I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

It was late at night, and the lights in the hotel room were off, leaving only the small nightlight on the bedside table emitting a dim yellow glow.

Elena was already fast asleep on another bed. Ji Tian set up an array beside her, centered on a defensive relic he had taken from the God of Industry. The golden array patterns disappeared into the air, turning into an almost invisible thin curtain.

After doing all this, he stood by the window, gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar city night view outside.

Having immersed himself in online novels for many years, Ji Tian deeply understands that a transmigrator's "origin" determines whether their path to enlightenment is successful:

The wearer's body and soul both originate from the original world, thus following the perfect cause and effect;

Those who are reborn start over, and even though there is a barrier between them, they can still integrate.

Those who possess another's body are most likely to leave hidden dangers. If they want to control time and space and achieve immortality in the future, they will have to go through a lot of trouble.

Of course, if the protagonist can eventually achieve the Great Dao and bring together his past, present, and future, then all of the above will be no different.

The past is a projection, the future is an extension, only the "present" is real.

At that time, whether you are physically reborn, reborn, or transmigrated by soul, you will be nothing more than ripples in different places on the same long river.

Ji Tian has lived two lives. Although his physical body has been reshaped by heavenly tribulations, his soul has remained unchanged. From an ordinary boy to a Nascent Soul cultivator, he has never changed.

Tonight, he will reconnect this broken timeline!

He withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Elena sleeping soundly on the bed, and after confirming that the formation was functioning normally, his figure vanished like smoke.

……

Intersection of Zhongshan Road and Jianshe Road.

At three in the morning, the city has fallen into its deepest sleep. There are no pedestrians and almost no vehicles. Only the traffic lights are still tirelessly cycling, turning red to green, yellow, and then red again.

Ji Tian stood in the middle of the road and slowly closed his eyes.

His divine sense spread out like a tide, enveloping every inch of space within a radius of several miles.

He sensed the pipes deep underground, the crisscrossing power lines overhead, the people sleeping in the buildings along the roadside, and... the traces of time that this land itself carried.

Past, present, countless moments are layered and deposited here, like a well-worn book, each page filled with stories no one cares about.

He only needs to find the page where he single-handedly caught a great fortune and broke his wrist bone. If he uses his own soul as the anchor, it should be far less difficult than rescuing his loved ones from the river of time.

The power of the Nascent Soul was unleashed without reservation at this moment!

Golden spiritual energy surged from his body, transforming into a pillar of light that shot into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime.

The top of the beam of light disappeared into the clouds, evaporating all the moisture and revealing the dazzling starry sky behind it.

The city's power supply system groaned briefly in the face of this force before returning to calm.

On the ground, golden patterns spread out from Ji Tian's feet, like tree roots or spider webs, enveloping the entire area.

Where the lines trace, time begins to flow backward.

The streetlights flashed repeatedly, changing from white to yellow and then dimming; the traffic light numbers rapidly reversed.

The leaves of the sycamore trees along the roadside shrink, turn green and become smaller, and finally turn into tender buds and shrink back to the branches;

The zebra crossing on the ground went from blurry to clear, and then from clear to blurry again.

Everything is flowing backwards.

The only sound in the entire area was the low hum of that towering beam of light!

Ji Tian's consciousness sank into the torrent of time, and he saw countless images flashing past him:

Elderly people doing morning exercises, children playing, street vendors, police cars rushing by... everything is receding, accelerating, blurring, and finally turning into streaks of light.

Then he saw that scene.

On a sweltering summer afternoon, the sun was blazing, and the heat waves in the air were visible to the naked eye.

He was no match for the Great Calamity and was sent flying, his body tumbling in the air, his blood exploding into a scarlet flower on the windshield.

Ji Tian stepped out from the void.

His figure floated in mid-air, his white robes fluttering, and golden spiritual energy around him burned like flames.

He looked down at his past self, who was tumbling around, and their eyes met.

Without a word, the young Ji Tian recognized him the moment he saw him.

Through those calm, deep eyes, as if they had seen all the vicissitudes of life, it was himself, his own self returning after many years.

The Ji Tian of the past revealed a sad, but not desperate, smile, silently uttering four words—

"I knew it."

He once stretched out his hand in the air.

Ji Tian also stretched out his hand, his fingertips pointing forward.

Two hands crossed in mid-air, drew closer, and finally their fingertips touched. In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

Golden light exploded from where their fingertips touched, engulfing the entire area.

The beam of light became even more intense, shooting straight into the sky. Ji Tian felt a warm power surge into his fingertips, flowing through his meridians and throughout his body.

That is his own existence, his past scattered in the river of time has finally found its home.

The two figures gradually overlapped and merged in the golden light, transforming into a stream of light that entered Ji Tian's body.

The beam of light suddenly contracted, eventually transforming into a single golden starlight that flashed and disappeared between Ji Tian's brows.

The night sky returned to calm, the streetlights came back on, the traffic lights continued to cycle, and the leaves of the sycamore trees returned to their summer appearance.

Business as usual.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Ji Tian stood in the middle of the road and slowly opened his eyes.

A faint golden halo was slowly fading away deep within his pupils.

The past has been completely contained; he is who he is, with no further breaks or barriers between them.

Ji Tian looked up at the starry sky and murmured:

"The past has no beginning, and the future has no end."

Now that I have personally witnessed it, I understand all dharmas!

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden starlight between his brows flickered one last time before completely merging into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The nascent soul sat upright in the Purple Mansion, its eyes slightly open, already completely separated from its original body, ready to merge at any time.

The foundation of the Tao is complete!

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and stepped into the void.

The road behind me was still deserted, with only the traffic lights flashing tirelessly.

Tomorrow morning, the people of this city will go to work, rush around, and squeeze onto the subway as usual, and no one will know what happened here last night.

Only the roadside surveillance cameras, hidden in an unnoticed corner, recorded that golden beam of light shooting into the sky.

That video recording will also disappear in the torrent of data as the hard drive is repeatedly overwritten.