this infinite world

"Yang Yun, Yang Yun?"

——It seems like an echo from far away, or like the lingering sound in the long river of time.

When Yang Yun gradually regained consciousness from the blurry state between dream and reality, the first thing that caught his eye was Zheng Zha's happy face. His tone was full of worry: "Are you okay? It seems that something is wrong with you... What happened?"

"I……"

Yang Yun wanted to speak, but as soon as he uttered a character with his dry lips, countless memories came flooding back, as if to imprint everything he had experienced 18,000 years ago in his DNA, turning it into some kind of thought stamp.

Arthas, Gong Yeyu, Human Emperor Pei Xi, Pei Jiao, the Four Symbols, Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Immortal Sword Formation, the Tongtian Cauldron... every word and every detail that Yang Yun experienced, even including what those extra cultivators who were completely swept away by the flood pouring down from the nine heavens said, are all fresh in his memory, with no sign of forgetting at all.

——So, why not engrave something useful into DNA...

Although he knew that gene locks existed, and that genes were the best carrier for humans, far better than any other options, Yang Yun still had some complaints about how this matter was handled, especially when the words he wanted to express were shattered by the huge memories, and this feeling was exacerbated.

Until the end, Yang Yun had no choice but to open his mouth and asked dryly: "...Before, where were you?"

"Huh? How dare you ask me that? I wanted to ask you something!"

After hearing Yang Yun hesitate for a long time and finally say this, Zheng Zha was immediately furious. He said with a bad look: "What do you mean? All the cars on the road are going against the traffic rules, and you are the only one who obeys the traffic rules, right?"

"We were all together and it was you who suddenly disappeared. How dare you ask where we are now?"

"Wait, are you all together?" Hearing this, Yang Yun was stunned. He subconsciously tried to find the little girl in the crowd who was still ignorant 18,000 years ago, but now she has put on armor and shouldered her own responsibilities: "Does it include Xue Na?"

"Why not?"

Zheng Zha looked at Yang Yun strangely, who was trying to stand up but still seemed unsteady due to the influence of his huge memory, and reached out to help him up. At the same time, he pointed to Xue Na, who was resting with her eyes closed and leaning against a stone pillar on the other side, and said, "Maybe she consumed too much energy. She has been in a deep sleep since she came back."

"What a coincidence! You just woke up from your coma and she fell into a deep sleep again. It's like you two were taking turns to rest..."

——Perhaps, this is not a coincidence?

Thinking about the process of Xue Na and Arthas escaping from the prehistoric continent, which seemed closely connected with his own behavior of returning to the past through the time and space corridor, Yang Yun had a vague guess in his mind.

But before Yang Yun could express his guess, Zheng Zha took a step ahead and deliberately whispered through the private chat channel of the mind link: "You can't imagine how Zhao Yingkong reacted after discovering that you disappeared inexplicably. She was as aggressive as a cat with its fur standing on end. If it weren't for my quick reaction, I'm afraid Xue Na would have seventeen or eighteen more holes on her body..."

"Isn't that a bit exaggerated? Zhao Yingkong is not this type of character, so she shouldn't be so excited..."

Yang Yun rubbed his forehead and denied it subconsciously. But when he thought of Zhao Yingkong's action of holding his left hand tightly before leaving, his words that were originally certain became more uncertain: "...Should be, right?"

“When you ask this question in a questioning tone, it proves that you already have the answer in your heart.”

Zheng Zha shook his head helplessly, patted Yang Yun on the shoulder and said, "And I don't know whether you haven't woken up yet, or if what Zhan Lan said actually makes some sense. You are such a slow-witted guy on weekdays."

"You know, I'm not exaggerating at all. Everyone can prove it. If Chu Xuan hadn't checked your previous status through the Conferred God List and confirmed that you didn't have any safety issues, and even that disappearing was a good thing for you, I might not have been able to stop Zhao Yingkong's weapon in such a hurry."

——You really can’t stop it?

If Yang Yun was still skeptical about the previous description, then even though Yang Yun has not yet fully come to his senses, he can be 100% sure that this sentence is complete nonsense.

However, Yang Yun did not expose this obvious lie, but looked in Zhao Yingkong's direction. Seeing a trace of worry on Zhao Yingkong's cold face, and the emotions that were too obvious for the assassin girl's usual behavior, Yang Yun finally opened his mouth and said frankly: "Sorry, I made you worry."

"Heh...it's okay, as long as everything is safe."

Seeing Yang Yun honestly bow his head to admit his mistake, Zheng Zha also smiled slightly: "Then the question is, what did you go through after you disappeared? It shouldn't be like 'It's not that I don't want to say, but I can't say', right?"

"That's not the case." Yang Yun's mouth twitched slightly, and at the same time he reflected on whether he and Chu Xuan had used the same statement too many times during this period, which made Zheng Zha develop a corresponding conditioned reflex: "It's just that before I tell you about my own wonderful adventure, I want to hear about your experience first."

"Fine, as long as you're not stalling for time and thinking of new excuses to fool us..."

Zheng Zha glanced at Yang Yun strangely, cleared his throat and said, "Anyway, there's nothing to hide... All of us followed Xue Na to 18,000 years ago and experienced the memories of the first generation of the reincarnation team firsthand."

……

"You said, this is the primitive continent from 18,000 years ago?"

Standing in the void, holding Zhao Yingkong's Sanye Sword in one hand, not caring about the sharp blade that was no less than an S-class weapon, Zheng Zha, whose palm was covered with a layer of dragon scales, frowned and looked at Xue Na who was holding Frostmourne tightly on the other side. The latter replied: "Yes, just now, I used the historical projection mode of the time corridor and really brought you back to 18,000 years ago."

Although Xue Na was also confused about the mysterious disappearance of Yang Yun who was clearly holding her hand, after all, apart from him, it was the other members of the Zhongzhou team who had not had direct physical contact with her, which naturally aroused her doubts. However, since Chu Xuan took the initiative to say that the matter should be put aside for the time being, Xue Na did not dwell on it too much, but made a belated explanation: "This is not the reappearance of some kind of memory, we actually traveled through time and space and really returned to the past."

"Is it true? Then why can't I influence everything?"

Zheng Zha frowned and looked at the wild continent under his feet, but he could clearly feel that there was a thin membrane between him and everything in front of him. Although he could clearly feel the abundant energy in the air, he was completely unable to use it... It was as if he was now a ghost that existed and did not exist, and did not belong to this world.

From just now till now, quite a few cultivators have passed by, but not one of them has cast a corresponding glance at the people from the Zhongzhou team, completely treating them as air.

"The consumption of causal points is too great."

Xue Na gave an unexpected answer to Zheng Zha's question: "Since you have the fragments of the Investiture of the Gods, you should also know that changing history requires a huge amount of causal points, and the more important the historical node is, the more astronomical the causal points consumed will be."

"It would be fine if we were just bystanders, but once we really try to change history, the countercurrent of history will completely swallow us all up before that..."

When she said this, everyone in the Zhongzhou team could hear that Xuena's tone revealed a clear sense of unwillingness. She herself was obviously aware of her own misconduct, and turned away without saying a word, hiding her inner feelings with a cold attitude: "Enough of the nonsense... Next, let me show you what enemies my first generation reincarnation team is fighting against."

After she finished speaking, Xue Na did not make any movement, and the surrounding scene began to flow rapidly, like flowing water waves. When everything froze again, the Zhongzhou team was already surrounded by a strict military formation...

A sturdy man who looked somewhat similar to the governor was seen alone, fighting against the fleet of the Primordial Heavenly Court. Countless runes were released from his dark soul armor, turning into streams of energy, and directly invaded the control systems of several warships with rune technology, causing dozens or even hundreds of warships to explode.

More warships quickly gathered, forcibly fused with the strong man as the core, and transformed into an incomparably huge colonial giant. The reactors in their bodies were running together, releasing destructive thunder balls and annihilation light cannons towards the enemy. But even so, as time passed and energy was depleted, the strong man's movements became slower and slower...

"Arnold, a high-level fourth-order gene lock, died in the siege of the Primordial Heavenly Court fleet... and was killed after destroying 456,000 warships."

As Xue Na spoke, the space changed again, and this time a man with an axe in one hand appeared. Every time he swung the axe, it was like cutting through the chaos, triggering a wave of mixed energy, restoring the earth, water, fire and wind to their original state, and severing the order of time, space, matter and energy as well as the heaven and earth...

The two who fought against him were two famous gods in heaven. One of them had skin as white as snow and three eyes on his forehead. He was the Great Emperor Ma Yuanshuai. The Purple Star Demon Suppression Spear in his hand was shining with blazing brilliance. The blazing fire burning on the tip of the spear could burn everything and even burn up the Hunyuan Qi released by the man.

The other man had a dark complexion and rode a black tiger. He was Zhao Gongming, who was also the Marshal of the Primordial Heaven Court. In his hand, he held a golden sword made of countless square coins. His body was condensed by countless treasures, and he rushed towards the man in a mighty manner. The speed of his condensation was even faster than his destruction. The golden light was like a waterfall, and he wanted to crush the other party to death with his gold and silver treasures...

"Wang Jun, a high-level fourth-order gene lock, died in the joint siege by cultivator Zhao Gongming and Emperor Huaguang..."

The scene changed again, and this time a man appeared with fighting spirit wrapped around his body like gold. The quality and density of the energy were far higher than Cheng Xiao, who also practiced fighting spirit. Not only did it condense matter into armor and wings, but it also merged with the light of the soul. Just by waving his fists, both released golden thunder, like the wrath of the nine heavens, tearing the void and shaking the universe...

His opponent was an old man with three eyes on his forehead, a yellow face and a long beard. He rode on a black unicorn and held a yin-yang whip in his hands. Wherever the whip shadow went, purple thunder from the upper clear sky would descend, and the sound of thunder would shake the nine heavens. It was none other than Wen Zhong, the Nine-Heavenly Thunder Master!

At the beginning, the two of them were still fighting hard, but with the blessing of the thunder formation behind Wen Zhong, even the power of the shock wave was gradually defeated by the countless thunders...

"Li Lian, a fourth-order advanced gene lock, died at the hands of the cultivator Wen Zhong..."

After another transformation, an extremely handsome white man appeared. The man in priest's clothes was holding the double-helix blood-red Holy Spear Longinus in his hand. Blood seemed to flow from the spear, and a majestic blue giant god's phantom appeared, and the space was distorted.

The one who was fighting with him was a middle-aged man in a black imperial robe. He had a majestic aura like a demon star descending to the earth. The serrated long sword in his hand was surging with the flames of imperial hatred. He did not dodge and confronted the Spear of Longinus head-on. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, turning into a raging sea of ​​​​fire.

Even the holy spear that could kill gods could not defeat King Zhou who dared to challenge the emperor's power. Just as the handsome man was gradually losing the upper hand, a cold arrow suddenly shot out from the army formation and hit the man's knee...

"Varosti, a high-level soul cultivator of the Demon King, was defeated by the cultivator Di Xin, lost all his power, and his whereabouts are unknown..."

When the scene changed for the last time, Zheng Zha was shocked to find that a man in armor, surrounded by colorful rays of light, and with an aura that was no less powerful than his own, was holding a spear and staring coldly at the enemy in front of him. And on his body, there was an energy fluctuation that was very similar to the one Chu Xuan had used when he used the miracle to transform into Nuwa before...

Opposite him, there were two immortals standing side by side.

A man holds a Yin-Yang mirror in black and white in his left hand, with Yin and Yang shining and differentiating each other. He holds a sword in his right hand, with Xuan and Chi Qi flowing on the blade. The two elements, which literally mean water and fire, are actually harmonizing with each other to become Yin and Yang, forming a monstrous sword energy. He is wearing the same Bagua purple fairy robe as the one worn by Ming Yanwei.

The other person gently held up a whisk in his left hand and tightly grasped an upside-down red glass cover in his right hand. Inside the glass cover, nine fire dragons were soaring and circling in the space, their bodies shuttled through the flames, burning the surrounding void with fierce heat waves...

The second of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuxu, Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren!
Even when facing these two immortals who were famous in the Conferred Gods War, Yang Dingtian still held his own. His armor was as solid as the stone that mended the sky, and even the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover could not melt it; his spear tip was as sharp as the finger of the goddess Nuwa, and it could pierce through the sky with a single thrust, and even the Eight Diagrams Purple Immortal Cloth could not withstand it...

"Yang Dingtian, a primary saint, and a celestial cultivator..."

When Yang Dingtian was holding the "Fan Nian" spear in his hand and killing two immortals, a big seal suddenly flew out from the void, coming so fast and suddenly, without any sign, and hit Yang Dingtian's back solidly.

Even with the five-colored armor protecting him, this seal still made Yang Dingtian spit out a mouthful of blood. The next moment, several immortals rushed forward, and only Xue Na's voice was heard: "I was attacked by Guangchengzi's Fantian Seal, and was defeated by Chijingzi, Taiyi Zhenren..."

"…After being escorted to the Immortal Execution Platform, his soul flew away." (End of this chapter)