Start in Terra, immortal

Thinking about the conditions he had agreed to, Strange's last shred of hope vanished. Without further ado, he fixed his gaze on the person he had been longing for.

Looking at that face that was almost etched into the depths of his soul, various emotions swirled in Strange's eyes, finally settling into tenderness.

"I have witnessed this moment countless times." His voice was so soft, as if afraid of disturbing this still space and time.

"Through countless time loops, in endless corridors of nightmares, only once... I succeeded in intervening, I saved her."

But it was precisely that one and only "success" that led to the collapse of the entire causal chain of the universe, ultimately leading to its demise.

I tried every known magic, explored every possible dimension, and even risked falling into darkness and devouring the forbidden.

I have exhausted every possible method I can think of. Your Excellency Rosso, please…please tell me, beyond the rules that transcend absolute time, is there any way…to save her?

"It seems you still haven't fully grasped the key point I made earlier."

Rosso approached the frozen Christine. Instead of touching her body, he reached out and made a gentle "pulling" gesture.

The next moment, a translucent spirit, emitting a soft glow, slowly floated out of Christine's body. The spirit's face still held the frozen expression of terror and helplessness from the moment of the car accident.

"As I've said before, the key to solving the problem lies in making 'the universe itself' believe that Christine 'died' at this point in time."

Rosso's voice remained calm. "This does not mean changing the physical facts that have already occurred, or forcibly distorting cause and effect."

Simply put, it means completely erasing or transferring all traces of Christine's existence in this universe after this point in time.

This allows the universe's causal laws to smoothly read the result of "Christine's death" when scanning this point, thus allowing the timeline to continue naturally without paradoxes or breakdowns.

Strange was taken aback. "Erase all traces of existence? That's equivalent to..." He paused, his mind racing, then suddenly a look of realization dawned on him. "Your... spirit world?"

"That's how it works in principle." Rosso nodded, a hint of approval on his face, "but it's not the only solution."

"Essentially, as long as her soul can be safely transferred to a world 'outside' your multiverse system, a world whose rules and causality are completely independent and not covered by the absolute time mechanism of this universe, then the causal chain of this universe will determine that she is 'dead'."

Her soul was reborn in another world, and here, her story comes to a perfect end. The spirit world fits this description perfectly, and I can assure you that her soul finds its proper rest there.

"Of course, if you can find other similar, reliable 'secluded places,' that's fine too. However…" Rosso looked at Strange meaningfully, "such places are not easy to find."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosso gently touched Christine's soul.

The look of terror frozen on her soul's face melted away like ice and snow, and Christine's soul trembled slightly, breaking free from the state of time stillness.

She blinked, first looking blankly at the eerie, still world around her, then her gaze fell on the familiar yet unfamiliar figure not far away.

"Stephen...?" Her voice trembled with uncertainty. She had a vague sense that something unusual had happened.

"Christine!" Strange could no longer suppress his emotions. In an instant, he moved in front of Christine's soul, opened his arms, and carefully and gently embraced her soul.

Despite being souls, they could both feel each other's longing that transcended life and death and time.

"It's alright... It's all over. Just think of what happened as a rather long nightmare."

Strange's voice choked with emotion. He lowered his head and gently kissed Christine's forehead, as if to pour out all his apologies, love, and the ecstasy of finding her again.

"Welcome back, Christine... I really... really missed you."

Just then, in the void beside the two of them, a vortex leading to the spirit world silently appeared.

Strange reluctantly released his embrace, gently cradling Christine's soul in his hands as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

He gazed into Christine's eyes and said softly, "Go to a safe place and wait for me. I'll take care of everything here quickly and then come find you. I promise."

Christine's soul seemed to understand something; she looked at Strange with trust in her eyes and nodded gently.

Strange slowly sent Christine's soul into the swirling vortex.

The moment Christine's soul departed, time began to flow again in the area that had been forcibly frozen by the power of the Time Stone.

The car crashed to the ground with a loud thud, scattering glass shards everywhere. Traffic continued to flow, and the faint sound of an ambulance siren could be heard approaching from afar.

Everything continued to unfold according to the script that should have happened at that "absolute point in time," without any abruptness or paradox.

The causal laws of the universe operate smoothly, and the timeline extends forward solidly and completely.

The world seemed to have only experienced a normal traffic accident, and would not face a crisis of collapse because of whether a woman named Christine Palmer survived.

Strange watched as the car accident scene was gradually brought under control by the medical staff, and as the familiar body that had lost its soul was covered with a white sheet and carried away, his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

He turned to face Rosso, who had been standing quietly to the side, straightened his robes which were slightly disheveled from casting spells and his emotional excitement, and then bowed deeply with utmost solemnity and respect.

"Thank you... Mr. Rosso. I, Stephen Strange, will never forget this kindness."

His voice was firm and clear, "After I finish attending... after I finish attending Christine's funeral in this world, and give her her final resting place in this universe, I will go to find you, fulfill my promise, and repay your kindness."

Rosso nodded slightly, saying nothing. He raised his right hand, golden light gathering at his fingertips, and then flicked it lightly.

A highly refined golden beam shot out and precisely struck the back of Strange's raised hand.

As the light faded, a magic circle mark appeared on Strange's skin, shimmering with a faint golden glow.

"This is a cross-dimensional communication and location array," Rosso explained. "It's to prevent you from having trouble finding me in the vast multiverse later on. As long as I remain within the scope of your Marvel multiverse, no matter which parallel world or dimensional corner I am in, you can activate this array to roughly sense my location and establish a temporary communication link."

Having left this as a backup plan, Rosso did not linger and disappeared completely into this newly formed universe.

"Those worlds ravaged by Ultron, nearly desolate... actually contain a lot of 'resources.' We can't... let them go to waste."