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

Zhou Yan's gaze swept over the data streams and finally settled on one of the images.

The scene depicts ruins—the ruins of Castro's capital, the site of the fortress destroyed by Taicang Xizhi's single blow.

Zhou Yan stared at that image for a long time.

Then raise your hand to zoom in on the image.

In the ruins, a piece of rubble is faintly glowing.

The light was so weak that he wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been looking for it.

The residual energy of the spiritual vein.

Although Han Feng drained Castro's spiritual vein, the vein itself did not disappear.

The spiritual veins are alive; given enough time, they will slowly recover.

Zhou Yan turned off the light screen and turned to walk to the other end of the laboratory.

There was a wall there, and on the wall hung a huge world map.

The map is marked with hundreds of red dots, each representing a spiritual vein—some of which have already been discovered, and some he deduced through data analysis.

His gaze moved across the map, from Castro to China, from China to the northern border, from the northern border to the South China Sea, and from the South China Sea to the Western Desert.

He looked away, walked to a corner of the laboratory, and opened a safe.

There was only one thing in the safe—a fist-sized, jet-black crystal that did not reflect any light.

Zhou Yan took the crystal out of the safe and placed it in his palm.

The crystals were very cool, chillingly so.

He stared at the black crystal and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

"What you want, I can give you."

The crystals did not react at all.

"But what I want, you must also give me."

The crystal remained unresponsive. But Zhou Yan knew it was listening—because the crystal had been "talking" to him for the past three years.

This crystal comes from the stars.

From that race that is approaching the blue planet.

"I need resources," Zhou Yan said, "spiritual veins, spiritual mines, spiritual plants, everything that contains energy."

"The more the better, the faster the better."

"I know you have a way to deliver it."

A faint, almost invisible red glow flashed across the surface of the black crystal.

Zhou Yan's lips curved slightly, revealing a very faint smile.

"I will speed up the opening of the passage."

"I will open it within three years, and you will arrive on time."

The crystal flashed its red light twice—a sign of certainty.

Zhou Yan put the crystal back into the safe and locked it.

He walked to the incubation chamber and looked down at his reflection in the transparent glass wall.

The fifteen-year-old boy was thin, pale, and had deep blue eyes, like a moving corpse.

……

Northwest China, on the edge of the desert.

Director Chen chose a location for this shoot on the edge of a desert in northwestern China.

It is said that it was for filming the scene where Wan Su Dao Jun "reverses time and reshapes the landscape".

The crew started setting up the set three days in advance, and Yunyi's scenes were scheduled for the afternoon of the third day—he didn't originally need to arrive so early.

But the message from his clone made him feel that it would be safer to go in person.

Taicang Xizhi's actions in Castro triggered a chain reaction.

After learning of Han Feng's death and the destruction of the fortress, almost all the reincarnators from around the world disappeared.

the reason is simple.

The appearance of Taicang Xizhi made them realize one thing—in this world, "hiding among mortals" is the safest thing to do.

No matter how powerful a god is, it is impossible to single them out from among tens of millions of people.

The crowd is the best cover, and ordinariness is the greatest protection.

Yun Yi was fully aware of this.

But he didn't have the energy to deal with the rats at the moment.

Director Chen's movie has already started filming.

He had read Wan Su Dao Jun's script—it was more grand, more abstract, and more difficult to act than the one by Taicang Xi Zhi.

"More difficult to act" refers to the script portraying Wan Su Daojun as omnipotent—able to reverse time, create the universe, and generate all things with a single thought.

These concepts can be made incredibly elaborate in special effects, but when presented through "acting," there are almost no reference points.

At least the vehicle for the Tai Cang Xi Zhi is "battle".

Anger, calmness, and ruthlessness are all emotions that humans can understand.

But what are Wan Su Dao Jun's emotions?

Would a being who has lived through countless epochs and witnessed countless births and deaths of the universe experience the same joys and sorrows as humans?

After reading the script, Yunyi remained silent for a long time, then said something to Director Chen:

"I'll give it a try."

That sentence made Director Chen so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

At this moment, Yun Yi sat on a folding chair on the outskirts of the film set, holding a script in his hand, but his eyes were not on the paper.

He was waiting for Director Chen to adjust the camera position, and in the meantime, he recalled those hidden memories in order to deepen the gaze of an old relic who had lived through countless dimensions.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of a girl not far away.

The girl, about ten years old, stood outside the wire fence at the entrance of the film set. She was wearing a faded floral dress and was barefoot, her feet on the scorching sand.

Her hair was long, as black as ink, reaching down to her waist, and was blown about by the desert wind.

Her face was small, and her skin was so white it was almost transparent, with tiny bluish veins visible near her temples.

Her eyes were closed.

His eyelids drooped down, revealing only a sliver of his pupils.

The color of the pupil was very light, so light that it was almost impossible to tell whether it was brown or black—like a drop of ink falling into a glass of water, which spread and left only a faint trace.

She was walking forward.

Slowly, each step seemed to require all her strength, her soles leaving shallow footprints on the scorching sand, the hem of her floral dress fluttering in the wind.

No one stopped her.

Everyone on set was busy moving equipment, adjusting lights, and rehearsing lines. They were all rushing around, and no one paid any attention to the barefoot girl with half-open eyes who had come from the depths of the desert.

Until she walked into the entrance of the film set.

The security guard by the iron gate finally saw her, frowned, walked over, and reached out to stop her.

The girl walked past him.

The security guard's hand froze in mid-air, and his expression changed from "frowning" to "bewilderment".

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

He stood there like a statue, watching the girl walk past him, into the film set, and towards Yunyi, who was reading the script.

Yunyi put down the script and looked up.

The girl stopped three meters away from him.

Those half-open eyes, with pupils so pale they were almost invisible, were facing him.

Yun Yi frowned deeply.

Luck and fortune.

A vast, boundless fortune, like an inverted Milky Way.

Yun Yi had witnessed the destiny of the chosen one from the previous world.

But compared to the girl in front of him, the chosen one of the previous world was like a firefly standing next to the sun.

The Chosen One!

This person is definitely the chosen one.

I've seen many people with great fortune in this world, but none of them possessed such immense fortune.

Yun Yi looked at the girl, at the aura of fortune above her that blotted out the sky, and a huge question welled up in his heart—

As the chosen one, he naturally has a way of hiding it, and the world will deliberately help to shield him from it.

Unless they stop hiding like in the previous world, the chosen ones are not so easy to find.

But the person in front of him not only made no attempt to hide anything, but it was also obvious that he had come looking for him.

Are they here to deal with this extraterrestrial demon?

But that doesn't make sense. If they were going to do it, why not hide and launch a sneak attack?

Is walking over here so openly and honestly a sign of confidence?

After taking a few more glances, Yun Yi noticed a problem.

She's not in a good state.

Her eyes were half-open, her pupils so pale they were almost invisible, her gaze unfocused, like someone in a deep sleepwalking state, her consciousness not in the present moment, not here.

There was no fluctuation of cultivation on her body, no trace of spiritual energy flow, and not even the feeling of abundant blood and qi unique to cultivators.

She is just an ordinary person.

This made Yun Yi even more puzzled.

How can someone chosen by destiny have such an ordinary aura?

But her actions just now revealed something unusual.