At this moment, he was standing in a narrow corridor, where both underfoot and overhead lay in darkness.

Ji Minghuan touched his body; he was still wearing that pure white hospital gown, but he didn’t even know what he was standing on, only that his feet felt as cold as if they were topped with ice, as if standing above the Arctic Glacier.

So cold that it was almost burning, his feet slightly numbing.

He raised his head, looking forward with a peculiar gaze.

At this moment, the two sides of the corridor appeared like the chaotic scenes in the spacetime tunnel the Train Demon had passed through. Back then, Ji Minghuan controlled the Black Cocoon, sitting inside the Train Demon and looking out, experiencing similar visual shock.

But strangely, every scene that appeared on both sides of the corridor now felt so familiar, familiar to the point that something within his mind was on the verge of emerging.

In the darkness, his heart unknowingly sped up, as if a million tiny people were tapping and stepping, giving him no chance to take a breath.

"This is..." Ji Minghuan’s lips moved slightly, nearly speaking each word singly.

Meanwhile, the Prophet was silently standing in a corner of the corridor, about ten meters away from Ji Minghuan. The other party was tilting his head, quietly gazing at the scenes on the corridor.

"How should I address you?" After pondering for a moment, the other party turned his head to look at Ji Minghuan and spoke.

The Prophet’s words broke the silence of this chaotic world.

His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if from someone whose throat had been burnt, perhaps because his face was wrapped in bandages, or maybe that was just how his voice was.

"What’s wrong with you?" Ji Minghuan finally spoke.

"What do you mean?" The Prophet remained still, his tattered cloak covering his entire body.

"What do you mean ’what’s wrong’?" Ji Minghuan tilted his head, frowning. "You tipped off the Salvation Society, causing me to be locked up in that hellhole for over a month. And now you suddenly pop up asking me, ’What should I call you’?"

"Oh, then I will call you... Ji Minghuan?"

"Alright, thank you for telling me that I’m called Ji Minghuan, truly grateful for that."

"You’re welcome."

The Prophet said in a low voice, shifting his gaze to the west side of the corridor, his eyes empty and calm, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Ji Minghuan was stunned for a moment.

He thought to himself, why does this person look dumb, could he be some kind of robot or Artificial People-like thing?

"So who are you?" Ji Minghuan said, "What is your purpose in seeking me out?"

"I have been searching for you for a long time," the Prophet said slowly. "I spent many, many years... to finally find you."

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm... do you remember the white-haired girl in your Spirit Library?" the Prophet asked.

"Could it be..." Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows.

His consciousness sank at the fastest speed, entering the interior of the Spirit Library, finding the white-haired, red-eyed doll in the library’s corner.

"That thing... was actually my plant in your mental world, acting as a surveillance device," the Prophet said in a low voice. "I knew that only appearing in the form of Kong Youling before you would you not resist."

He paused: "Even if finding it strange, you wouldn’t eliminate that existence from your mind, just let it be, right?"

"That’s quite sinister of you." Ji Minghuan snapped back, looked and fixed his gaze on the other, "You used that penguin’s appearance to fool me?"

"Hmm... sorry for that."

The Prophet apologized frankly.

"At first, I thought that shadow was created by my subconscious, but... it’s my fault for being too confident, never thought someone could tamper with my mental world, how could I be deceived by you otherwise?"

Ji Minghuan, recalling a series of details, muttered to himself.

Thinking about it, he found it strange. The phantom of Kong Youling indeed appeared in his library out of nowhere one day, even Kong Youling herself couldn’t figure it out.

By this moment, Ji Minghuan felt increasingly that the Prophet’s background was extremely mysterious.

"Actually... there’s no need for you to act in front of me; I understand you better than anyone." The Prophet suddenly sat down, "No need to pretend to be like a child or make a fuss."

He paused, calmly said, "Just be quiet and be your true self."

After a long silence, Ji Minghuan looked up at him and asked, "How did you do it? Not even Spiritual superpower users can penetrate my mental defense."

"Don’t worry... We can take our time talking, we have plenty of time." The Prophet murmured, "In the most, I will disappear in fifteen minutes. Before that, we can clarify everything, everything so far."

As his words fell, suddenly a light akin to that of extreme daylight swept across the entire corridor.

The overwhelming light stabbed into his eyes, making Ji Minghuan instinctively raise his arm to shield his forehead. A moment later, when he came to his senses, the entire corridor had undergone a major transformation.

He silently raised his head from his arms, only to see a cratered celestial body before his eyes, its surface emitting cold white light.

Looking up, there was a vast boundless universe, stars twinkling, a meteor dragging its magnificent tail light passing through the boundless darkness.

If he guessed correctly, then what he and the Prophet stood upon should be called the "Moon."