If one could retrain the Initial Account, surely no one would be unwilling.
Zhu Zhengwei himself had been an example before.
After all, people accumulated far too many regrets over a lifetime. Even a young man in his early twenties like Zhu Zhengwei wished he could restart his life—so what about an old man on the brink of his final years?
At that moment, Zeng Civen's lips moved, and his pupils widened.
He looked around. It was as if time in his hospital room had completely stopped, with everyone inside frozen in place.
"Am I dreaming?"
He thought blankly.
Zhu Zhengwei did not answer, merely furrowing his brows slightly.
He saw a soul that had almost completely fallen apart, withered, and died.
Just as the reports online had said, he was about to die of old age. If Zhu Zhengwei had not arrived in time, he probably would not have lasted more than a few days.
"I arrived at just the right time."
"My Minecraft ecosystem does indeed need a top modern twenty-first-century expert in Genetic Engineering, transformed into a mysterious Blessing Shaman who cultivates the 'Gu Raising and Beast Taming' chapter of the All Living Beings Scripture and conducts the transcendentalization of species in an ancient prehistoric laboratory on an island."
Zhu Zhengwei silently sensed the Mobile Dream Network above. He immediately connected with several new server nodes, bridged them, and pulled a server passage over.
"Open."
Zhu Zhengwei slightly parted his lips.
"What is that??"
The next second, Zeng Civen's eyes widened. He raised his head and saw the unforgettable scene of his lifetime.
Boom.
Rumble!!
It was like thunder shaking the heavens, followed by a tremendous roar.
The enormous, magnificent Mobile Dream Network resembled a vast snow-white cloud layer. It seemed to tower in the distant sky above the hospital, blotting out the heavens and earth like clouds stretching ten thousand miles.
Within that enormous white consciousness cloud, one could vaguely see rivers, mountains, oceans, swaying Immortal Herbs, blooming flowers, colossal city buildings, and rustling human figures.
All kinds of faint natural sounds seemed to come from within.
The sounds of wind, rain, and water, as well as a strangely crisp children's song, drifted from that vast cloud layer, as if it contained a majestic, fantastical, and magnificent world.
He tried to see clearly the mysterious world of mountains and seas above the clouds. All sorts of strange thoughts surged through his mind, and he unconsciously said, "I really am about to die. Is that the Primordial Heavenly Court, or the underworld?"
Whoosh!!
Above the cloud summit, an enormous force of soul was drawn out and transformed into a ray of radiance. It descended over the hospital like a pure-white sword of light, slowly pouring into the old man before him and nourishing his withered soul.
For a moment, Zeng Civen felt his entire body gradually fill with vigor.
Zhu Zhengwei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After connecting to the Mobile Dream Network and drawing in vast amounts of qi and Soul energy from the "server cloud," his life had been temporarily secured.
Inside the hospital room.
At that moment, Zheng Weiwei stood in the room, looking utterly perplexed.
She had clearly brought the qi back, but how was it supposed to be transmitted over?
When all was said and done, what exactly was qi?
It all felt completely nonsensical.
But in the next second, the old man sleeping on the hospital bed began to tremble violently in his sleep.
Zheng Weiwei froze as well, then suddenly rejoiced. The qi... could it have gone over??
"Doctor, doctor!"
The people nearby noticed the abnormality and shouted urgently. Several doctors hurried into the room.
Soon, white light shone down, and a group of doctors began checking all the readings.
"His heart rate is actually increasing."
"The patient's brain activity is extremely intense."
At that moment.
Zeng Civen was in a strange state.
He could clearly see the doctors and nurses treating him outside, as if he were quietly watching them through a huge pane of transparent glass.
"Who exactly are you?"
He turned and looked at the mysterious, handsome young man before him. A mole adorned the corner of his eye, and his perfectly proportioned figure gave him an ethereal, immortal air.
"Are you King Yama?"
"Am I seeing the lanterns of my life flashing by?"
Zeng Civen forced his expression to remain calm, took a deep breath, and said, "So ghosts and gods really exist in this world? The underworld, the Ghost City of Fengdu—are you here to take me?"
He had launched straight into the three essential questions.
Still, Zhu Zhengwei could understand. To remain calm in the face of such an unbelievable matter was already extremely rare.
"Fengdu, the underworld?"
Zhu Zhengwei watched the doctors treating him outside alongside him. This was the method of spiritual vision, sensing the outside world through the soul. His dream techniques were becoming more and more practiced.
His expression gradually settled into calmness.
"If you insist on calling it the underworld of Fengdu, then understand it that way. Perhaps that is indeed what it is."
After all, the underworld in myth and legend was where ghosts dwelled, while his Dream Network World before him happened to bear a striking resemblance to it.
Zhu Zhengwei stopped dwelling on irrelevant matters and began handling the real business.
Whoosh!
Everything around them grew transparent, becoming illusory.
Behind Zhu Zhengwei seemed to be a vast world.
Standing before that world, his clear eyes seemed to contain endless mysteries. He spoke softly:
"Who I am is not important. In ages past, people often addressed us by various titles. There was never any fixed title."
Zhu Zhengwei pointed at the sky and got straight to the point. "There is no need to ask about the reason. I will ask you only this: if you are willing, you may go to that world, return to the moment of your birth, cast off your decayed body, live your life again, and return to your parents' home in your childhood. If you are unwilling, I will simply turn and leave. It is that simple."
"Return to the moment of my birth and go back to childhood?" His eyes widened.
As the saying went:
Flowers bloomed again, but people never became young again.
He had already grown this old, with descendants filling the family and death close at hand. Could he really live another life?
He had been born during the Republic era and was now one hundred and two years old. Having lived for a century, he had certainly lived long enough—he was even several decades older than Zheng Linshou, making him one of the oldest legendary figures alive. His childhood during that era of war and upheaval had been unbearably harsh. After disaster and suffering piled upon disaster and suffering, his parents, siblings, relatives, and friends had long since passed away!
If he could truly be resurrected and be taken by this mysterious existence to another time and space, would those deceased relatives and friends live again as well?
If his family could not live again, how could he return to childhood?
"I will not deceive you."
Zhu Zhengwei seemed to see his hesitation. "You will return to the moment of your birth, to the beginning of your life. They will be resurrected as well and travel with you to that world."
Zeng Civen was completely stunned.
Even they would be resurrected and go with me.
In an instant, his eyes reddened, and his entire body trembled!
His heart, which had completely accepted death, was rekindled. He felt as if an incredible, fantastical, and magnificent world were unfolding before him, and the man before him was guiding him inside. One foot had already crossed the threshold.
What kind of power was this? Could it reverse time and space?
Could even the people around him be resurrected and live another life with him?
It was simply terrifying the more he thought about it, yet his heart surged with exhilaration, and he could not help wanting to laugh aloud.
"I am willing."
Zeng Civen's gaze burned brightly. He agreed at once, without the slightest hesitation.
In the end, whatever the other party expected was irrelevant to him. What could this old man on the verge of death possibly have left to lose?
Besides, his family, the memories he yearned for, the wartime smoke and fire, and the things he deeply regretted had become nightmares haunting him over the years.
Everyone said he was carefree, had seen through life and death, and had no regrets. But who knew that even in his old age, he had sighed with regret several times? The older he grew, the more he could not help looking back over his life. He had even wondered what would happen if life could begin again.
Zeng Civen paused, then asked seriously, "May I ask, Your Excellency, is there a price?"
"A price?"
Zhu Zhengwei turned around and looked toward the window outside the hospital room. Sunlight spilled onto his face, making him resemble an ancient immortal of extraordinary bearing. "You will know soon enough."
Zhu Zhengwei turned and left.
"However, I should warn you: your soul will descend into that world at the same time. Reality will continue to exist, but after awakening, you will remember almost nothing, apart from a few scattered fragments."
Hearing this, Zeng Civen felt that it truly was Fengdu, the underworld, or something of the sort.
His soul would travel there, entering Fengdu in a dream?
After awakening, he would be unable to bring his memories of the underworld back to the mortal realm?
He seemed to have heard similar ancient tales of the strange and supernatural.
After all, he had been born in that era. There had been plenty of superstition among his parents and neighbors, and he understood some of it himself.
Then, that cloud-top world towering above everyone's heads—was it the heavens, or the underworld?
"You only need to make a few preparations."
Zhu Zhengwei vanished completely.
Zeng Civen still wanted to say something, but his mind had already grown hazy, as if he were swimming deep beneath the sea. He could only sense wisps of light before his eyes.
"He's awake! He's finally awake!"
"Ah, why has the old man's complexion improved so much?"
Zeng Civen opened his eyes and saw several people gathered around the bed, all gazing at him with concern.
"Incredible, incredible. His body seems to have suddenly become younger, but the examinations show nothing. It's as if it's related to his consciousness..." A medical professor sorted through the examination data. While marveling at how the danger had passed, he also grew astonished, as though he had discovered some incomprehensible abnormality.
For a moment, Zeng Civen felt that his energy really had become more abundant. He had nearly become senile, speaking haltingly and always responding half a beat late, yet now he felt better than ever. He could not help becoming confused and thought, I feel like I saw something just now, but my memory of it is blurry.
Somewhere in his mind, he vaguely remembered that something immensely terrifying had happened between life and death.
Myths, immortals, the underworld, soul-taking—various words revolved through his mind, but when he thought about them carefully, it felt as if something had been cut off.
Think carefully.
Think harder!
Yet he still could not figure out what it was.
Then he heard Zheng Weiwei beside him cry out in surprise, "This breath really worked! A withered tree has bloomed again! It extended his life and saved him!"
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