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

A new message popped up on the screen.

West District, Shenchuang Bio Laboratory.

Yun Yi glanced at it, then turned and walked out of the command center.

These people were all old staff members left behind by Yun Tianheng. After the outbreak of the virus, they were protected by the military and confined to the western area of ​​the garrison, where they conducted experiments, wrote reports, and waited for orders every day.

Yun Yi spent some time subduing them.

There are three times more tents in the west area than three years ago, and people in white coats are coming and going, each carrying something in their hands.

When the senior researcher Zhou Mingyuan saw Yun Yi come in, he handed him a stack of reports.

"Take a look at this."

Yun Yi took it and flipped through it.

Satellite monitoring report, global zombie activity distribution map.

The map is marked with more than a dozen red dots, each representing a zombie gathering point.

The largest one is located in the southern suburbs of Linhai City, at the former site of Shenchuang Biotechnology.

The others are scattered all over the world, on every continent.

"They are evolving in the same direction."

Zhou Mingyuan's voice was very low, "It's not random, it has a direction."

"Someone is controlling them."

Yun Yi didn't speak.

Because he knew who it was.

"I see."

He put the report down and turned to walk out.

Three years.

He spent three years integrating the military region's resources, studying the virus's evolutionary trajectory, and waiting.

And to search for other reincarnated beings—unfortunately, the remaining ones are too good at hiding, and none have been found so far.

Yunyi stood on the playground, looking up at the sky.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the sunlight felt warm on my skin.

Soldiers were training in the distance, their slogans ringing out loudly.

On the other side of the playground, Yun Nian was playing shuttlecock with several soldiers' children.

She is eleven years old and has grown quite a bit taller. Her hair is tied in a ponytail, which sways as she runs.

She left the ugly rabbit in the dormitory, saying it was "too big to take out," but Yunyi knew she was afraid of getting it dirty.

"elder brother!"

When Yun Nian saw him, she ran over, her face covered in sweat.

Come watch me play shuttlecock!

"Wait a moment."

"You always wait a moment."

Yun Nian's lips twitched, but she wasn't angry.

She tiptoed and looked behind him.

"Did Grandpa Zhou call you to a meeting again?"

"Um."

"Is it about zombies again?"

"Um."

Yun Nian was silent for a while, then lowered her voice.

"Brother, when is Mom coming?"

For three years, she has asked every month. Yunyi always answers, "Soon."

He knew Wen Ruotang wouldn't come—not because she was dead, but because she had changed.

It's even hard to say whether it's still themselves.

"Soon."

Yunyi said.

Yun Nian glanced at him but didn't say anything.

She lowered her head and drew circles on the ground with her toes. After a while, she raised her head and smiled.

"Then I'm going to play shuttlecock."

She ran back, her ponytail swaying behind her, her laughter drifting over from the playground like a string of bells.

Yun Yi stood there, watching her back.

……

Linhai City.

underground.

One kilometer.

There is no light, no sound, and no trace of the surface world.

The only passage is a vertical shaft with a diameter of three meters, which descends vertically from the depths of the ruins of the Shenchuang Biotechnology R&D Center.

Steel climbing ladders are embedded in the well wall, and an explosion-proof door is installed every fifty meters.

The bottom door has been closed for a long time.

Yun Tianheng sat in front of the control panel behind the door, staring at the data jumping on the screen.

He looks different from three years ago.

My hair is completely white—not dyed, it's white from the roots.

The wrinkles on his face were as deep as if they had been carved by a knife, his eye sockets were sunken, his cheekbones were prominent, and he was so thin that he looked like a dried-out specimen.

But his eyes remained unchanged, still so heavy, like a mountain pressing down on this room a thousand meters underground.

The data scrolling on the screen are Wen Ruotang's physiological indicators: body temperature, heart rate, brain waves, viral concentration in the body, mutation direction, and evolution speed.

Every line is moving upwards—slowly, but never stopping.

There is a cage next to the console.

There were three people locked inside, two men and one woman, huddled in a corner.

His hands and feet were chained, and a collar was around his neck with a red light on it—that was a high-voltage electric shock device that would automatically trigger if his heart rate exceeded 120, and would also trigger if it was below 60.

They've been locked up for ten years and have learned to control their heart rates within this range, like three tamed animals.

Yun Tianheng stood up and walked to the front of the cage.

The three people looked up at him.

There was no hatred or fear in his eyes, only something very pure—weariness.

He was imprisoned 1,000 meters underground for ten years, where he was subjected to daily blood draws, interrogations, and electric shocks.

Hatred and fear have long been exhausted.

Say it again.

Yun Tianheng's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking someone.

The man in the cage opened his mouth, and a dry, grinding sound came from his throat.

He hadn't spoken for a long time.

"The Cycle of Reincarnation...draws people from different worlds...and sends them to other worlds..."

His voice was like rusty wire, and he had to strain to utter each word.

"I'm from the Sirius Squad... I've experienced two reincarnations..."

He stopped, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, like laughter or crying at the same time.

Yun Tianheng looked at him for three seconds, then turned and walked back to the control panel.

On the screen, Wen Ruotang's brainwaves flickered—a very slight fluctuation, like someone turning over in a dream.

Yun Tianheng typed a few times on the console and brought up a file.

That was information he had painstakingly extracted from the three members of the Sirius Squad, piecing it together over ten years—the rules of the Paradise of Reincarnation, the mechanism of the novice trial, and the law of balancing identity and strength.

And his son, Yunyi, was the weakest among these reincarnated beings, so he was reborn into the best family.

But he didn't believe it.

He felt they were still hiding something.

Because that balance principle itself is a huge flaw.

He knew his son's background better than anyone else.

But he knew his son's capabilities all too well.

These three reincarnators, who called themselves the Sirius Squad, were brought in by him through various psychological hypnosis and torture methods, starting with the first one he captured ten years ago.

But something went wrong on the fourth one; he died at the hands of a lone wolf reincarnator.

The lone wolf then lured out a fifth one, who was also killed.

Through the video, he could clearly see that the lone wolf was far stronger than anyone else in the Sirius Squad.

Furthermore, during his time at the Divine Creation Company, he clearly witnessed the strength of that Lone Wolf Reincarnator.

But even with such strength, he was still easily crushed by his son, and he didn't even get a chance to test his son's strength—let alone test him, he was like an insect about to be crushed.

But under such circumstances, why are these people still talking about that bullshit law of balance?

Therefore, he always suspected that these people were hiding something.

But despite his various methods over the years, he still couldn't extract any more useful information.

However, although he didn't manage to extract any truly useful information, he hasn't come away empty-handed over the years.

The original idea was that it was just a common virus, and that it could solve his wife's problem, but that simply wouldn't work.

Fortunately, through questioning these reincarnators, he gained biological knowledge from other worlds, which led to a huge breakthrough in his biological knowledge. He even created a primordial virus that was ten or a hundred times more powerful than originally envisioned.

Even so, it still couldn't save his wife.

He sat in the chair, staring at the screen, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he stood up and went deeper into the room.

There was a round, sealed door with twelve locks, each requiring a different password.

He opened them one by one.

The door opened.

Behind the door was a huge space—not a room, but a cavity.

A cavity more than one kilometer in diameter, encased in flesh and bones.

Wen Ruotang is here.

Her body had expanded to the boundary of the entire underground space.

From a depth of one thousand meters, the roots penetrate the mantle, drawing energy from the earth's depths; upwards, the tendrils pierce through rock layers, soil, and concrete, reaching the surface.

Her heart was beating in the very center of her chest, once per minute.

Each throb pumps blood into the roots and tentacles, then back out.

Her face was still there—right above her heart, like a jewel embedded in the flesh.

With his eyes closed and his expression calm, he looked exactly the same as when he leaned against the headboard in the shelter years ago.

Yun Tianheng stood at the edge of the cavity, with warm, still breathing flesh beneath his feet.

He looked up at that face and stared at it for a long time.

"Ruotang".

He called out.