A cold notification sounded in Little White's consciousness.
The link had been severed.
This meant that Su Ming's life imprint
had completely dissipated within that Chaos.
Little White's projection dimmed slightly.
He let out a desolate sigh.
He knew that
the pull of the rules would soon drag him back,
randomly send him into the next universe, bind him to the next ignorant or arrogant "Child of Destiny,"
and repeat that process of "issuing missions—assisting growth—witnessing success or failure."
He turned around
and looked at the tense Ancient Spirit, intending to raise a cup of nonexistent tea
and make a carefree farewell.
At the instant his projected arm lifted—
"Buzz!"
A faint yet incomparably familiar soul fluctuation
traversed endless Chaos and nothingness
and suddenly reconnected to his perception core!
Little White's entire projection instantly froze.
His half-raised "hand" stopped in midair.
His eyes, formed from flowing data light,
slowly widened in disbelief.
The streams of code within them flashed wildly,
repeatedly verifying and confirming the result.
"Su... Su Ming?! It's Su Ming's aura!"
Little White's voice warped slightly with shock.
"The connection... has been reestablished?!
He's not dead?!
And...
this life aura... is growing stronger?!
How is that possible?!"
Ancient Spirit also noticed Little White's abnormal state and was utterly stunned.
"What?!
That kid is still alive? After an explosion like that?!"
Immersed in overwhelming shock, Little White's mind raced,
eliminating possibility after possibility.
Had some external supreme existence intervened?
Unlikely.
Even death and reality themselves might not dare to enter that Chaos annihilation domain lightly.
Was Pangu Origin protecting him?
But Pangu Origin had been reversed as well...
Could it be...
An extraordinarily bold conjecture surfaced in Little White's core logic.
Could it be...
that he had accidentally triggered some kind of...
nirvana?
Or perhaps... Chaos itself was some