The fox tail made of spiritual energy burst into a brilliant blue fireball in space. The "Living Saint," wielding a giant sword and with wings on their back, tore through the obstructing flames, yet saw that the "intruder" had already crashed like a cannonball into one of the force field generators of the Star Gate's main ring.

In the silent space, a tiny blood flower silently bloomed, its bright red color boiling quickly in the vacuum environment, turning into a diffusive mist that slowly seeped into the inside of the Star Gate.

The energy creature known as the "Living Saint" still stood quietly in space, maintaining the last pose of tearing through the sea of fire and raising the giant sword, as if frozen in time.

Then after two or three seconds, the radiant figure suddenly "flickered" for a moment, as if the energy cycle inside had rebooted. Their body quickly dimmed and reassembled, before starting to move again.

The large light wings gently flapped, an action meaningless in a vacuum, but ripples of illusion spread around the "Living Saint" as they flew towards where the intruder had "fallen" to hover just a few meters above the force field generator, slowly patrolling.

What to look for? What's here?

What just happened?

Memory was rapidly fading, there were inexplicable contradictions in the action commands, Spiritual Intuition seemed to have noise difficult to analyze, something in the environment was changing, but it was beyond the perception boundary.

The "Living Saint" landed next to the force field generator, and a strange red mark on the armor caught their attention. They bent down, rubbed the suspicious mark with fingers made of light, but found that the red mark disappeared like an illusion.

Several light fighter jets soon flew over from a defense platform at the edge of the Star Gate, having observed the space flash and explosion, they immediately came to check the situation.

A fighter jet approached the "Living Saint" and hovered in front of them, as the spiritual ability user on the fighter jet began communicating with this powerful spiritual energy being to try and figure out what happened here.

The rear command center inquired: "What's the situation over by the Star Gate?"

"Don't know... Seems no enemies, the Envoy said it was a...'hallucination'."

"Hallucination?"

"That's right, that's the result of the communication."

"... Understood, we'll arrange for the Spiritual Stability Room here, please have the Envoy return to Star Castle to rest."

"Understood."

The fleet dispersed.

...

In the Control Hall of the Otherworld Inn, the holographic projection screen still showed the last scene of the "Living Saint" tearing through the flames and standing with a raised sword. Erin and Hu Li were chattering excitedly: "See, I said there'd be a disaster soon, didn't even last two moves..."

"Three moves! The Savior's slam to the ground counts as one!"

"... Silly fox, do you think Yu Sheng even doing his business looks cool?"

"Anyway, the Savior is impressive, I saw with my tail, when he fell, he was like this," Hu Li gestured with her hands, "like this, 'boom,' so cool!"

Erin pursed her lips: "How many points do you think he got for this fatal fall?"

Hu Li's tail was lifted with excitement: "Nine points!"

"I think eight at most—high on creativity, but the scene wasn't impressive, not like the time we battled the Inference Star Body," Erin said, sitting with arms crossed, "if he had gone down with a bunch of Blood Grenades, maybe 8.5..."

A fox and a puppet clustered beside the Captain's seat discussing enthusiastically, while Luo at the communication desk was stunned listening. She felt her moral compass and sense of humor clashing in her mind, almost killing the rational bystander in her—so strong was the inn's corporate culture that she almost missed the Spirit Mushrooms in the Black Forest.

By the time the topic reached whether "riding a fox tail to crash into the Star Gate was creative or challenging," Luo couldn't hold it anymore: "Hey, I get that the boss is immortal, but isn't this topic a bit heavy?"

Just as she finished speaking, a large face of Yu Sheng appeared on the wall by the viewing window nearby: "Right, I'm not even cold in the grave yet and you two are discussing this, so heartless..."

Then there was an exclamation from the communication device, and Luo's figure vanished from the holographic projection—she had fallen off her chair.

Erin stood up, hands on hips, proudly puffing out her chest towards Yu Sheng's metallic face: "I'm sincere!"

Yu Sheng: "Heartless is just a figure of speech..."

"Savior, Savior, are you okay?" Hu Li stood up happily from the chair and wanted to snuggle up to Yu Sheng, but now he was just an isolated ghost face projected on the wall. Frustrated, she could only wag her tail vigorously, but even then, she didn't forget to report the happenings, "Oh right, the Living Saint wandered around for a while after that but seemed to find nothing, then left—the Star Gate defenders didn't react much, a few fighter-like ships briefly flew towards the Star Gate then returned near the Star Castle..."

"Expected scenario," Yu Sheng nodded slightly at Hu Li's report (or rather, his face bobbed up and down), "it shows one thing clearly: as long as I die fast enough, the accident scene can't chase me."

This is the worth of dying abruptly.

"Boss, you can't do this..." At this moment, Luo's voice came through the communicator again; a hand appeared near the edge of the holographic projection before Luo, rubbing his head, came back into view, "At least consider that there are ordinary people with normal views among your employees—like me."

Yu Sheng thought about it but couldn't figure out who she was criticizing—it seemed she was criticizing both the travel agency and the Black Spot.

He then ignored Luo's subsequent ramblings and slowly composed himself, beginning to feel the subtle connection established by the blood.

Yu Sheng's mind hadn't fully returned to the reality of the Universe—the Otherworld Inn, this special "body" allowed him a temporary channel to communicate with others before complete Resurrection, and in his primary perception, he was still an indeterminate "Spiritual Body" floating amidst the chaos of life and death.

The darkness flooded his "vision," the new connection established by the blood sketched a grand illusion in Yu Sheng's perception, and he felt his mind gradually adapting to a new "carrier," like... a system generating drivers for new hardware.

It seemed that with the frequent use of power, his control over this connection and change was becoming increasingly proficient; not only was he able to vaguely grasp the specific details of the process, but he could even make some "adjustments," no longer relying purely on intuition like at the start.

In almost an instant, he "understood" the operation of that Star Gate.

Not involving principles, unrelated to technology. Yu Sheng still knew nothing about those things based on the vast knowledge systems and intricate engineering theories, but like piloting the Otherworld Inn, he instinctively understood the gate now, and this mastery was faster than any prior penetration he had achieved with other things.

Just as he had previously speculated—the Star Gate is, after all, a gate.

Yu Sheng's spirit drifted in the chaos, slowly familiarizing himself with the presence of that Star Gate, while unconsciously relaxing his mind, allowing his thoughts to spread.

So, is the "Gate of Eden"... also a gate?

He suddenly "awoke," instinctively gathering his gaze in the void, looking towards a direction in the Dark Chaos.

In this chaotic depth of life and death, there should have been nothing there.

But he clearly saw something—a huge rift, spanning the depths of nothingness, surrounded by a faint light from an unknown source.

The rift reminded Yu Sheng of the appearance of the World Bridge tearing through space-time, yet it differed from a true World Bridge, appearing quite unstable, with its edges continuously dissolving and reconstructing, while the faint light around the rift was incessantly drawn into it.

Yu Sheng attempted to approach the rift, but regardless of how close he got, the rift floated distantly like an illusion, with no change in distance.

Thus, he stopped in the darkness, silently contemplating.

He naturally came to think of the most likely answer:

The Gate of Eden.

The "Artificial Boundary Bridge" built by the Hidden Monastery Sect, attempting to open the gate to some new world.

But why does it appear here? Why does he see its illusion in this chaotic crossroad of life and death?

Is it because it's near the Hidden Monastery's homeland? Due to the impact of the "Star Gate"? Or because the Gate of Eden was built mimicking the World Bridge, resonating with the true blueprint of the World Bridge...

Countless speculations popped into Yu Sheng's mind in an instant, and at that moment, he suddenly noticed new changes near the distant rift.

He saw something seemingly hidden within the faint light surrounding the rift, a silhouette floating at the boundary between light and shadow.

After observing intently for some time, the silhouette suddenly clarified in Yu Sheng's vision.

He saw a Light-cast Giant—filled with indescribable saintly presence, with a pair of massive light wings floating behind it, suspended upside-down by the rift.

Its hands spread open, seemingly bound by invisible chains, and the faint light surrounding the rift scattered from this giant, drawn ceaselessly like blood, then injected into the unstable "Gate of Eden."

The winged Light-cast Giant's image reminded Yu Sheng instantly of the "Living Saint" he had encountered just now above the Star Gate—the two looked nearly identical!

In the boundless chaos, Yu Sheng gazed at this scene steadily until the illusion of the rift gradually dissipated, and the bounded Light-cast Giant vanished from his view.

"...Those cultists' technology, they do have a point."

A sudden sense of rapid ascension surged, perceptions from the real world quickly reconstructed into a "human" body, as Yu Sheng inhaled sharply, opening his eyes to find himself standing in the Control Hall of the Otherworld Inn.

A white shadow flickered at the corner of his eye, and Yu Sheng, still bewildered by his Resurrection, felt the bones on half of his body creak loudly; then a furry five-speed electric fan snuggled onto his arm: "Savior, you're back!"