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

no respond.

For three years, he came here every day to call her, but she never responded.

But today was different—her brainwaves jumped again, much more strongly than before, as if someone had heard something in their sleep.

Yun Tianheng sensed it.

He took a step forward.

The fleshy walls beneath my feet were slightly concave, like stepping on a living mattress.

He walked up to her face and looked up at her.

Her eyes were not open, but her lips moved—slowly and lightly, like a leaf being blown by the wind.

No sound.

But he understood.

"Xiao Yi".

"Nian Nian".

she says.

Yun Tianheng clenched his fists.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Then he looked up and looked at her face.

"Xiao Yi and Niannian are fine."

He said, "They are alive."

They are all fine.

Wen Ruotang's lips did not move again.

But her heart rate changed—from once per minute to twice, three times, four times.

The entire cavity was vibrating.

The flesh walls were contracting, and the tentacles were wriggling, like a sleeping giant turning over.

Yun Tianheng stood at the center of the tremor, motionless.

"I will restore you to your original state."

He said his voice was soft but steady.

"I promise."

The vibrations gradually stopped.

The heartbeat dropped back to once a minute, the flesh walls quieted down again, and the tentacles retracted into the rock strata.

Her face returned to its calm, sleeping expression, as if nothing had happened.

Yun Tianheng turned around and walked out of the cavity, locking the doors one by one.

Back at the console, he pulled up another file—the culmination of his research over the past three years.

The evolutionary path of viruses, the control mechanisms of the parent organism, and how to reverse mutations without killing the parent organism.

He has simulated it thousands or tens of thousands of times, and he gets stuck at the same point every time.

He needs someone.

A person who can both withstand and be immune to viral control.

A person who is strong enough, close enough, and trustworthy enough.

His original goal was to remember Nian Nian.

But now, there is a better candidate.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

On the screen, Wen Ruotang's brainwaves were still pulsating, regular and steady, like waves on the distant sea.

The three people in the cage huddled in a corner, quiet and still, not daring to even breathe loudly.

In the room a thousand meters underground, there was only the hum of machines and the beeping of data.

Yun Tianheng opened his eyes and picked up an old cell phone from the control panel.

The screen lit up, displaying only a message that was half-edited.

The recipient is Zhao Yuanshan.

"Let Xiao Yi come to see me."

He stared at it for a long time before putting his phone down.

No, it wasn't sent.

The time is not right yet.

He needs to wait a little longer.

……

the other side.

Yunyi received that message in the autumn of the fourth year.

It wasn't encrypted communication or a secret rendezvous—it was an invitation.

It was embossed in gold, bearing the national emblem, and sent from across the ocean. It had traveled through three war zones, two transit stations, and a military post office, and by the time it finally reached him, the edges were worn and frayed.

The invitation contained only one line of text:

"To Mr. Yunyi"

Inside was a pure white card, handwritten, with neat handwriting that looked like printed text:

"I've heard that there's a young decision-maker in the coastal war zone who's just like me, and he's incredibly insightful and has a plan that never fails."

"I have long admired you and wish to discuss important matters with you."

"See you in international waters in three days."

The signature is a name: Shen Wuyi.

There was no title, no position, and no explanation.

Zhao Yuanshan examined the card over and over again, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.

"I know this person."

He placed the card on the table and pressed his finger over the name.

"When the virus broke out, he was a refugee from a northern province."

"In the third month after the outbreak, he became the de facto ruler of that province."

"In the first year, he integrated the resources of six northern provinces."

"In the second year, his sphere of influence covered the entire north."

"In the third year—" he paused, lowering his voice by half an octave, "the entire northern half of the Asian continent listened to him."

"He's very young, probably about your age."

Yun Yi nodded.

Judging from the other person's words and experiences, they are very likely another reincarnated being.

Are you going or not?

Zhao Yuanshan asked.

"go."

Yun Nian stood at the door, holding the old, worn-out rabbit in her arms.

She was twelve years old, had grown a lot taller, had her ponytail tied high, and still had a bit of baby fat on her face.

But her eyes had changed—they were golden, not the occasional flash of gold of before, but fixed, steady, like two polished pieces of amber.

"Brother, I'll go with you."

Yun Yi glanced at her.

After a moment of silence, he nodded.

Yun Nian jumped up excitedly, hugged Yun Yi's face, and kissed him.

"Yay! That's great, thank you, brother."

Three days later. High seas.

A white yacht was moored at the edge of the sea area controlled by the coastal war zone; beyond that was the high seas.

The yacht was small, with clean lines, and there was no one on the deck.

Yun Yi stood on the dock, with a speedboat arranged by Zhao Yuanshan and two fully armed soldiers behind him.

Yun Nian stood next to him, having changed into clean clothes. She didn't bring the rabbit—she said, "It's inconvenient to fight with a rabbit."

Yun Yi didn't tell her that there might not be a fight today.

As the speedboat approached the white yacht, the gangway automatically lowered.

There was no one to greet us, no security check, and no security measures whatsoever.

The moment Yun Yi stepped onto the deck, he sensed a very faint fluctuation of power—not offensive, but perceptual.

It felt like someone had gently pressed a finger against his skin, probed it, and then withdrew it.

Yun Nian also sensed it.

She gripped Yun Yi's sleeve, but didn't say anything.

The cabin door opened.

A person walked out from inside.

He was around sixteen years old, wearing a dark gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of his slender wrist.

His facial features were very ordinary; he had the kind of face that you wouldn't notice if you threw him into a crowd.

But his eyes are wrong—not the color, but the depth.

Those eyes were so deep, like a bottomless well, filled with something indescribable.

He looked at Yun Yi for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

Her smile was faint, like a thin layer of frost on a window in winter.

"Mr. Yunyi, I have long admired you."

His voice, like the handwriting on the invitation, was neat and flawless.

"Please come in."

The cabin was much larger inside than it appeared from the outside.

A long table, two chairs, and two cups of tea on the table, still steaming.

Shen Wuyi sat opposite and pushed the teacup towards Yun Yi.

"The coastal war zone doesn't produce good tea. This is tea grown in the north. Try it."

Yun Yi didn't move.

Shen Wuyi didn't mind and picked up the glass and took a sip.

"I don't like beating around the bush."

Shen Wuyi put down her teacup, crossed her hands on the table, and looked at Yun Yi.

"You are a reincarnator."

It's not a question, it's a statement.