The world spun and faded away. In the material world, the three of them opened their eyes, then immediately slumped over, gasping for breath.
"Increase the oxygen supply!" Senior Brother waved his hand, and the technicians immediately adjusted the oxygen mix. Oxygen was piped directly into Susan Morrow's fully enclosed pilot helmet, helping her flushed face return to normal. As for Jill Young and Dream Monroe, they didn't need any artificial oxygen at all. They were just mentally exhausted from overexertion, and with their reserves and recovery speed, as soon as they stopped dream-diving, they'd bounce right back.
Sure enough, after just a few deep breaths, Jill Young's face looked much better. Vast amounts of mental energy surged from her Sahasrara and Ajna chakras, quickly replenishing what she'd spent. As for Dream Monroe, no contest—being a Fated One specialized in spiritual power, she snapped back to her prime instantly.
Jill Young took a deep breath, slapped her knees, and straightened up: "Oh my god, I'm beat, I'm beat. Mom, how are you holding up?"
"No problem at all!" Susan Morrow took off her helmet, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked surprisingly energized. "I've successfully connected to the source. It's stable. I can feel memories streaming in without fully entering the memory world."
Indeed, even Jill Young and Dream Monroe could sense that Susan Morrow had established a solid link with the consciousness source deep in the Void Rift. Since the trio's minds were still connected, Jill could see countless memory fragments streaming in. Compared to their previous Red Army Long March-style struggle, it was now like a magical expressway—transmission was way more stable, and the load on their minds had dropped a ton.
Now, Jill didn't need to go into a full trance—just keeping a bit of focus let her keep receiving memories from the Void Rift. She could watch the real world with her eyes while her mind replayed the story of what happened after the Tiberius Laboratory was officially founded. Picking up after that lunar date: how Aunt Joan got mad, how Adam Zade had a sudden epiphany and shamelessly came back to beg for another chance, how Aunt Joan slammed the door in his face and threw herself into her research—it all played out crystal clear.
And there was an even bigger breakthrough.
If she really focused, the speed of the memory flow could even be adjusted by Susan Morrow's will—faster or slower, however she liked. That was never possible before. Back then, they could only passively accept whatever the memory source threw at them, at whatever speed it played. No choice in the matter.
But now, they've finally got some control on their end.
You could see exactly how the Tiberius Laboratory was pieced together in hyperspace, and what achievements Susan Soo’s teams racked up. If the three of us sort through it carefully, we could basically compile almost all the research results from Tiberius Laboratory.
This is an unimaginably huge treasure trove of knowledge.
I’ve been thinking…' Susan Morrow looked at her daughter hopefully. 'I’ve been thinking—could your aunt still be alive? I can feel these memories have a source, and they’re responding to me! From the day she disappeared from home to when she showed up in the States, she was gone for four years straight. Four years, and she survived just fine. So, these thirty years—could she still be alive? Could she still be living out there in hyperspace?'
What?!' Jonathan immediately got fired up, his fists clenching with a loud crack as steam practically poured off him—his blood was about to boil over. He shouted, 'She—she—she’s still alive? Really still alive?!'
Well…' Seeing the hope in their eyes, Jill Young couldn’t help but feel hopeful too. 'We haven’t seen the end of the memories, so it’s hard to say for sure. But hey, maybe it’s really possible! Quick, Mom, try calling out to her!'
Call out?'
Exactly!' The veteran twin piped up with a suggestion. 'Just like I called out Big Log, you try reaching out to Aunt Joan with your mind—see if she answers!'
I’ll give it a shot!' Susan Morrow jumped right in, pressing her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes, furrowing her brow, and clenching her fingers as she sent out a silent psychic call.
Joan!'
Joan!'
I’m your sister! Where are you?!
Again and again, Susan Morrow called out in silence. But all that came was the steady, unbroken flow of memories.
Aunt Joan! Aunt Joan!' Jill Young called out too, her mental energy blazing like a fire in the sea of spirit. 'Aunt Joan, are you there? I’m your niece you’ve never met—I’ve come to save you!'
Like a stone sinking into the sea—no response at all.
Joan!!' Susan Morrow couldn’t hold back anymore. She spoke out loud, her voice and spirit resonating together: 'Joan, Mom and I are back from the market! I—I brought you something to eat, come try it! Did you finish your homework? Hurry and let me copy it!'
Decades of separation and uncertainty churned in her heart. Usually so strong, Queen Susan couldn’t help but choke up, shouting until her voice cracked: 'Joan, where are you? Come out, now!'
Jonathan couldn’t hold back either—his eyes were bloodshot. He didn’t know what to say, and he knew his mind wasn’t linked to the source in the Void, so technically he couldn’t do anything. But he couldn’t stop himself; endless emotions surged in his chest. He clenched his teeth until they cracked, and finally a word burst out from deep inside: 'Mom—!!!!'
Bzzzz—
Suddenly, the source in the Void reacted subtly—the stream of memories paused for an instant. Some kind of barrier shattered with a crash. There was no information that could be put into words, but Susan Morrow froze, Jill Young froze, everyone froze.
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Because they saw white.
It was pure, unadulterated white—just like the white in their memories—appearing at Susan Morrow’s fingertips. It was only the size of a ping-pong ball, but the instant it appeared, everyone could feel it: this was something more vast and sublime than any concept, more majestic than any existence—an infinite possibility.
That was God.
Only a god could possess such white, match such white, and wield such white.
Heh...' Off in the distance, the Nightclub King tipped his hat low, sighing with infinite nostalgia. 'After thirty years, I finally see it again.'
This is...' Jill Young murmured, then everyone around her started shouting like crazy: 'The Heart of Tiberius—it's open?!'
Just like in the memories from the Void—no mistake about it. This white was the gate to heaven, the entrance to Tiberius hyperspace!
It answered, it really answered, it really responded to our call!' Jonathan almost lifted Jill Young off the ground, jumping three meters high, nearly losing his mind with joy. He grabbed Jill Young, yelling ecstatically: 'Did you see? Did you see? Mom answered our call—she’s really still alive!'
But looking at that white, Jill Young didn’t look relieved at all.
If Aunt Joan really is alive, why hasn’t she opened hyperspace herself all these years? Why hasn’t she reached out? If she couldn’t find her family at first, well, she’s known Jonathan for ages—as a mother, how could she not pay attention to her son, or not know about us?
Jonathan’s quick on the uptake—he thought of that too. But he immediately gave himself an answer: 'She must’ve run into some trouble, something happened, or she got trapped somewhere. I’ve gotta save her, I’m going right now!' With that, he bowed, ready to dive headfirst into the white.
With a smack, Jill Young grabbed Jonathan by the back of his collar and lifted him right up.
What’s with the wild man act? Chill out! You and that ping-pong ball don’t even match—aren’t you worried you’ll get sliced into sticks?' Jill Young shook her cousin like a limp noodle, then turned to Susan Morrow to double-check: 'Mom, is this really Aunt Joan answering our call and opening the door?'
I… don’t know.' Susan Morrow looked at the white in her hand, watching it move with her fingers, perfectly obedient. She felt it out carefully, then shook her head thoughtfully: 'No, I don’t think so—it doesn’t seem like your aunt opened the door. It feels more like… more like I did.'
She clenched her fist and the white disappeared. Just as everyone was about to freak out, she opened her hand and the white reappeared.
No doubt about it—I did this. It’s like I suddenly got a key and now I can open the door myself. And this isn’t even my limit—I can do even more.' Susan Morrow regained her usual commanding presence, gripped her right hand, and, like swinging a blade, chopped through the air, shouting: 'Open—!'
Boom—the Void shook and white spread out again.
This time it wasn’t just a little ping-pong ball—the white expanded and expanded from nothing, quickly stabilizing into a three-meter-wide circle. It looked like a doorway, radiating infinite brilliance, making everyone who saw it want to bow down.
We did it!' Jill Young shouted excitedly. 'No matter what, we’ve opened the portal to hyperspace! Whether it’s saving Jonathan or Aunt Joan, at least we’re not helpless anymore!'
It’s open, it’s really open! That all-encompassing white from my memories—it’s right in there!' Jonathan’s eyes filled with tears. In every way, this white was the origin of his life—the place where his inner demons and sickness tangled together. So he couldn’t hold back anymore; he braced his legs and charged forward with all his strength.
Whoa, whoa, you’re way too impatient—we haven’t even checked if it’s safe yet.' Jill Young reached out, ready to grab her cousin back again.
But just then, that white portal—like it could stand at the edge of the world—suddenly started to shake violently.