My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

After listening to Ye Wanlan's account, Jun Muqian nodded and couldn't help but sigh, "So that's how it is. Such a hero, to pass away like this, it's truly heartbreaking."

Ying Zijing lowered her head, clearly also having some memories stirred up.

She slowly closed her eyes and whispered, "Protect the home, defend the country, protect the world..."

Seven simple words, yet they carry the weight of life.

Every stroke and line is made of flesh and blood.

Si Fuqing hugged Ye Wanlan tightly: "Sister..."

When she was very young, she sometimes wondered why Ye Wanlan would often space out in the middle of the night.

It turns out that Ye Wanlan was also missing her former family.

He was fortunate enough to return to China, only to be shocked to learn that his relatives and friends had died in battle three hundred years ago. How painful must that be?
Ye Wanlan raised her hand and gently patted her back, smiling, "It's okay, it's all over now."

“Sister, I will help you.” Si Fuqing’s gaze was firm. “I will help you bring them back.”

Hearing this, Ye Wanlan fell silent: "But I... don't know how to bring them back. I can't sense their souls."

"This is because not every world has reincarnation," Ying Zijin said slowly. "The underworld existed in the primordial world because when the world was created, a portion of Pangu's essence and blood transformed into the six paths of reincarnation."

“That’s right,” Jun Muqian said. “But not every universe has someone like Pangu. If a reincarnation system wasn’t created during the creation of the world, then there’s no way to join the cycle of reincarnation later.”

Just like building a house, if the foundation is planned in the beginning, it may cause the house to collapse if it is changed later.

Si Fuqing whispered, "Yes, Earth 9 doesn't have one either, otherwise..."

She also really wanted to bring back Jiang Zhaoyue, the female general who protects the country, Jiang Xuanjin, the white-clad military commander, Jiang Haiping, the national marshal, and all the Jiang family soldiers.

Unfortunately, fate cannot be defied.

She couldn't do it.

Jun Muqian patted Ying Zijin on the shoulder: "Ying Zijin also asked me if it was possible to resurrect the other dead sages, but there really is no way."

“Ninety-nine percent of living beings can have their souls stay in the human world for seven days after they die,” Ying Zijin continued. “This is what we often call the ‘first seven days after death,’ but those who can communicate with the Yin and Yang can slow down the departure of the soul.”

Ye Wanlan nodded.

A powerful psychic can summon back those who died months ago.

“But this cannot stop the soul from dissipating and the power from returning to chaos,” Ying Zijin said. “The universe is chaotic, all life originates from chaos, and in the end, it must return to chaos, where the soul is reassembled and reborn as a human.”

"To ensure the immortality of the soul, one needs immense strength and luck," Si Fuqing said, resting her chin on her hand. "And it's also possible that someone else sacrificed their life for it."

Everything in the world follows a principle of balance, and this principle cannot be broken.

Although they are above these laws, they cannot arbitrarily change them for the safety of billions of lives.

Otherwise, countless people would die overnight, even innate demon gods like Donghuang Taiyi.

Ye Wanlan clenched her fists, her expression somber: "So, is there really no other way?"

Even though she repeatedly warned herself that the tide of time is irreversible and history cannot be changed, she still wanted to give it a try.

She wanted to win.

“Yes,” Jun Muqian said. “If the situation is really as Alan said, then the Prince of Yan and his group are different, because they returned in a way that is neither a soul nor a living person.”

“That’s right!” Si Fuqing’s expression brightened. “Because if the Time Management Bureau hadn’t intervened, they shouldn’t have died so young. Dying young was not their fate.”

Ye Wanlan suddenly looked up: "What do you mean?"

"This is the first time I've encountered something like this." Jun Muqian stroked her chin. "Old fortune teller, have you figured it out yet?" Ying Zijin yawned and hummed in agreement: "It's up to you."

"Ah?" Jun Muqian understood in an instant, "Then I would like to ask the three of you to come back to the Primordial World with me."

Ye Wanlan pondered: "The primordial universe?"

She already knew that the Primordial World was a cultivation universe, and that countless mythical figures she had seen in movies, TV series, and novels actually lived there.

Whether it's Nuwa who mended the sky or Laozi who refined elixirs.

Or perhaps it's Sun Wukong, who wreaked havoc in Heaven, or Nezha, the Third Prince of the Red Lotus.

The reason they remained as legends in her world was because of the entanglement between worlds.

What actually happened in one world becomes the story of another.

"Sister, the prehistoric world is so much fun!" Si Fuqing blinked her fox-like eyes. "I even fought with the Great Sage."

“Then let’s go.” Ye Wanlan patted her head and smiled. “Listen, let’s act together.”

Yan Tingfeng's face visibly lit up with pleasure, and he chuckled softly, "Alright."

"A-Jiu, hit him!" Si Fuqing hugged Yu Xiheng again, baring his teeth like a fox.

Yu Xiheng ruffled her hair and said, "Let's go together."

Si Fuqing pondered, "Then I'll have to ask Xiaoqian to help me summon the Innate Demon God."

She wasn't the only one who wanted to fight.

"An innate demon god?" Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow. "I'm also somewhat interested."

What would it be like to fight against the gods from mythology?
"The matter is urgent, we must leave now," Jun Muqian said. "I hereby announce that our Cosmic Guardian Team has gained two more members, and from now on, we will be invincible!"

Ying Zijing covered her ears expressionlessly.

She could never accept the name.

"Disciple, are you leaving already?" The Master of Ghost Valley said with great regret. "You've only just returned, and I haven't had a proper chat with you yet."

"I'll come back after I've finished helping my sister." Si Fuqing hugged the Master of Ghost Valley. "Master, I'll steal back the new pills that Laozi has just refined for you."

The Master of Guigu was pleased: "Alright, then go ahead."

“Come on, let’s take the space carrier over.” Jun Muqian jumped onto the deck first. “Ying Zijin’s invention is excellent. Otherwise, flying over would be quite tiring.”

Ye Wanlan and the others also boarded the ship.

The space carrier entered unmanned mode, and with a "whoosh," it jumped through space and left the Eternal Continent.

During her journey to the prehistoric world, Jun Muqian felt as if she had forgotten something again.

Forget it, forget it.

Anything she forgot was not a big deal.

At that moment, on the Eternal Continent, there was a "whoosh" sound.

Two figures descended upon this world.

One of them was Rong Qing, the young master of the Heavenly Domain, who was abandoned by Jun Muqian.

The other one is Fu Yunshen, the sixteenth of the twenty-two sages, a sage-demon who travels to other worlds specifically to buy desserts for Ying Zijing. (End of Chapter)