Above the Mist, A World in the Clouds!

If they could redo their starting account, no one would refuse.

Zhu Zhengwei himself was an example of this before.

After all, people have too many regrets in this life. Even a young man in his early twenties like Zhu Zhengwei wished for a fresh start. What about this old man nearing the end of his life?

At this moment, Zeng Civen's lips moved, and his pupils dilated.

He looked around. It was as if all time in his hospital room had stopped. The people in the room were frozen.

"Am I dreaming?"

He thought blankly.

Zhu Zhengwei didn't answer, merely frowning slightly.

He saw a soul that was almost scattered, withered, and dead.

Just as reported online, he was about to reach the end of his lifespan. If he hadn't arrived in time, he probably wouldn't have lasted a few more days.

"I've arrived at just the right time."

"My world's ecosystem truly needs a top-tier 21st-century expert in biological genetic engineering to transform into a mysterious Witch Zhu who cultivates the 'Gu Raising and Beast Taming' chapter of the All Living Beings Scripture, conducting species transcendence in a prehistoric laboratory on an island."

Zhu Zhengwei silently sensed the Mobile Dream Network above, immediately establishing connections with nodes on several new servers, bridging them and pulling over a server channel.

"Open."

Zhu Zhengwei parted his lips slightly.

"What is that??"

The next second, Zeng Civen's eyes widened. He looked up and saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Boom.

Rumble!!

Like thunder shaking the heavens, a deafening roar.

The vast and magnificent Mobile Dream Network, like a giant snow-white cloud, seemed to stand at the edge of the hospital's sky, blocking out the sun, like clouds stretching for thousands of miles.

Within the giant white consciousness cloud, one could vaguely see rivers, mountains, oceans, swaying Immortal Grass, blooming flowers, massive city structures, and rustling figures.

Various natural sounds seemed to emanate from within.

The sound of wind, rain, water, and a strange, clear children's song drifted from the vast cloud layer, as if it contained a magnificent, fantastical, and grand world.

He tried to see the mysterious world of mountains and seas above the clouds. Strange thoughts surged into his mind, and he couldn't help but say, "I'm really dying. Is that the Primordial Heavenly Court, or the Underworld?"

Crash!!

Above the clouds, a massive soul power was drawn down, transforming into a beam of light that descended upon the hospital. It shone down like a pure white sword, slowly injecting into the old man's body, nourishing his withered soul.

Instantly, Zeng Civen felt his entire body gradually regaining its energy.

Zhu Zhengwei breathed a sigh of relief.

He had connected to the Mobile Dream Network and drawn a large amount of Qi and soul energy from the "server cloud" to nourish him. His life had been temporarily saved.

In the hospital room.

At this moment, Zheng Weiwei stood in the room, utterly bewildered.

She clearly brought the Qi back, but how could she transmit it?

Ultimately, what exactly was Qi?

It felt so nonsensical.

But in the next second, the old man sleeping on the hospital bed began to tremble violently in his sleep.

Zheng Weiwei was also stunned, then overjoyed: Qi, did it go through??

"Doctor, doctor!"

Someone nearby noticed the abnormality and shouted urgently. Several doctors rushed into the room.

Soon, white light shone down, and a group of doctors began checking all sorts of data.

"His heart rate is actually accelerating."

"The patient's brain activity is intense."

At this very moment.

Zeng Civen was in a peculiar state.

He could clearly see the doctors and nurses rushing to save him outside, as if looking through a large, transparent piece of glass.

"Who exactly are you??"

He turned his head and looked at the mysterious, handsome young man before him. A tear mole adorned his eye, his figure was perfectly proportioned, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly aura.

"Are you the King of Hell?"

"Am I having a deathbed vision?"

Zeng Civen maintained a calm facade, took a deep breath, and said, "This world truly has strange powers and spirits, a true Underworld, a Ghost City of Fengdu. Are you here to take me?"

It started with the three essential questions.

However, Zhu Zhengwei could understand. Faced with such an unbelievable event, maintaining composure was already extremely difficult.

"Fengdu, the underworld?"

Zhu Zhengwei looked with him at the doctors outside who were trying to save him. This was a spiritual sight, perceiving the outside world with his soul. His mastery of Dreamscape techniques was only growing.

His expression turned peaceful:

"Fengdu, the underworld. If you really want to put it that way, then perhaps that's how it is."

After all, the underworld in myths and legends was where ghosts resided, and his Dream Net world right now bore a striking resemblance.

Zhu Zhengwei stopped thinking about extraneous matters and began to get down to business.

Whoosh!

Everything around him became transparent, illusory.

Behind Zhu Zhengwei, it was as if a vast world existed.

Standing before that world, his pair of pure eyes seemed to contain infinite mysteries. He spoke softly:

"Who I am is not important. In past eras, people indeed often referred to us by various names; there was no fixed appellation."

Zhu Zhengwei pointed to the sky, getting straight to the point: "There's no need to ask the reasons in detail. I'll only ask one thing: if you are willing, can you go to that world, return to the moment of your birth, shed your decaying body, and live your life anew, returning to your parents' home when you were young? If you are unwilling, I'll turn and leave. It's that simple."

"Return to the moment of birth, life returning to childhood?" His eyes widened.

As the saying goes:

Flowers bloom again, but youth never returns.

He had already grown so frail, with a house full of descendants, on the brink of death, and yet he could live another life??

He was born during the Republic of China era and was now one hundred and two years old. Living a century was already more than enough, decades older than Zheng Linshou, making him a legendary figure of the oldest generation. In that war-torn period, those turbulent times, his childhood had been too difficult, marked by repeated disasters and pain. His parents, siblings, relatives, and friends were long gone!

If he could be resurrected now, brought to another time and space by this mysterious being before him, would those deceased relatives and friends also come back to life?

If his family couldn't come back, how could it be said that he could return to his childhood?

"I won't lie to you."

Zhu Zhengwei seemed to see his hesitation. "You will return to the moment you were born, the very beginning of your life, and they will also be resurrected and go to that world with you."

Zeng Civen was completely stunned.

Even they would be resurrected, along with him.

In an instant, his eyes reddened, and his whole body trembled!

His quiescent heart, which had completely accepted death, was reignited. He felt as if an incredible, fantastical, and magnificent world was unfolding before him. He was being led into it by the man before him, already with one foot over the threshold.

What kind of power was this, capable of reversing time and space?

Even resurrecting the people around him, to live another life with him?

It was terrifying to think about, yet his heart felt exhilarated, and he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

"I am willing."

Zeng Civen's gaze was burning and sharp. He agreed immediately, without hesitation.

Ultimately, whatever the other party expected, he didn't care. What did this old man on the verge of death have left to lose?

Moreover, his family, some cherished memories that haunted his dreams, the smoke and fire of war, some deeply regretted events that had become his nightmares over the years.

Everyone said he was carefree, detached from life and death, with no regrets, but who knew that in his later years, he had sighed many times? The older he got, the more he couldn't help but look back on his life, and he had thought about what if life could be lived again.

Zeng Civen paused, then said earnestly, "May I ask, sir, is there any price to pay?"

"Price?"

Zhu Zhengwei turned around and looked out the hospital room window. Sunlight fell on his face, making him look like an ancient Immortal with an extraordinary aura. "You'll know soon enough."

Zhu Zhengwei turned and left.

"However, let me remind you, your soul will descend into that world simultaneously. Reality will persist, but after waking, you will barely remember it, only scattered fragments."

Hearing this, Zeng Civen felt it was indeed like Fengdu, the underworld.

A soul traveling, a dream entering Fengdu?

After waking, the memories of the underworld could not be brought to the mortal world?

He seemed to have heard of similar ancient strange tales.

After all, he was born in that era, and his parents' surroundings were often superstitious. He understood some things.

So, was that world he saw just now, towering above everyone's heads, the Heavenly Court or the Underworld?

"You just need to make some preparations."

Zhu Zhengwei completely disappeared.

Zeng Civen wanted to say something more, but he felt his mind grow hazy, as if he were swimming in the depths of the sea, only sensing a faint glimmer of light ahead.

"He's awake! He's finally awake!"

"Ai, Grandpa's complexion has actually improved!"

Zeng Civen opened his eyes and saw several people gathered around his hospital bed, all looking at him with concerned gazes.

"Incredible, truly incredible. His body seems to have rejuvenated instantly, yet nothing has been detected. It's as if it's related to consciousness," a medical professor said while organizing the data from various examinations. He expressed relief that there were no further dangers, while also being astonished, as if he had discovered some inexplicable anomaly.

For a moment, Zeng Civen did indeed feel a surge of energy. He had been on the verge of senile dementia, his speech slurred and his responses delayed, but now he felt his mental state was better than ever. He couldn't help but feel confused, thinking to himself, "What did I just see? My memory is so hazy."

Vaguely, he felt as if he had just experienced something terrifying in the realm between life and death.

Myths, Immortals, the Underworld, soul-reaping – such words swirled in his mind, but upon closer thought, he felt something was being blocked.

Think carefully.

Think very carefully!

Yet, he couldn't recall what it was.

He only heard Zheng Weiwei, standing beside him, exclaim loudly, "This Qi really worked! Like a withered tree blooming in spring! It extended his life and saved him!"