89: We will meet again

"Brother... can we switch our bodies back?"

She felt she was deeply sinful.

Vivian tried to wipe away her tears, but somehow, the more she wiped, the more they flowed.

The flowing tears made her feel somewhat helpless.

This is a human body.

Emotional and sentimental, impulsive and irrational, inefficient and fragile.

This was the human identity Vivian had once yearned for.

But why, at this moment, did the heart beating in her chest tell her that the feeling of becoming a human girl was so painful?

Could she, please, not be human anymore!

She didn't want to survive at the cost of her brother's sacrifice!

Seeing the girl unable to stop her tears, Meng Yun reached out his right hand and gently wiped them away for her.

As soon as his palm touched the girl's face, she crashed straight into Meng Yun's embrace.

Vivian tightly clutched the clothes on Meng Yun's back, her small face buried in his chest, her ear pressed tightly against his heart, but she could no longer hear her brother's once strong and powerful heartbeat.

Meng Yun sighed, gently patted the girl's back with his right hand, and softly comforted her:

"Vivian, birth, aging, sickness, and death are the norm for humans."

"Now, you are also human; you must learn to accept it."

Vivian's muffled voice came: "It's not the same, this is not the same..."

For some reason, the girl had a premonition.

This farewell might be a permanent one.

She would never again wake up to find herself in another reincarnation.

She would never again see Meng Yun playing different roles, but somehow, appearing before her.

This separation was a parting of life and death.

The moment Vivian thought that in the rest of her life, she would no longer see this figure beside her, she felt she couldn't breathe.

Sunrise and moonset, summer cicadas and winter snow.

None of it would concern him anymore.

After the Demonic Seed disappeared, this world could barely sustain her existence.

Even after transforming into a human, this rejection still persisted.

That's right, the Upper Realm was calling her.

But the thought of that unknown world, where Meng Yun's presence would no longer be, where there would be no more shared experiences, filled her with fear.

"Meow?" Ruyi, who had been observing from the side, gradually approached, then jumped onto the long bench.

With Vivian on one side, he also rested his head on Meng Yun's lap.

Although the cat was unruly, Meng Yun, both physically and psychologically, was the only master Ruyi recognized.

The cat didn't understand goodbyes.

The cat's entire world consisted only of its master.

"Ruyi, you're joining the fun too..."

Meng Yun stroked Ruyi's head, but this time it didn't make him purr and squint his eyes in enjoyment.

He lay listlessly, his cat eyes half-closed, lost in thought.

Sniff, sniff.

Forever imprinting Meng Yun's scent in his heart.

The girl was in his arms, the cat's head rested on his lap, surrounded by a bustling crowd, people coming and going.

The evening breeze softly blew, and the night was imbued with the scent of dew and lilacs.

Meng Yun felt life was complete, utterly complete.

His body began to grow heavy, his soul weary.

Even the Hellfire that constantly burned him, causing him unbearable pain, suddenly subsided for some reason.

Oh, Meng Yun realized in a daze.

It wasn't that the Hellfire had stopped burning; it was that his senses had become numb.

His sensory system began to malfunction.

But, what disappeared first was the most extreme pain, not the touch of the girl in his arms.

How could this not be Death's final generosity?

Meng Yun struggled, raising his weary eyelids to look at Vivian:

"Vivian, there's something I need to confess to you."

Meng Yun understood the girl's inner fragility.

Even if he were to die immediately, he feared that Vivian would be anxious and insecure in the future without him as her spiritual pillar.

Since that was the case, why not give her a glimmer of hope?

The girl couldn't help but stop sobbing, giving Meng Yun space to speak.

"Actually, my soul transmigrated to this world."

As soon as Meng Yun spoke, even the stunned Ruyi couldn't help but widen his eyes and look up at Meng Yun.

Meng Yun could feel the girl in his arms stiffen; clearly, such a thing, even for her who stood at the peak of the world, was somewhat fantastical.

"If you want evidence..." Meng Yun thought for a moment, then suddenly brought up Number Seven: "For example, Little Seven's short-sleeved hot pants jacket was something I copied from my original world..."

Little Seven's clothes, in today's somewhat conservative era, were nothing short of a bombshell, extremely challenging to people's perceptions.

It might even spark a trend!

"Meow!" Ruyi meowed.

He had thought that Meng Yun was simply lustful!

Meng Yun couldn't control others, so he started messing with his own creations.

"You're the lustful one!"

Meng Yun patted his head, then continued the topic:

"So sometimes, you might feel that I don't cherish my body, willing to pay any price to improve my strength..."

"Because I know that my soul will eventually return after I die, while your lives truly are one-time."

Upon hearing this, Vivian suddenly sat up, her eyes sparkling with bright light:

"So, Brother, you won't die, right?"

"Of course." Meng Yun smiled, as usual, stroking the girl's hair:

"But my world is too far, too far, so far that even I don't know how to reach it through normal means.

God Art Master is not the end, Vivian; this is just the beginning of your life's journey.

Perhaps one day, you will stand at the pinnacle of the Great Thousand Worlds. At that time, finding the coordinates to my world will be as easy as picking something out of a bag."

Encouraged by Meng Yun's words, Vivian rekindled her hope.

Whether it was true or false, she would go and see.

If it was true, then it was naturally a happy ending.

Even if it was false, it didn't matter.

As long as there were spells in this world that could reverse time and bring the dead back to life, she would one day see her brother again.

If the Upper Realm didn't work, then she would go to an even higher realm.

"Brother, let's pinky swear. Whoever lies is a puppy~" Vivian's tears turned to laughter as she held out her small hand to Meng Yun.

Meng Yun smiled at her and extended his right hand.

Their little fingers interlocked.

Their thumbs pressed tightly together.

Pinky swear, cross my heart, never change for a hundred years.

A thousand years.

Ten thousand years.

Never.

Your lifespan has reached its end.

Simulation ended.

Simulation evaluation in progress...

Their two hands remained tightly clasped, Meng Yun's lips curved in a smile, but he was already lifeless.

Vivian's expression remained unchanged, but the light in her eyes gradually faded.

Soul transmigration, meeting in another world.

What a clumsy lie, it was truly amazing that her brother could come up with it.

She wondered if her acting just now had successfully fooled her brother.

But Vivian had fully understood Meng Yun's painstaking efforts.

"Brother, I will cultivate well in the Upper Realm."

"But if... even at the end of the world, Vivian can't meet you, I will be angry."

"Ruyi, get up. Brother needs to go home and sleep now."

After shooing Ruyi away, Vivian took out the Coffin of Slumber that she hadn't used for a long time.

She placed Meng Yun inside it, so that even after thousands of years, the person inside would remain unchanged, perfectly preserved.

"I'm sorry, Brother, you said this broken coffin would mean I'd never sleep again. But, I still have to put you through this."

A coffin floated in mid-air, trailing beside Vivian.

"Meow..."

Ruyi followed closely behind Vivian.

The girl, without her brother, had to learn to grow up on her own.