Mythological origin

Next, Bai Mo's gaze began to wander around the planet again.

His "vision" is not what the naked eye can see, but a divine perception that transcends dimensional limitations.

Earth, the planet that appears vast and boundless to ordinary people, is peeled back layer by layer in the perception dimension of a true immortal, revealing its intricate and magnificent structure.

It is indeed very large, enough to accommodate the life, reproduction, rise and fall of countless creatures and civilizations.

However, to Bai Mo at this moment, it was more like a complex and intricate miniature bonsai floating in the dark universe.

His myriad thoughts are like a thousand pairs of omnipresent eyes.

This perspective reminded Bai Mo once again of a short poem he had read in his youth.

Look at me, star; may I be the heavens, watching you with countless eyes.

In this almost unconscious, all-encompassing scan, an extremely faint yet strangely "familiar" soul fluctuation caught Bai Mo's attention.

The location of the fluctuations... was in the southwest of the Fourth Roman Empire, deep in a continuous stretch of primeval forest.

The coordinates were instantly locked by Bai Mo.

In an instant, countless wandering thoughts converged, magnifying and analyzing the scene in that area a thousand times over, presenting it in the core of Bai Mo's consciousness with exquisite detail.

focus!

A young face, travel-worn but bearing a mixture of determination and vigilance, came into Bai Mo's view.

Luo Yi?!

This information was like a high-voltage current, instantly penetrating Bai Mo's mind.

How can it be?

At this time?
This location?

In Bai Mo's memory, Luo Yi was a creation of his own in a parallel world, a mere tool.

In that timeline that was heading towards extreme destruction, Bai Mo from the parallel world, in order to resist the ultimate erosion of the power of Dao, almost devoured all the living beings on Earth, turning them all into nourishment for his own continuation.

Then it extended its tentacles into the deep universe, constantly devouring other intelligent and emotional civilizations, using endless plunder to delay its own complete annihilation.

In some ways, it's no different from the evil corpses that Bai Mo killed in this life.

It's all about killing!

Disloyal people should be killed.

Even a loyal person can be killed.

Those who act unjustly shall be killed.

Even a righteous person can be killed.

Like killing a swarm of bees, once it sees a living creature, it kills it and that's it.

But for some reason, Bai Mo of that world seemed unwilling to see any of his counterparts repeat that desperate mistake.

So, at a crucial juncture, he used his power to send out a large number of information carriers—what he called "message in a bottle"—to countless parallel universes of "Earth".

These randomly generated messages in bottles, carrying information, are like cosmic dust, crossing the barriers of space and time and randomly scattering into numerous parallel universes.

Luo Yi was the vessel that Bai Mo carried in the bottle on Earth in his previous life.

His very existence should be a message, a warning.

Is it just a coincidence?
Bai Mo's senses swept across the area of ​​dozens of kilometers around Luo Yi.

Immediately afterwards, he saw, less than ten kilometers away from Luo Yi, a clearing in the forest that had been smashed open by a powerful force, scattered with more than a dozen figures, each with a weak breath, varied forms, and residual traces of energy fluctuations clearly not from this world. These were the reincarnators who hadn't even made it as cannon fodder in the previous battle between the immortals, but had miraculously survived.

The gathering point of severely injured and dying reincarnators, and Luo Yi, the "message in a bottle" carrier who should not theoretically appear at this time... actually ran into each other?
……

The ten places remain unmoved.

This state is like the strongest shackles, firmly anchoring Bai Mo's consciousness in a transcendent "observer" mode.

He can perceive all things, but he cannot truly "touch" them, nor can he unleash even the slightest bit of power sufficient to interfere with reality.

Bai Mo was trapped behind an absolutely transparent glass wall, only able to watch but unable to move.

If it weren't for that, he would have already taken action.

Like other true immortals, Bai Mo rarely wastes time guessing about things that involve reading minds and searching souls.

All his distracting thoughts vanished instantly.

An unprecedentedly massive core of consciousness has been condensed.

All eyes were focused on Luo Yi, who was trekking through the deep mountains and forests.

Luo Yi was walking through a primeval forest.

His attire certainly resembled that of an experienced outdoor adventurer.

A full-body waterproof jacket, a huge hiking backpack, and specialized walking sticks and a hood...

Such a person appearing in this remote, primeval forest is rare, but not entirely inexplicable.

Perhaps he is an avid hiker, an explorer searching for rare plants, or a field worker carrying out a special mission.

However, he is Luo Yi.

A "message in a bottle" carrying information from a destroyed parallel world.

A key variable that shouldn't have appeared at this time and place.

Why did he venture deep into this treacherous mountain forest, which is difficult to mark even clearly on satellite maps?
Bai Mo's mind continued to race.

At their level, events involving the trajectory of fate and entanglements of cause and effect can almost be ruled out as mere coincidences.

The appearance of Luo Yi and the approach of the landing point for the reincarnators must be connected by some deeper level that he has not yet discerned.

……

Luo Yi was unaware that he was being watched by a transcendent being.

He wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath of the cool forest air, and tried to dispel the vexation in his heart.

The root of this frustration lies in my own inexplicable "rebirth".

When he awoke from a severe headache and memory lapses, and confirmed that he had indeed returned to the early stages of the Reiki revival, a time when everything was still "before it began," he was instantly overwhelmed with ecstasy.

In his previous life, he was a fighter who resisted the bloody rule of the "White Devil," and ultimately died a miserable and desperate death amidst the endless pursuit of the enemy's numerous henchmen.

Having been given a second chance at life, he firmly believes that he possesses the advantage of foresight and will, like the protagonists in those legendary novels, enjoy the pleasures of revenge, seize opportunities, easily reach the pinnacle of power, and nip that terrifying future demon king in the bud!
However, reality soon dealt him a heavy blow.

The first thing he did upon returning to the "past" was, naturally, to use his memories from his previous life to frantically gather all information about Bai Mo, trying to find the future demon king's weakness or his early whereabouts, so he could kill him as soon as possible.

The results of it?
There's absolutely no need for him to bother finding out!
Shenfeng, who was reborn as a purple-robed nobleman of the Fourth Roman Empire, had already spread the name of Bai Mo and the astronomical bounty of fifty million far and wide.

He opened all of Bai Mo's boxes. (End of Chapter)