He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yun Yi's father in this life is named Yun Jingran.

I only heard the name later—because I hardly saw the father in the first few days after his birth.

From the snippets of conversation among the assistants, secretaries, and housekeepers coming and going, Yun Yi pieced together the basic situation of this life.

The Yun family is one of the city's top wealthy families.

Yun Jingran is the only heir of the Yun family in this generation. He had his first son, Yun Yi, when he was thirty-seven years old.

Before this, Yun Jingran only had two daughters.

So when the news of Yun Yi's birth spread, the entire Yun family celebrated.

Yun Yi's grandfather, Yun Zhenshan, a man in his seventies who had dominated the business world for half his life, flew back from abroad overnight upon hearing the news. He rushed to the hospital, held the infant Yun Yi in his arms, and said with tears streaming down his face:

"The Yun family has an heir."

Yun Yi was sleeping when the noise woke him up. He opened his eyes groggily and saw a wrinkled face smiling at him like a child.

The scene was quite touching.

—If you don't count the subtle expressions on the faces of the two older sisters standing next to me.

Yunyi has two older sisters, Yun Jin, who is five years old, and Yun Yao, who is three years old.

Two little girls, dressed in delicate little dresses and with their hair tied in bows, stood by the hospital bed, curiously looking at the wrinkled little thing.

Yun Jin leaned closer to take a look, then turned to Yun Yao and said:

"So ugly."

Yun Yao nodded seriously:

"ugly."

Yun Yi: "..."

Fine.

Days passed by like this.

Yun Yi stayed in the hospital for three days before being taken back to the Yun family villa.

It's called a villa, but it's more like an estate.

It covers several dozen acres and has three gardens and a private lake.

Yun Yi lived next to the master bedroom on the second floor, which faced south. The room was bigger than any apartment he had ever rented in the modern world.

We hired three postpartum nannies to take turns caring for the baby.

A private doctor visits once a day to check on the patient, recording weight, temperature, and other details.

While enjoying top-tier infant treatment, Yun Yi quietly began to observe the world.

With his still somewhat blurry eyes, he tried his best to capture every piece of information he could get his hands on.

A car occasionally drives by outside the window, an airplane flies overhead, and the sound of pile driving comes from a construction site in the distance...

This is undoubtedly a modern world.

The level of technology seemed to be similar to the world he came from before he traveled there.

The televisions are high-definition, the mobile phones are smartphones, and the cars on the road are gasoline-powered and a small number of electric vehicles.

There was nothing particularly groundbreaking or beyond our comprehension about it.

Everything seems normal.

—So normal that Yun Yi felt something was off.

According to the rules of the paradise, the weaker the reincarnator, the higher their status after reincarnation.

In this life, he was directly reincarnated into a top-tier wealthy family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth—doesn't that mean that among this batch of reincarnators, he is the weakest one again?

But what truly made him frown was not the issue of his identity.

It's a physical problem.

To be precise, it's a problem of the world.

Yunyi spent nearly a year confirming this matter.

Cultivation is impossible in this world.

It's the kind of "inability to cultivate" that's hard to explain.

Simply put, none of the cultivation techniques he created in his previous life, or the cultivation systems he obtained from other reincarnators, were actually cultivable.

Yes, that's right, there isn't a single one who can cultivate.

This world has no spiritual energy, nor any energy that can be absorbed.

This was somewhat beyond Yun Yi's comprehension.

According to the park, this is undoubtedly a miniature world.

According to Yun Yi's understanding, no matter how ordinary a minor world is, even if it is the same as the real world, it must still have energy that can be absorbed.

Unfortunately, it's not available.

If we had to put it into words, the cultivation difficulty in this world is countless times greater than that in the first beginner world.

It's a kind of difficulty that's hard to explain, like the world has been locked down.

Yes, that's the feeling—the world is locked down, and cultivation is not allowed.

That's why Yun Yi felt a bit of a headache.

You should know that the word you drew this time requires you to play a role.

Yun Yi's initial idea was simple: first cultivate to a certain level, and then create an avatar to show off his divine power in front of others.

But this world blocked the path right from the very first step.

Yunyi tried at least a hundred methods.

He tried everything from the most basic breathing exercises to complex meridian circulation techniques, and even the cultivation manuals he had obtained from various reincarnators in his previous life—the martial arts, the immortal arts, the divine arts, and even the demonic arts.

Without exception, all results were invalid.

This world is like an airtight iron barrel, blocking all paths to "extraordinary" success.

No, even calling it an iron bucket isn't accurate.

At least the iron bucket has gaps that allow water to seep in.

This world is more like... being gripped tightly from the outside by something, and forcibly molded into a dead star with no energy flowing.

After trying the 1,731st cultivation technique, Yun Yi finally gave up.

He lay in the crib, gazing at the slowly rotating starry sky projection lamp on the ceiling, lost in thought.

Although I cannot cultivate, I still have the entry "False Imitation" in this life.

However, the conditions for triggering this entry are quite demanding—it requires all beings to believe that he is a god or immortal, and the deeper their belief, the more realistic the imitation.

He struggles to even turn over now, let alone convince people that he is a god.

"Forget it, let's grow up first."

Yun Yi closed his eyes and decided to take a different path.

If spiritual practice doesn't work, then we'll try science.

Although his understanding of science was far less profound than his comprehension of cultivation techniques and laws, he had at least acquired a considerable amount of technological knowledge in the previous world.

After integration, while it may not be equivalent to a level three or four civilization, its technological level is roughly equivalent to that of a level two civilization.

Over the next period of time, Yunyi demonstrated considerable intelligence.

He's the kind of child prodigy who isn't so extraordinary that he makes the news.

But even so—

His father was pleased with this, and then went about his business.

But his grandfather was overjoyed and boasted about it wildly in his old friends' group.

Old friends in the group sent their congratulations, but most of them said it with a tone of "you're bragging again".

Yunyi's mother, Shen Ruoqing, was much calmer.

Shen Ruoqing, 32 years old, is a top celebrity in the entertainment industry. She has won the Best Actress award twice and has over 100 million fans.

After Yunyi was born, she took a six-month maternity leave, but even so, her schedule was still packed.

She could only go home to see her child every two or three days. Every time she came back, it was late at night. She would hug and kiss Yunyi, who was fast asleep, and then leave again before dawn the next day.

Yunyi's impression of this mother was: smelled good, looked good, and was very busy.

He was so busy that he saw her less often than he saw the deliveryman in a week.

Of course, Yun Yi didn't care.

He's busy.