HCB Chapter 4802
Chapter 4802
Guan Longyue's eyes flickered, and she gave Zhang Yi a deep look. However, with Fuxi's identity as a background, she seemed to be able to accept many unreasonable things.
As for Yang Xinxin, she simply raised the corners of her mouth slightly, seemingly unsurprised at all.
Whether Zhang Yi is a reincarnated person or not, and what does that matter?
Given his various abnormalities after the apocalypse, the most reasonable explanation is that he is a reborn person.
Yang Xinxin had actually thought of this long ago.
Because she didn't see any ability in Zhang Yi to foresee the distant future.
Therefore, everything that happened in Yuelu Community, as well as the supplies in that entire South China warehouse, can only be explained by the reborn.
Fuxi showed no surprise whatsoever, not even a change in his gaze.
He smiled slightly: "Reborn? In this era of great mutation, many things are possible. For higher-dimensional life forms, time is nothing more than a progress bar that can be dragged at will."
His voice carried an unfathomable composure, as if he had witnessed countless changes in time and was no longer moved by anything.
Zhang Yi was shocked. Fuxi's words made him realize that what he thought was rebirth might not be anything special.
This ancient entity, having traversed countless years, has long since developed a completely different understanding of time.
He lowered his head, trying to process the information.
Zhang Yi then went on to recount his experiences on the moon.
He described in detail the confrontation with Samael, the history of the Lunarian Empire, and the omens of those inevitable cataclysms.
He mentioned what he saw and heard on the moon, hoping that Fuxi could provide some guidance to help them cope with the impending disaster.
After listening, Fuxi maintained his calm demeanor.
"No rush, just tell me slowly."
He said, “I have much more time than you do, so why rush things? I have plenty of time and patience, and I’m willing to listen to anything you have to say.”
His voice was like the whisper of time, revealing an incomparably profound wisdom.
Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin exchanged a glance, and a sense of inexplicable comfort welled up in their hearts.
Fuxi's reaction was not as indifferent as they had imagined; on the contrary, it was full of understanding and tolerance.
Zhang Yi continued to recount the details of his trip to the moon, talking about his contact with the high-ranking Lunarians, Samael's true intentions, and how they struggled to survive in this threatening universe.
He expressed his hope that the dragon race, as humanity's angelic race, could provide guidance and assistance to humanity in the face of future catastrophes.
However, just as Zhang Yi was expecting a response from Fuxi, Bai Longzi Yuanmo spoke coldly, his voice carrying an inhuman chill:
"Ancestor, there's no need to worry about these humans. Humans are ultimately just passing through. We dragons are not gods and cannot change the laws of the universe."
Zhang Yi's heart tightened, and he felt a little nervous.
He knew that the dragons' indifference was not without reason; after all, they had existed for millions of years and understood the cruelty and ruthlessness of the universe better than humans.
However, he did not want to let his and his friends' fates be abandoned like this.
He knew that without the help of the dragons, they would face great danger.
Surprisingly, Fuxi was not angered by this, and seemed unaffected.
He slowly turned to Zhang Yi, a gentle light flashing in his eyes. "I see a very interesting future in the two of you."
He said quietly, "You are not only outcasts among humans, but also the key to this future battle of destiny. Perhaps it is you who can bring new hope to this world."
Zhang Yi was startled. He felt that Fuxi's words were like a revelation, as if this destiny had truly been destined for them.