Chapter 2

• The discovery that dimensional power users possessed the remarkable ability to teleport and forge their own domains ignited a profound sense of purpose within Yan Shu.
• Suddenly, the horizon of possibilities expanded before him, beckoning him towards unexplored realms of potential and influence.
• However, amidst the exhilaration stirred by this revelation, Yan Shu grappled with the weight of uncertainty that veiled the precise extent of these extraordinary abilities.
• How far could one push the boundaries of teleportation?
• What limits defined the creation of one's own domain?
• These questions lingered like elusive shadows, casting doubt upon the true extent of his newfound powers.
• As Yan Shu delved deeper into the complexities of dimensional manipulation, the enigma of uncharted territories loomed ever larger, promising both boundless opportunity and formidable challenges.
• Each step forward carried him further into the uncharted depths of his own capabilities, where the mysteries of the dimensional realm awaited his fearless exploration.
• The newfound understanding of his dimensional powers served as a profound source of solace for Yan Shu, reshaping his perception of himself and his place in the world.
• What had once been perceived as a weakness now emerged as a beacon of hope, empowering him to embrace his unique abilities and navigate the challenges that lay ahead with newfound courage and determination.
• However, amidst Yan Shu's internal transformation, a curious dichotomy emerged in the perceptions of those around him.
• While Wu Xiayi had always known him as a gentle soul, others seemed to view him through a different lens, attributing to him a sense of fierceness that contradicted her understanding of him.
• This discrepancy left Wu Xiayi questioning whether these individuals were truly referring to the same Yan Shu from her childhood, or if there existed a side of him that she had yet to fully comprehend.
• As doubts gnawed at her perception of Yan Shu's identity, Wu Xiayi found herself caught between the memories of the gentle soul she had known and the conflicting portrayals presented by others, prompting her to reconsider her understanding of the person he had become.
• "Go, go, save yourself. I'd be happy to get a peaceful nap before I die," mumbled Wu Xiayi, attempting to focus as she gazed into Yan Shu's face.
• "What nonsense are you saying?! I won't let you die! Why am I not at the king level? Why can't I teleport you into my space?" Yan Shu exclaimed, a mix of frustration and anxiety evident in his voice.
• The man endeavored to lift Wu Xiayi, who could only move her mouth and thoughts. As he cradled her, he began to sob uncontrollably, holding Yan Shu tightly. It was an emotionally charged moment, filled with desperation and a sense of impending loss.
• "You foolish man, don't cry. My body is severely damaged. Anyway, in the end, I will die. As a power user, you must endure to help our families, alright? Strive to become a king-level, perhaps with your own domain, so you can eliminate enemies effortlessly," Wu Xiayi uttered between gasps, her breaths staggered from the fatigue of speaking at length to comfort her eccentric friend.
• The gravity of the situation and the weight of her words hung heavily in the air, creating a poignant scene of sacrifice and determination.
• "Don't talk too much. No one's crying here!" he deflected, though tears had already trickled down Yan Shu's face, dampening Xiayi's form. "I'll save you, Xiayi, then our families, and I will become a king-level," Yan Shu declared, navigating through the crumbling breeding facility under falling debris and dust, the air thick with imminent collapse.
• "Yeah, yeah, I'll leave those things to you. Oh, Yan Shu, the crybaby, turns out you've become quite reliable," Wu Xiayi murmured, her voice growing weaker as the situation intensified.
• Xiayi closed her eyes, the weight on them becoming overwhelming, her consciousness slipping away as if drifting into a long, undisturbed slumber.
• "Okay, conserve your energy. Don't talk too much. We're almost out," Yan Shu shouted, his breaths ragged.
• Moments later, Xiayi, on the verge of falling asleep, felt her body jolt. Then, the panicked tone in Yan Shu's voice reached her ears.
• "No, no, keep talking, Xiayi. Make sure to keep talking to me. Don't stay silent and make me scared."
• Xiayi wanted to respond, but everything felt too heavy. Even moving her lips seemed beyond her capabilities.
• In this crucial moment, Xiayi sensed a powerful gravitational force pulling at her body.
• Suddenly, she felt a collision and something falling onto her.
• A searing, agonizing pain erupted throughout her entire being, as if her own body had shattered into delicate fragments, crumbling like fragile porcelain.
• Then, the inexplicable loss of bodily sensation left her feeling as though she were no longer a tangible entity, as if her form had been wrested away from her.
• The unfolding of this surreal experience happened in a disorienting and mysterious manner, a cascade of events that defied comprehension.
• "Xiayi! Xiayi! Wait for me! You have to hold on! I'm coming down there!"
• Yan Shu's desperate roar penetrated Xiayi's ears and consciousness, a bewildering buzz that seemed to encapsulate everything.
• Eyelids, burdened as if by thousands of tons, finally managed to open. Xiayi gazed upwards at blurry silhouettes.
• It was as if Yan Shu, navigating through the hole and clearing away obstacles, was attempting a descent into the unknown abyss to rescue her.
• "Yan Shu..."
• Ah, finally, Wu Xiayi discerned that she had descended into some sort of chasm or abyss. However, in this eerie moment, she found herself unable to perceive any part of her body, except for the weight that was steadily intensifying on her eyelids, now closing in silent surrender.
• "Xiayi!"
• Wu Xiayi's whispered reassurance fell like a delicate veil over the somber atmosphere, attempting to soothe the raw edges of pain.
• With her eyes fluttering shut, she surrendered to the encompassing darkness, feeling as though she was being drawn into an abyss of unknown depths.
• Amidst the encroaching shadows, haunting echoes of Yan Shu's tormented cries reverberated in Xiayi's waning awareness, a poignant reminder of unresolved anguish.
• In her final moments, Wu Xiayi's heart ached with the fervent wish for her family to extend their arms of compassion towards the grieving Yan Shu, offering him solace and the warmth of understanding.
• She longed for their presence to be a balm to his wounded spirit, soothing the jagged edges of his sorrow with tender care and unwavering support.
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