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Chapter 877: The moment of returning to the soul

A distant and familiar voice hovered in the heart of the long night on the edge.

He seemed to have finally escaped from the trouble of tinnitus and the binding of his original origin, and once again returned to his consciousness.

"Long night, long night!"

The sound was still echoing.

But the Edge of Changye didn't know who the voice was, nor did he know that he could respond to the voice.

He couldn't remember it, he couldn't remember anything.

But this feeling is not amnesia.

He was able to recall all the things he had experienced and all the people he knew, but despite this, he still could not match the voice and memories.

Because he felt that those memories were not his memories, and those scenes that had been staged in front of him like flowing water did not have any real sense to him.

"Long Night!" the voice was still calling.

At the same time, with the call of the male voice, a female voice also began to call.

Ah, this female voice seems to have a greater sense of familiarity than the male voice.

The long night on the edge comes to my mind.

But despite this, those disordered memories still could not allow him to build the appearance of these voice masters, and he could not see the faces of these people calling him.

But at this moment, a noun suddenly flashed through his mind.

Gear City.

"Where is Gear City...?" That feeling of familiarity and personal experience hit the heart of the long night on the edge.

This term is like a plug that blocks a wine barrel. When the plug is pulled out at night on the edge, the strange memories stored in the barrel are all poured out and spread one by one to every inch of space in his heart.

"Xie Lan?" So, in the torrent of memories that could suddenly regain their real feelings one by one, the long night on the edge grabbed one of the familiar names.

"Long Night?" And the name that called him seemed to suddenly be excited, and the voice was filled with overflowing hope.

"Elys...?" Then, he trembled and said the next name.

This time, the female voice even cried.

The edge of the night feels like I have re-recognized these people with these names, with subtle emotions.

...

Under Xie Lan's guidance, the long night of the border finally slowly returned to the state he should have.

"This feels like Zhuang Zhou Xiao dreams of a butterfly." The long night on the edge truthfully expressed his feelings in the time when he was separated from his soul space just now.

Because until now, he still couldn't tell whether it was the real world or the real world just now.

"I have been reminding you before, not to continue to integrate your origin, but unexpectedly something happened." Xie Lan shook his head and sighed.

"So what happened during this period of time when my consciousness was wandering?" The body of the long night on the edge floated in the soul space, asking while rubbing his eyes.

Xie Lan looked at the edge of the night in front of her and then slowly opened her mouth after taking a few deep breaths of air.

"When the 'end origin' in your hand burst out, we lost contact with you directly." Xie Lan shook his head, "At that time, the entire soul space was trapped in unprecedented darkness. We could not sense what you saw and thought, and could only maintain a subtle connection with your essence."

"During this quiet period, we have also tried to let Elise replace your control or directly enter the realm with methods such as soul phase or dimension breaking, but they all failed without exception. "Xie Lan's tone was a little disappointed, "because in that case, we who only maintain a subtle connection with you cannot do these things."

As he said that, Xie Lan paused and then changed his mind.

"But, over time, I discovered through the only remaining connection that your consciousness also changed."

"Change? What kind of change?" asked Bai Changye with a frown.

"We found that the control of your body was being affected or controlled by something else." Xie Lan said in a deep voice, "Although your spirit was almost divided by the absorbed sources you spread out, despite this, a consciousness that came from unknown places invaded your origin and directly controlled almost all your actions at that time."

"This... "Border Longye felt a little uneasy, "But I have no real sense of what you said. I can hardly recall what happened after the outbreak of the final origin."

"Well, I probably understand this, but I suggest you continue listening to me." Xie Lan waved his hand and continued.

"You said." Bian Changye nodded and calmed down.

"Didn't I just say that the control of your body was taken away by the consciousness that came from unknown places?" Xie Lan said slowly, "But after the unknown consciousness took away your body, another force from outside appeared and forcibly expelled the unknown consciousness, and then once again affected your physical behavior."

"Why does this sound like a puppet? I was pulled around by threads from nowhere." The edge of Changye frowned slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

"Yes, judging from the situation at that time, your situation gave me the feeling that it was exactly like this." Xie Lan nodded, "And the most subtle thing is that you have almost no memory of that time now, right?"

"Well, that's true." The edge of the night replied, "so I have no impression of it except that black light column."

"So this is the real mystery." Xie Lan sighed, "What invaded your body when your consciousness was stripped away by the origin, and what affected your subsequent behavior?"

"Hey, but in short, although these questions are still unclear, you must remember this." He quickly took back his words and Xie Lan turned the topic to the right track, "You'd better never use that so-called final origin. Although I don't know what you were thinking at that time and why did you think this way, but after hearing from me, don't use this skill again, okay?"

"I understand." Bian Changye nodded, "After all, I am gradually recalling the tearing feeling brought to consciousness by the diffusion of the origin. If possible, I will never want to reminisce about that feeling again."
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