Elo’s mother sat by the bedside, holding his hand tightly.

Meanwhile, Vian stood to the side, her expression filled with excitement as she tried to explain everything to Elo at a rapid pace.

However, her words were disjointed, full of emotional fluctuations, failing to convey a clear and complete message.

Occasionally, their mother interjected to add details, but her words were also scattered, made incoherent by her overwhelming emotions.

Despite the fragmented conversation, Elo managed to piece together some key information:

Five years ago, a sudden cataclysm swept across the globe with unimaginable speed.

In just a few dozen seconds, nearly 8.5 billion people perished, and human civilization came to an abrupt end.

The so-called “Will of Humanity,” Alaya, in the final moments of life’s collapse, recognized Elo’s presence and glimpsed his future.

Alaya was certain that Elo could survive, and in an extremely short amount of time, it selected 10,000 human elites and brought them into Elo’s soul, where it established the "Ark Little World."

Five years have passed, and Alaya’s choice has been validated: everyone is still alive, which means Elo has successfully survived.

To Elo, this all sounded like an absurd science fiction story.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his eyes filled with doubt and disbelief.

Yet, his mother and Vian were unusually serious—their expressions made it clear to Elo that this was neither a joke nor a prank.

Finally, he raised his hand, interrupting Vian’s hurried words, and got straight to the point:

“I want to see Alaya. I need to ask it face to face what really happened.”

As Elo finished speaking, the room's lights seemed to be stripped away by an invisible hand, plunging everything into an indescribable haze.

A faint rhythm emerged in the air, like the primordial pulse of the world’s creation.

Then, a white light quietly appeared at the center of the room.

Its form seemed unfixed—at times, it was a small orb no larger than a fist, and at others, it flowed like droplets of water drifting in the air.

Within the light, faint and indistinct phantoms emerged, resembling countless overlapping fragments of history or a miniature galaxy silently flowing in a compressed space.

The light was not blinding, yet it was impossible to ignore, as if it tore open a fissure between reality and illusion.

with subtle ripples radiating outward like the waves of time, Each ripple seemed to carry an imperceptible whisper, striking directly at the depths of the soul.

The light source moved slowly, like the rhythm of a nascent universe, each transformation imbued with a sense of divinity that transcended language.

Elo held his breath, his mind completely blank—everything he was witnessing surpassed his understanding.

He felt the presence of something vast and ancient watching him, a sensation as gentle as a sea breeze.

Elo’s body trembled slightly, as if pulled by invisible threads.

It wasn’t fear, nor was it reverence.

It felt like a key had been inserted into a long-sealed door deep within his soul, accompanied by a faint vibration, What emerged from behind that door wasn’t the unknown but a chillingly familiar emotion!

That emotion carried joy and excitement, something he had yearned for endlessly through countless days and nights.

Elo’s consciousness was gently touched by a thread of soft light.

It wasn’t language, nor was it symbols, but a perception that entered his thoughts directly.

Alaya’s greeting was like a breeze, softly dispelling the deepest fog within his heart and bringing a profound tranquility.

Accompanied by this thread of information, the turmoil within Elo gradually subsided, and his trembling body regained control.

In just a few seconds, he recovered from the initial shock, and his gaze became clear once again.

He raised his head, glanced at his mother and Vian, and said, “I’d like to speak with it alone.”

Elo’s mother’s hands trembled slightly, while Vian’s eyes widened, their faces filled with shock and astonishment.

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Until today, neither of them had ever seen Alaya in a physical form; it had only ever communicated with people through information.

Now, Alaya appeared in a tangible form, clearly out of respect for Elo.

Elo’s voice brought them back to their senses.

His mother’s gaze carried a trace of unease and worry, but she quickly made a decision.

She looked at Vian, signaling with her eyes: we need to leave.

Vian was deeply intrigued by Alaya; the flowing light was a miracle beyond reality, firmly captivating her curiosity.

Despite her curiosity and reluctance, Vian rose to her feet under her mother’s urging gaze and left.

Elo’s mother said to him, “We’re just outside the door. If you need anything, call out, and we’ll hear you.”

Elo nodded, saying nothing more.

Then, his mother stood up, walked to the door, and gently closed the bedroom door.

Her movements were slow and careful, as if afraid of disturbing some intangible balance within the room.

In the room, Elo’s gaze was fixed on Alaya.

Though he did not speak, he conveyed his intent clearly through spiritual fluctuations:

I need to know what happened.

Alaya did not hesitate; the response descended instantly.

In an instant, Elo’s perception was pulled into another world.

The room disappeared silently, replaced by an infinite cosmos.

He floated in the depths of space, with the blue planet—Earth—beneath him.

The vast, boundless stars enveloped this miracle of life, Elo’s gaze was drawn to Earth.

Soft clouds encircled its surface, the oceans stretched endlessly, radiating a profound blue.

The land stretched in undulating waves, with mountains and plains intertwining to form a magnificent tableau.

City lights glimmered like a river of stars, illuminating the night;

highways wound their way across the terrain, like the veins of life, connecting every piece of land.

Nature's storms, the whispers of forests, the roar of oceans, and the bustle of human activity intertwined into a magnificent symphony of life.

Elo seemed to witness the vast tapestry of human civilization.

From the first spark that lit a cave to the towering pyramids piercing the heavens;

from groundbreaking scientific discoveries to breathtaking artistic creations;

from profound philosophical reflections to fearless journeys into the cosmos—

humanity had written a magnificent epic on this planet.

He saw children joyfully running along country paths;

heard a mother softly humming a gentle lullaby;

and saw an elderly man quietly reading a newspaper under the glow of the setting sun.

Every moment, both ordinary and extraordinary, shone with its unique brilliance.

All these scenes wove together, telling the story of this great miracle of life, adorning the world with even greater brilliance.

Yet, a ripple of energy came from the depths of the distant cosmos.

Its speed surpassed that of light, sweeping across the solar system with an indescribable ferocity, rendering human logic pale and powerless in its presence.

This was not an extension of physical laws but the rhythm of higher dimensions, the embodiment of transcendent laws, and the invisible decree that governed the shattering of heavens and earth.

jupiter’s cloud layers were torn apart in an instant, with deep brown and white gases surging like massive waves, forming endless vortices that gradually disintegrated.

Saturn’s rings disintegrated in an instant, countless fragments hurled into the depths of the universe, transforming into destructive fireballs that swept through everything.

Mars’ surface fractured into countless plates, with crimson dust erupting alongside the collapsing crust, consuming the planet entirely.

Elo watched helplessly as this wave advanced relentlessly toward Earth.

When it arrived, everything happened without warning.

The energy wave, like an invisible giant beast, devoured the entire planet in an instant, shredding the symphony of life.

Continents fractured like broken porcelain under the overwhelming force, splitting into countless floating shards.

The oceans boiled instantly, transforming into towering columns of steam that shot into space, obscuring the last sunlight.

The sky was like a torn canvas, with black rifts flickering with destructive light, resembling the gaze of an abyss.

The city’s structures crumbled instantly under the earth’s violent tremors, erupting into a maelstrom of soaring dust and raging flames.

Countless lives vanished in a moment, and the land that once carried endless hope and dreams was obliterated, reduced to silence.

The planet’s crust peeled away, exposing the blazing core, radiating a hellish red glow.

The Earth shattered in silent despair, its fragmented remains cast into the void of space, becoming cold, lifeless dust.

Overwhelmed by the shock, Elo forgot to breathe.

His soul seemed to be torn apart along with the Earth, and the energy’s impact rendered every fiber of his perception restless.

The scene before him gradually fragmented, the starry sky and the destroyed Earth dissolving into countless points of light, fading into the darkness.

Elo’s consciousness was abruptly pulled back to reality.

His chest heaved violently, and his clothes were already drenched in sweat.

His body trembled uncontrollably, as fear surged like an endless tide, almost engulfing him.

A gentle yet powerful wave emanated from Alaya’s light source, a silent comfort that soothed his terror.

Elo could feel an immense kindness, vast and all-encompassing, gradually calming the turmoil within him.

He understood that this kindness was not born of pity but of genuine respect.

In his 30 years of life, no stranger had ever shown him such profound respect.

Slowly, he lifted his head, looking toward Alaya’s light source, and softly said, “Thank you.”

He knew he could communicate with Alaya through spiritual fluctuations, which would be more efficient and precise, but he still chose to speak out.

It was his way of responding to Alaya, a reciprocal gesture of the respect it had shown him.

The light of Alaya flickered gently, emanating an earnest wave of emotion.

This wave was filled with joy, a joy utterly devoid of pretense—pure and untainted.

After a while, Elo sent another question to Alaya through spiritual fluctuations: “So, what did you do?”

Alaya responded swiftly.

This time, it did not show Elo any images but directly transmitted a message, clear and straightforward:

“You permitted me to discover you. You permitted me to see your future, so I was able to know that you could survive the catastrophe.

You permitted me to enter your soul to evade the disaster, and you also allowed me to select certain humans to join us in escaping it.

You further permitted me to establish ‘Life Sharing,’ connecting the lives of all survivors, including myself, to yours, enabling us to survive through your vitality.

Thus, I followed your will, and we survived.”

Elo listened quietly, his brows furrowing slightly. “I permitted you?”

Alaya responded with unwavering certainty:

“Yes, you permitted me.

Otherwise, someone as insignificant as I am could never have observed someone as great as you, let alone entered your soul without your permission—I simply lack the ability to do so.

You are far greater than you imagine, while I am far smaller than you perceive.”

Elo frowned. Though he instinctively doubted all of this, his intuition told him that Alaya was not lying.

That kind of pure sincerity could not be feigned, and every fluctuation from Alaya silently conveyed this truth.