The Unruly Immortals

"Hey, if you two want to get all lovey-dovey, shouldn't you do it out of sight?" Wu Qi, sitting nearby with a bowl and spoon, looked somewhat annoyed at Li Huowang and Yang Na tightly embracing each other on the bed.

It was obvious that she had been sitting there since just a moment ago, but Li Huowang's full attention was on Yang Na, completely oblivious to her presence.

"Thank you, Fifth Sister, for taking care of things these past few days. It's been hard on you."

After saying this, Yang Na immediately noticed the changes in Li Huowang's body, "Huowang, what happened to your eye? Why are you missing one? What exactly happened?"

Li Huowang sniffled, directly carried Yang Na in a princess hold, and walked toward the door. "Nana, don't worry, a lot has happened. I'll explain it all to you slowly."

As Li Huowang carried Yang Na out, they ran into Qing Wanglai head-on.

"Oh? Li Huowang, you actually got out. Congratulations, I was just trying to think of a way to rescue you myself."

Li Huowang looked at his trademark smile and squeezed out a useless response through his teeth, ignoring him, and climbed up to the third floor.

Usually acting all high and mighty, but when it matters, no one's there. After all that happened, Li Huowang realized he had really overestimated Qing Wanglai before.

Holding Yang Na, Li Huowang sat on the sofa, whispering softly in her ear, recounting everything he had been through.

Yang Na was evidently confused, as these things had all happened at once, really too much and too mixed.

But Li Huowang didn't need her understanding; he just wanted Yang Na to respond to him as much as possible, to continually reassure him that Yang Na was truly not dead.

Finally, just as he was almost done speaking, the grating sound of brakes came from outside—Zhao Shuangdian had arrived.

Walking into the room, Zhao Shuangdian briefly greeted Qing Wanglai, then immediately walked up to Li Huowang with an unusually serious expression, asking, "Why do you think my thought process is wrong? And the topology you mentioned, is it point-set topology or algebraic topology?"

Li Huowang furrowed his brows—it wasn't like he knew which topology it was; he didn't even know what topology meant.

Seeing Li Huowang's expression, Yang Na, familiar with him, immediately knew what he was thinking, and softly helped to explain, "Huowang, topology is a branch of mathematics concerned with the properties of geometric figures or spaces that remain invariant under continuous transformations."

"No, no, no." Li Huowang shook his head repeatedly, putting Yang Na down from his embrace and standing up. "This is her worldview thing. I have no need or interest to understand it. Let her figure it out herself."

He turned around, looking at all the Fate Commanders before him, and after a few seconds of deliberation, he said, "You're all here, just in time for me to announce something: we've just won a great victory, an overwhelming victory!"

Everyone looked at Li Huowang in surprise, their expressions varying as they reacted to his words.

Chewing something, Ba Nanxu came up behind Zhao Shuangdian and intentionally spoke in a low voice, "I think maybe we should just send him back."

"I know you don't understand, but after you listen to my explanation, you'll know what really happened." Li Huowang started to explain eloquently to them.

Evidently, the others didn't believe these things at first, but after Li Huowang clearly stated the causes and consequences, Qing Wanglai and Zhao Shuangdian's attitudes noticeably grew more serious.

No matter what details or evidence they found in Li Huowang's words, they believed it in the end.

"Li Huowang, you said we went to the sea to deal with the Fate Commander on another elephant, right? What did that Fate Commander's projection look like? Can you explain further?" Qing Wanglai asked.

"That Fate Commander's projection? Isn't it simple? That Fate Commander's projection is... that Fate Commander's projection is...!" Li Huowang froze. The memory of his confrontation with the Fate Commander was clearly in his mind, but the image of that Fate Commander had vanished, gone without a trace.

Every place where it existed had been replaced by a blank whiteness.

"Li Huowang, that's not okay, making up lies on the spot?"

"No, something's definitely off. Everyone be quiet! Let me think!" Li Huowang scratched his head furiously, veins bulging, pacing back and forth in the hall.

Quickly comparing the differences between the last factory and this time, Li Huowang finally focused his gaze on Yang Na, who was hugging her legs and curling up on the sofa.

"I understand! That Fate Commander completely vanished, even from my memory, because it was completely dead! I think I've found the pattern!"

"Killing them is not just physical destruction, but even includes all records and possibly memories—not just yours, but also those in our minds. We must bring death to them, only then can we truly kill them!"

Thinking about this, Li Huowang quickly recalled the previous factory memories, his face turning somewhat grave. "The Fate Commander projecting the factory isn't dead, it's merely wounded!"

"Why do you think that?"

"Because it still exists in my mind! If it exists anywhere, it proves that Fate Commander isn't dead!"

Li Huowang returned to Yang Na's side, reaching out to stroke her hair, a complex expression on his face as he looked at her features.

Because of previous incidents, he had just decided in his heart that he would never let Yang Na help again.

But now it seemed, to deal with these bizarre existences that are neither alive nor dead, Yang Na had to be present. Only when they possess death can we kill them.

A sudden chuckle broke the silence.

Li Huowang spun around sharply, glaring at the source of the sound—Ba Nanxu. He slammed the table powerfully, "Everything I said is true! Don't go too far! If you don't want to understand the truth, that's fine! Just don't interfere with others understanding it!"

Just as the tension was rising, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a girl with an umbrella walked in from outside. "Sorry, I'm late. What was so urgent that you needed us here in a rush?"

This woman wore a light yellow elegant long dress, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, with a simple and elegant face lightly smiling, appearing to be about twenty years old.

Li Huowang was very certain he had never seen her before, including in past recountings.

But to his surprise, the others showed no sign of surprise at all regarding this woman, as if they had known her for a long time.

"Wait, an umbrella?" Li Huowang refocused on the parasol she held; he had seen this very same umbrella before!

When he was in the neighborhood, someone watching him had carried this umbrella—this woman was one of them!

In the face of continuous attacks from people like them, the backlash from the other elephant had arrived!