Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

to be frank.

If Su Qing'an had a daughter and regularly picked her up from school, he would refuse to drive a car that would obviously cause his daughter's status in class to plummet.

However, given the current situation of semi-escaping, the appearance of the vehicle is irrelevant; instead, these practical functions are very convenient for Su Qing'an.

He even suspected that this was some kind of specially designed vehicle with an anti-entropy destiny, otherwise why would it be so excessively advanced?

The virtual projection of the recorder showed that 237 days had passed since the car was last started, indicating that the place had indeed been abandoned for a long time.

This vehicle appears to be a common mode of transportation within the research institute, holding a similar delicate status to an electric car used for commuting in a villa, so there are no complicated requirements for fingerprint or iris unlocking.

This saved Su Qing'an a lot of trouble.

The khaki camouflage color is the main decoration of this vehicle, and its beetle-like structure is probably well-suited for hiding in the vast desert plains.

This also explains why the researchers thought the car was ugly, because it was never intended to be a practical everyday vehicle, so practicality was naturally more important than appearance.

The automatic navigation system turned on automatically when Su Qing'an sat down, and the vehicle started directly after he tentatively spoke a voice command.

The engine accelerated quickly, and the energy vehicle sped through the long passageway illuminated by white light.

It took a full two and a half hours for the winding underground passage to slowly come to an end.

Assuming there is no automatic navigation system to calibrate the route map, Su Qing'an would not be able to find the correct exit in a short time on his own.

Just as the outside light was about to pierce their pupils, the car window gradually turned into the color of sunglasses to prevent their eyes from being uncomfortable from the sudden and intense light. After three seconds, the gradient color faded away little by little and returned to transparency.

This kind of human-centered intelligence is truly thoughtful.

The scenery outside the window became clearer, catching Su Qing'an's attention. It was as if he had crossed that hopeless plain directly; the traces of a highway could already be vaguely seen in the outside world.

Behind him was a deep tunnel, and three seconds after the car drove away, the gate, disguised as part of the mountain, closed again.

This vehicle usually helps the research institute replenish some supplies, so it has a default route that it will follow without any special instructions.

Su Qing'an didn't care where the journey ended; he only needed to find inhabited cities, get information about this era, and thus determine which timeline this place belonged to.

The electric vehicle continued its journey into the city. Along the way, Su Qing'an tried to identify a lot of information to fill his mind as a basis for judgment, but in the end, his memory was like a disk with data deleted, leaving the boy with only a blank answer.

He should have felt anxious, because the unknown is inherently unsettling.

But for some reason, the boy only felt a strange sense of security.

That false warmth is like a fragile shell, beautiful but easily broken.

Su Qing'an leaned back in his seat. He hadn't slept for three days and three nights. The non-stop travel and numerous battles had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

But I still can't rest.

The boy glanced at his cuff unintentionally; it was pure white.

Looking further in, the wide, ancient-style robes remained pristine white.

Su Qing'an must have felt confused; he wasn't unaware that he was bleeding.

There's no reason why the clothes shouldn't be stained with blood.

But he took this simple logic for granted, just as he ignored the large amount of useful information in his diary, subconsciously choosing to receive only the information he had to receive.

Su Qing'an is acting very strangely right now.

If he continues to observe the lake of the heart, he will find that whenever he comes into contact with information that could potentially reveal the truth, a dark crack suddenly spreads out.

Only by ignoring themselves can these cracks be prevented from spreading further.

When dark cracks spread across the once clear and icy heart, that is the fate of a shattered sword heart.

The immense pressure, despair, sorrow, and various negative emotions overwhelmed the boy's soul. Subconsciously, he rejected any information that could potentially cause him to break down in order to protect himself.

Just like Su Qing'an, who initially liked to use escapism to resolve the grief of her family's demise and treated her own life arbitrarily and carelessly.

Now, the boy suddenly felt as if he had returned to the beginning.

But no matter how much he tried to escape, his extremely strong will and external factors led to this.

Su Qing'an ultimately had nowhere to escape.

3. The truth revealed, the determination.

Strangely, compared to the high-end technology in the research institute, the city's roads were far too old and outdated. The signs were covered in mottled rust, and the dusty cameras were the kind of models that Su Qing'an used to look down on in the world.

Although he habitually used the word "势" (shi), Su Qing'an did not believe that the camera still had any practical function.

The roadside weeds grew wildly, as if no one had taken care of them, stretching along the edge of the road like decorations in a garden.

Clumps of snow-white wildflowers crowded in a corner of the field of vision, aimlessly and languidly.

The boy picked up his luggage.

That was a leather shoulder bag that had been abandoned in the research institute; now it was filled with purified water and compressed biscuits.

This weight was nothing to him, so Su Qing'an chose to abandon the energy vehicle.

Su Qing'an walked along this desolate highway, having already memorized all the maps in the car within ten minutes.

Even though he is currently in a strange mental state, his inherent vigilance and habits still make him appear to be a very normal person with cautious judgment.

He abandoned the energy vehicle because he realized that the technology in the research institute was likely not on the same level as the civilian technology that was popular in the city.

This energy vehicle might represent backwardness and unsightly behavior among researchers, but for the ordinary residents of the city, it might be too conspicuous.

As an unregistered individual, I need to integrate into this world quietly, which would make the existence of the energy vehicle too conspicuous.

Out of caution, he chose to abandon the electric vehicle in the wilderness outside the highway, not far from the city.

After memorizing the location, I began my hiking trip.

To outsiders, Su Qing'an's appearance at this moment was quite strange.

He wore a tattered white robe stained with blood, and walked barefoot on the ground. His handsome face had changed after three days and three nights of sleepless nights; dust and bloodstains obscured most of his features, and he could no longer be described as good-looking.

Only those eyes, indifferent and lifeless, left a deep impression, like snow piled up in the dark night, unable to melt or dissipate.

Previously, the boy had maintained an extremely fast pace in the desolate plains, but when he arrived in the city of the restarted timeline, he strangely became in no hurry at all.

Su Qing'an walked at a leisurely pace into the populated city.

The familiar crowds came into view again. The boy lowered his eyes and did not look at the faces of any passers-by. He slowly sketched out the true appearance of the city in his mind.

Billboard.

car.

High-rise buildings.

These were all familiar scenes, clearly presented before my eyes, yet I couldn't muster a single trace of joy.

Su Qing'an stepped into the crowd, drifting along with the flow of people, wandering aimlessly in rhythm with the rhythm of the city's inhabitants.

The boy was like a ghost; he refused any communication and never left a trace of his back or face in anyone's sight.

Very strange.

After subconsciously withdrawing from the other person's subconscious, Su Qing'an felt a strange sense of unease, as if some familiar feeling was repeatedly clamoring in her brain.

The ability to achieve the desired infiltration by taking advantage of others' subconscious neglect is certainly powerful.

However, to use this ability to deceive others, one needs to maintain an even higher level of concentration. Naturally, being deceived by one's subconscious self, one will notice something amiss in such a state.

"Click".

It was a subtle sound, like the faint cracking of the glaze caused by the thermal expansion of the body and glaze during the firing of porcelain, yet it was also so powerful.

The dark cracks spread out in beautiful patterns on the ice, like flowers gradually blooming, each petal slowly unfolding and giving rise to a breathtaking beauty.

Countless flaws began to appear all over the already clear and bright sword heart, and the deep blackness flowed along the cracks, so thick that it seemed to be engraved into the bone marrow.

The subconscious fear and the boy's unwavering will began to clash, and he gradually peeled away the layers of information that had been blocked in his subconscious, as if unraveling a fog.

The place mentioned in that notebook is the Mu Continent.

"Click".

The technologically advanced energy vehicle didn't bear any symbols of destiny or entropy reversal; instead, it featured a moth pattern with flames drawn in the center.

"Click".

The city that passersby were talking about earlier was... Canghai City.

"Click".

The subtle yet deafening chain of shattering fragments continued uninterrupted, their clear sound reaching my ears as if mocking me with a low murmur.

The pitch-black flowers and branches silently bloomed on the ice of the heart, and the cracks had piled up to countless.

The boy stood expressionless in the middle of the crowd, glanced at the billboards on the roadside, and said softly:

"Pre-civilization".

"I've arrived here."

Su Qing'an glanced at the blood-stained cuff; the real crimson pierced his pupils like a sharp sword. He said softly:

"The clothes... were already dirty."

Pre-civilization.

The implications of this result are self-evident.

The crisp crackling sound swept away the previous trivialities; the cracks were interacting and overlapping.

Once the Heart Ice is ravaged by countless cracks, the Mirror Sword Heart that Su Qing'an painstakingly cultivated will shatter into a lifeless void, and from then on, the Collapse Energy will completely turn against him.

Su Qing'an, who will completely sever the Honkai energy cycle, will survive, but will also lose the ability to face powerful enemies.

In such a world, this outcome is tantamount to death.

The boy said softly:

"It can't break yet."

Thus, the spread of the crack came to an abrupt halt.

He repeated it softly again:

"It can't break yet."