Mythological origin

Luo Yi stretched his shoulders, which were a little sore from being squeezed by the heavy backpack.

The backpack was filled with dry food that could be stored for a long time, such as compressed biscuits, jerky, and energy bars, as well as a large amount of antibiotics, hemostatic bandages, disinfectant, painkillers, two bags of saline solution, and simple suturing instruments.

Not only that, the package even contained some strange bottles and jars—pre-prepared healing ointments that exuded a fresh herbal scent, and potent recovery potions made with the essence of certain exotic beasts.

In the world after the Autumn of the Spirit River, humanity has begun to develop various rare and precious materials.

Luo Yi put in a lot of effort to create these special elixirs.

For an expedition that claims to be seeking "opportunities" in the mountains, preparing such a large amount of medical supplies seems rather strange and cumbersome.

In Luo Yi's understanding, opportunities usually refer to rare and precious materials or ancient relics.

Even if there are some dangers inside the ruins, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?
"Senior, I still don't understand." Luo Yi couldn't help but ask in his mind again.

“Since we are going to seek ‘opportunities,’ why do we have to bring so many medicines? Although this forest is deep, it should only take a few days to find the place according to the way you pointed out. Carrying dozens of kilograms of things on the road is too exhausting.”

He weighed the backpack in his hand; the bottles, jars, and metal instruments inside made dull clattering sounds as he moved.

In his mind, Jing Xuanzi's voice remained silent for a moment.

Luo Yi could even "sense" that the remnant soul seemed to be fluctuating slightly, as if it was weighing something.

"Hmph, kid, what do you know?" Jing Xuanzi's voice rang out again.

"The secrets of heaven are profound and mysterious; how could you presume to fathom them? My methods of divination have their own deep meaning. I've entrusted you with this task, so take it with you! Once we reach our destination, you will naturally understand the key points. There's no point in saying more now; hurry on your way! Don't miss the appointed time!"

Jing Xuanzi's tone was resolute and left no room for doubt. He directly shut down Luo Yi's questions with the statement, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

Luo Yi frowned. Although he had doubts and dissatisfaction, he was powerless to change the situation.

He knew too little about the old monster residing in his body; the power and knowledge it possessed far exceeded his imagination. For now, he could only choose to endure and obey.

Besides, they're practically in the same boat now. If the old man really wants to harm me, we'll just have to die together.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his dissatisfaction, adjusted his backpack straps, and resignedly started walking again.

Pushing aside the denser bushes ahead, Luo Yishen continued his journey northward, his steps uneven, as Jing Xuanzi had indicated.

……

"My personal grandfather... Jing Xuanzi... the opportunity points to the landing point for the reincarnators..."

Bai Mo heard everything Luo Yi said, which seemed to be talking to himself.

Jing Xuanzi?
Bai Mo had never heard of this person.

In his previous life, it seems that none of the powerful figures who rose to power on Earth, or the extraterrestrial beings who later descended to this world through various means, used the name "Jing Xuanzi".

Either the other party was not well-known in its original world, or it was completely and silently annihilated in some corner of history after it came to Earth.

Most importantly, Jing Xuanzi was able to accurately pinpoint the temporary landing point of the group of severely injured reincarnators through some kind of divination and deduction technique.

Furthermore, he seemed to know that there was an "opportunity" there, which cannot be explained by mere coincidence!
The reincarnators arrived following the spacetime turbulence caused by the explosion of the main temple fragments. Normally, their landing location would be impossible to predict.

Although Bai Mo could not directly "see" the remnant soul form of Jing Xuanzi, nor "hear" the voice echoing in Luo Yi's mind, he could deduce many things from the other party's self-talk.

"An old man by your side, a message in a bottle, a 'chance' that can predict the landing point of reincarnators... things have become more interesting than expected."

Bai Mo's consciousness, like a cold star, silently watched the young figure struggling through the mountains below, and the ancient soul hidden within him.

He remained the uninvolved observer, but the script before him seemed to be developing in a direction completely beyond his initial expectations. "Does this count as not impersonating me, but replacing me in a parallel world?"

Bai Mo thought to himself.

However, at this point, he was beginning to have a few clues about the identity of "Jing Xuanzi".

……

Luo Yi continued walking.

Jing Xuanzi's voice seemed to still echo in his ears: "...Southwest, three miles away, in the woods below the cliff, you will encounter them. Remember, it's a 'chance encounter,' not something you deliberately seek out."

At the time, Luo Yi felt that the old man's divination skills were really outrageous. He could even accurately locate a stranded person in another world with chaotic energy. If he had this ability in his previous life, he would not have been hunted down to death.

He parted a clump of saw ferns, and suddenly a clearing appeared before him—a forest clearing surrounded by tall banyan trees.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood, mixed with a burnt smell and the strange ozone lingering from a spatial tear, violently assaulting his sense of smell.

The scene on the open ground was truly horrific.

A group of people, some leaning, some lying down, all bore extremely serious injuries, as if they had just struggled out of the most brutal meat grinder battlefield.

Severed limbs, deep lacerations exposing bone, charred flesh burned by energy, and even several bodies that appeared eerily translucent, as if they might dissipate into space at any moment.

After seeing their situation, Luo Yi had roughly guessed Jing Xuanzi's meaning.

These people were all injured but strong individuals. The items in their backpacks were meant to help them and in exchange for favors.

He immediately adjusted his expression and began acting and memorizing his lines.

"You... you've encountered an accident?"

Luo Yi's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet forest.

A red-haired man sitting under the largest banyan tree looked up at the sound.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked, and there were obvious signs of excessive blood loss.

The most shocking thing was his left arm—severed clean to the root, with an extremely smooth cut, as if it had been cut by some extremely sharp substance.

The wound was covered with a faint, chaotic, and potentially extinguishable aura of alien energy, clearly indicating that his remaining strength was barely suppressing the bleeding and infection.

He coughed twice, each cough causing excruciating pain throughout his body.

The redhead looked at Luo Yi warily and weakly.

"You are……?"

He had lost his right hand in his original world, but after becoming a member of the main temple, he spent a relatively small amount of points to have his hand grow back.

As a result, in the spatial turbulence, this time it was his left hand that was severed.

If the main temple were still standing, this level of damage wouldn't be considered too serious, but now, the main temple has been reduced to ashes before their very eyes...

What's more troublesome is that their spatial equipment for storing supplies was completely destroyed in the spatial turbulence, and now they have nothing left but their lives.

"I am Luo Yi, an adventurer. I've heard there's some secret realm deep within this forest..."

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PS2: There will be two more chapters tomorrow. I was planning to update after the group chat exploded, but I just happened to get sick ORZ (End of this chapter)