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

South China Sea, a private island.

The white sand beach shimmered with a silvery-white luster under the moonlight.

Thirty meters underground in the villa, there is a secret room surrounded by layers of anti-detection arrays.

The walls were inlaid with hundreds of spirit cores, each emitting a dark blue light that illuminated the entire space like the deep sea.

In the center of the secret room, a man sat cross-legged.

He was about twenty years old, wearing a well-tailored black Zhongshan suit, with a thin face and a composure between his brows that was beyond his years.

Eyes closed, breathing evenly, chest rising and falling slightly—it's like sleeping, or perhaps meditating.

His name is Wei Changsheng.

One of the six authorized users.

A reincarnator from forty-seven worlds.

Wei Changsheng opened his eyes, a faint blue light flashing in his pupils.

"Come out."

In a corner of the enclosed room, the air began to distort.

A figure emerged from the void—a hunched back, a head full of white hair, wrinkles on his face like a dried-up riverbed, and skin covered with dark brown age spots.

But his eyes don't look like an old man's.

Those were a pair of young eyes, clear and sharp, like two polished obsidian stones, gleaming with a cold light in the deep blue glow.

"Tianmu".

Wei Changsheng did not get up, but only slightly raised his head.

You're late.

"I encountered a small problem on the way."

Tianmu sat down opposite Wei Changsheng, her movements slow, as if her joints were not very flexible. "Taicang Xizhi has taken action again today, eliminating people like Castro and you."

"But he's strange; he's too righteous. He doesn't seem like the person who's already dead; he seems more like the person he used to be."

Wei Changsheng's brow twitched slightly:

"Oh, does that mean he's alive again?"

Tianmu's voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed on sandpaper: "No, he can't be alive."

"I died with him back then. I died before him, and I was the one who ambushed him from behind. I know best whether he's dead or not."

Wei Changsheng nodded:

"Where is Xi Sheng Yuan Tong?"

"same."

"He's dead."

"But he survived."

Wei Changsheng pondered for a long time, then revealed a cryptic smile: "Since that's the case, why don't you go and kill one yourself and you'll find out?"

Tianmu did not respond.

He knew that Wei Changsheng was using reverse psychology.

Although he had indeed thought about it that way, he didn't want to test the waters before his strength had fully recovered, given the unknown variables involved.

The secret room was quiet for a moment, with only the buzzing sound of the spirit cores on the walls echoing in the air.

Wei Changsheng took out a jade slip from his sleeve and placed it on the ground between the two of them.

"This is what you wanted—the complete cultivation method from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Integration stage of Immortal Path, with 3,672 cultivation paths, each with detailed annotations and empirical data."

Tianmu's pupils contracted slightly.

He looked at the jade slip on the ground, a faint, almost imperceptible longing flashing in his cloudy eyes—but it was quickly suppressed.

He looked up: "What do you want?"

"Spiritual Vein".

"Ten, unexploited, each with reserves no less than three times that of the Castro one."

"Impossible." Tianmu's voice was calm, even with a hint of a smile. "There are no more than fifteen unexploited spiritual veins on the entire Blue Star with reserves no less than three times that of Castro."

"You're asking for ten items right off the bat; your appetite is too big."

"So how much are you going to give?"

"Sanjo."

"Hachijo."

Four.

"Seven articles."

Five, no more.

Wei Changsheng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Deal."

He took out another jade slip from his sleeve and placed it next to the first one:

"This is the Tribulation Transcending Chapter."

"If the quality of the spiritual veins you give me exceeds my expectations, I will also give you the Mahayana Sutra."

Tianmu stared at the two jade slips and remained silent for a long time.

Then he reached out and put the two jade slips into his sleeve.

He stood up, his posture straightening from hunched over. His white hair moved without wind in the pale blue light, and his cloudy eyes cleared in an instant—those eyes were no longer those of an old man, but those of an ancient being who had experienced countless life and death and seen through countless changes in the world.

Wei Changsheng watched him transform from an "old man" into a "deity".

"There is one more thing." Tianmu's voice was no longer hoarse, but clear and cold, like a mountain stream. "Besides us, the gods in other star fields are also recovering."

Wei Changsheng pondered, "Are there races in the starry sky?"

"Those were the traitors and betrayers from back then."

"But I can sense that they have locked onto the coordinates of this world."

"The passage can be opened in three to five years if it is fast; it will take no more than ten years if it is slow."

Tianmu looked down at Wei Changsheng: "Our deal must be completed before they arrive."

"Why?" Wei Changsheng asked. "Are you afraid of them?"

The Heavenly Mother smiled.

The problem isn't with Wei Changsheng, but with the word "fear."

"It's not fear."

"It is hatred."

His voice was very soft, as soft as a breeze, but its clear tone contained a deep, ancient hatred.

"Some hatred is etched into the soul, and cannot be washed away even in reincarnation."

The figure of Tianmu began to fade, starting from the edges and gradually merging into the air, like a painting soaked in water, the colors slowly spreading and the outlines becoming blurred.

"Five spiritual veins will be delivered to your designated location within a month."

Tianmu has disappeared.

The secret room returned to silence.

Wei Changsheng sat alone in the dim blue light, head down, looking at the spot on the ground where the two jade slips had once been placed.

……

The North, the Ice Plains.

The research vessel has been frozen in the ice for fifteen years.

The ship's hull was deformed by the ice, the steel plates were twisted, the portholes were shattered, and the deck was covered with snow.

From a distance, it looks like the skeleton of a giant beast frozen in ice.

Deep inside the ship, in a converted laboratory, the lights were still on.

In the center of the laboratory, a huge culture chamber stands.

The glass wall has three layers, with a light blue nutrient solution in the middle, in which a fifteen-year-old boy is suspended.

The boy closed his eyes and curled up like a fetus in the womb.

His skin was so white it was almost translucent, and you could see the pale blue blood vessels and veins beneath it.

The hair was very long and floated in the nutrient solution, like a clump of dark seaweed.

His name is Zhou Yan.

One of the six authorized users.

Fifteen years ago, he was still an infant lying in an incubator.

His parents brought him here, but he froze to death outside.

He was left alone there, and through sheer willpower, he crawled out using his infant body.

In his final moments before starving to death, he used discarded plastic and some unknown chemicals to create a nutrient solution that could sustain him.

This could be described as the worst start to his life.

It's not that the environment he was born in was terrible, but that he couldn't cultivate in this place—if he hadn't learned the technology testing system before, he would have starved to death here.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes.

The incubation chamber lid opens automatically, and the nutrient solution is drained from the bottom.

Zhou Yan stepped out of the incubation chamber and stood barefoot on the cold ground.

His body was very thin, so thin that his ribs bulged out, like a skeleton covered in skin.

He walked to the lab bench and made a gesture in the air.

A screen of light unfolded before them, displaying hundreds of data streams densely packed together—some were real-time monitoring footage of Castro, some were internal communications of cultivator organizations in various countries, and some were real-time monitoring data of global spiritual energy concentration.