The news of the Xianzhou losing control made people uneasy.
Even someone as intelligent as Jing Yuan had never encountered or understood anything even remotely related to a situation like this in his past life.
However, although monitoring from the Sky-Faring Commission showed that the Luofu was racing through the universe at an abnormal speed, within the various realms on the Xianzhou, the people living there didn't feel anything unusual.
Aside from the earlier explosion making the sky a bit brighter and everyone catching a glimpse of something within it, daily life wasn't affected at all.
Everything has its specialization. When it came to dealing with the sudden loss of control of the Xianzhou Luofu, Jing Yuan didn't have any particularly good solution.
The only thing he could do was coordinate the Sky-Faring Commission, the Artisanship Commission, and the Divination Commission to investigate the cause and try to resolve it in time.
Of course, if it came down to it and there was no other way, Jing Yuan could only drive the Divine Spirit to see if he could stop the Xianzhou.
Because of the sudden situation, everyone snapped out of their grief and suppressed their negative emotions as much as possible, facing the coming crisis with a more proactive attitude.
Nero squatted in a corner, watching his companions mobilize. In his mind, that voice rang out again: "Balance!"
"I know, I know. I'm going back right now, stop nagging."
Nero said a bit impatiently. Then he looked at his body on the ground with confusion.
Perhaps because he wanted to hide his current state, or for some other reason, even though he was squatting right here beside his own body, his companions couldn't perceive him at all.
But Nero didn't care too much about this detail. He reached out toward his body and began trying to figure out what method or action would let him return.
When his fingertips touched that body, he felt a smooth and cold sensation. His hand trembled slightly.
Although the touch felt like normal flesh, he still subconsciously felt like he was touching the shell of some crystal object.
And just doing this wasn't enough to return to the body.
His touch was blocked. He was kept out of his own body, and this situation made Nero frown.
He didn't want to keep listening to that nagging voice anymore. He applied more force with his hand, and his desire to return to his body grew stronger.
The next moment, he felt his fingertips suddenly loosen, and then his hand slid in without any obstruction. Then… he felt something strange.
Nero continued to go deeper into his body. It felt like putting on a strange piece of clothing.
He couldn't describe the feeling, but from within, he felt a bit of comfort, like on a winter morning when you finish relieving yourself and rush back into your warm bed through the cold air.
Getting back under the covers and going back to sleep, that was the most straightforward way Nero could describe the feeling.
When he closed his eyes, after two seconds of silence in the darkness, the next moment, a stream of air entered through his nose, traveled down his windpipe, passed through his lungs, and gently flowed out again, Nero felt the sensation of breathing again after a long time.
Even though earlier, in that state where he didn't need to breathe, he hadn't felt anything unusual.
He seemed to have adapted very well and very quickly to the "way of living" in two different states.
After he started breathing again, his other senses rapidly returned as well. His heart began to beat, hot blood started to flow, his body warmed up, and his hearing and sense of touch gradually recovered.
Finally, as his snowflake-like eyelashes trembled slightly, Nero opened his eyes.
A trace of light flashed through his gray eyes, then quickly disappeared. His eyes returned to their usual clean and clear look.
Nero spent two seconds readjusting to how to control this body. Then he staggered to his feet, stretched out his arms, and loosened up his body.
Nearby, March, who had happened to glance this way, blinked when she saw Nero suddenly stand up.
The girl froze in place for two seconds, then raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, staring carefully at the boy who had stood up. Only then did she belatedly say, "A miracle happened!"
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At the same time, Siberian Duck, who was going through the story and silently watching Jing Yuan direct everything, also saw this part.
When she saw Nero stand up and move his body, she froze in her chair without moving at all.
Only the tears continued to gather at the corners of her eyes. Siberian Duck even felt those two teardrops had grown as large as soybeans.
But at this moment, the scene left both her and those two tears at a loss, unsure whether they should fall or be sucked back in.
Of course, if she could actually suck her tears back in, that would count as a special skill.
After a moment, those two soybean-sized tears finally fell, sliding down Siberian Duck's cheeks. She pressed her lips together, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Wuwu… that's great, Nero is back!"
[Dan-heart Eternal: Yes, this is exactly what I wanted to see.]
[Pom Pom: Streamer, surprised? Unexpected?]
[Wind-Boy Solo-Stan: When you think miHoYo is going to kill another character, it turns out to be a fake death! This is exactly the reaction I wanted to see!]
Some people who had already finished the story early finally started posting playful comments after achieving their goal.
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"That's great, Nero! You came back to life!"
March ran two or three steps to Nero and hugged him, blurting it out.
Although these words sounded a bit strange, from her perspective, it really was like that.
Theoretically, something like a "corpse coming back to life" is indeed terrifying, but the premise still depends on the relationship between the witness and the one coming back, as well as the appearance of the latter.
This might offend some people with sensitive pride, but it's undeniable that human visual judgment can influence more than eighty percent of how they perceive and think about something.
For example, in today's era of information explosion, when facing someone who has come back from the dead, people tend to follow two broad lines of thought based on the appearance of that "corpse".
First path: if the resurrected person looks ferocious, rotten, and decayed, most people will feel fear; second path: if the resurrected person looks gentle and beautiful, with a good figure, many people might choose to do things that are disrespectful to the deceased…
This is what people often say: "As long as you're bold enough, even a female ghost can take maternity leave."
Of course, aside from that, there are also some very rational people who would consider dissecting and studying the resurrected person. This might have remarkable significance for extending human lifespan.
However, if such a plot continued in a horror story, it would probably turn into something like a biohazard scenario.
These thoughts flashed through Nero's mind in an instant. March obviously didn't notice any of this. She hugged Nero for a while, and only after confirming she could hear the lively beating of the boy's heart did she let go.
Nero, on the other hand, looked at March and said seriously, "What do you mean I came back to life? I was never dead at all!"