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In an instant.

Liu Di felt the world spin.

He could hardly believe it. The "father" he had searched for so long, the one he had imagined appearing countless times.

Liu Zhengqing, whom his mother had waited for so painfully yet who had never returned.

Was dead just like that.

And his remains were right before him.

Liu Di knew that if someone had vanished without a trace for over twenty years, they were most likely no longer alive.

But that was only speculation.

Those who waited for them would always hold on to a sliver of hope.

Now, the truth had been revealed.

The impact was still difficult for Liu Di to accept.

Mo Yu, standing at the hatchway, finally gathered his courage and cautiously stepped forward.

Liu Di bent down and quietly clenched the metal nameplate in his hand.

Mo Yu tentatively asked, "Is this Liu Zhengqing?"

Liu Di tightened his grip on the nameplate again.

Without realizing it, a mist had clouded his eyes. He slowly said, "I don't know. Probably not."

Mo Yu sensed that something was wrong.

He looked at Liu Di in confusion.

Suddenly, with a clatter, the skeleton collapsed to the ground and scattered apart.

Mo Yu jumped straight up in fright.

Liu Di's eyelid twitched.

Who had harmed Liu Zhengqing so badly?!

He took a deep breath, blinked hard, and surveyed the cabin.

The instrument components embedded in the surrounding walls were all too familiar to him. They were Liu Zhengqing's Consciousness Particle Machine.

Only this time, it was not a standalone device, but fixed in place using the walls.

In other words, this entire cabin was a Consciousness Particle Machine!

Liu Di could clearly see traces in the energy crate in the corner left behind by a Qi'ao Isotope reaction.

This