Mom."
He took a deep breath, bidding his last farewell, "I might... never be able to come back again."
Light laughter followed, like watching a child who sought out his own troubles, something so simple.
"Then keep moving forward, don't look back."
She smiled, cradling the boy's face, "I'll be watching you, no matter where you go, where you head to. I will miss you, just as you miss me."
Just like that, she hugged him for the last time.
On his forehead, she left a gentle kiss.
Just like that, she watched as Ji Jue turned and left.
Ji Jue took a few steps forward, unable to resist the urge to look back, but he dared not, until he heard the voice behind him.
"Ji Jue!"
In the sunlight's glow, she called his name, waving, "Keep it up."
"Yeah."
Ji Jue nodded firmly, wiped away his tears, turned around, and pushed open the carriage door at the end.
Bidding farewell to everything in the past.
The train seemed to fade away, becoming invisible, just like the distant dream.
Ji Jue plunged into the blood-red deep sea once more, cold, suffocating, painful, yet so familiar; this time, he was no longer scared or frightened.
Just like that, he lifted his head, staring at the countless pitiful agonies and lingering despair.
"Hey! Can you hear me?"
Ji Jue took a deep breath and shouted with all his might, "I'm right here!"
In that moment, the crimson sea churned wildly, surging as if boiling. Countless torrents of blood-red rage flowed toward him, converging to completely tear apart this foreign object that didn't belong.
"Come with me."
Ji Jue extended his hand, inviting those departed obsessions, "I'll help you take your revenge."
Suddenly, the crimson fell silent, as if frozen.
Wails and cries abruptly ceased.
As though countless eyes from the dead world were looking over, gazing at the young man before them, disturbing each other, skirmishing, stirring up unprecedented chaos.
Finally, they took the form of a blood-drenched hand.
Gripping his hand!
The pact was forged.
In that moment, the sea of endless pain and despair parted right down the middle!
The torrent rushed forth, engulfing Ji Jue, the infinite suffering rising like mountains beneath him, lifting him, heading towards the mortal world, towards a world that wasn't theirs'.
In that moment, Ji Jue opened his eyes.
Through the eerie giant trees, he gazed at the sky shrouded in crimson, the collapsing and shattered hospital, the countless crystal pillars shooting from the ground, and the creepingly pulsating flesh scattered everywhere.
The figures transformed into monsters flailing their tentacles, hysterically laughing, gradually swelling.
As far as the eye could see, the world seemed to have turned into Hell.
But he wasn't afraid of Hell.
He had already crawled out from Hell, bestowed with the most precious treasure in the world; he wanted to live well, he wanted to make a difference. From that day forth, every day of Ji Jue's life was like Heaven!
And now...
The time of reckoning had come!
He extended his hand...
In the midst of the fierce battle, Lawrence's expression suddenly froze, once again feeling the severance of the Dragon Blood supply!