The hospital room was full of weeping!

Ning Chen looked at the grief-stricken Xiao Yanxi and the others and was shocked. He'd only been asleep, yet these women looked more than ten years older.

The flat line vanished from the screen.

The piercing beeps stopped too.

Suddenly the Heavenly Yang Pendant at the neck of the Ning Chen in the bed gave off a hazy green light.

The light stretched into a thread, wound through the air, and came to rest on Ning Chen.

The moment it touched him, he went rigid.

He remembered.

He remembered everything.

The Ning Chen in the bed was him. They were one and the same person.

Everything that had happened in this world was real.

And his crossing over to the Great Xuan Empire was real too.

In that moment, he understood nearly all of it!

He'd always wondered why the Great Xuan Empire never appeared anywhere in history. It was because the empire wasn't in this world at all. It was in a parallel world.

Feng Qizheng, Pan Yucheng and the rest had all died in that firefight in the jungle.

He had become a vegetable and lain in a hospital bed for fifteen years.

And it just so happened that the Ning Chen of the parallel world had died. By some stroke of fate, the Heavenly Yang and Earthly Yin Pendants had carried him into that world.

Heaven, it seemed, had a plan of its own.

Here, in this world, Pan Yucheng and the others had given their lives... and in the Great Xuan they had gathered around him once more.

He still couldn't work out why the battle in the jungle had happened all over again, right in front of his eyes.

What worried him now was that he seemed to be nothing but a soul. In this world, Xiao Yanxi and the others couldn't see him at all.

And in the Great Xuan, Xiao Yanxi and the others were surely waiting for him, but he had no idea how to get back.

Ning Chen looked at himself in the bed,…