Chapter 349

Life is the greatest miracle in the world.

The four directions and the vertical are called 'Yu' (Space); although Yu has substance, there is no fixed place to seek it.

The past and the present are called 'Zhou' (Time); although Zhou has growth, one does not know where its beginning lies.

……

In the universe where coldness and darkness coexist, nine dragon corpses up to a hundred meters long, with black iron chains as thick as a bowl tied to their tails, were pulling a twenty-meter-long bronze coffin, moving forward in a way that seemed slow but was actually fast.

The nine dragon corpses were all five-clawed black dragons; apart from their dragon horns being crystalline and flashing with purple light, their bodies were entirely black, shimmering with dark light, and their scales flickered with mysterious radiance in the darkness.

The giant chains were tempered a thousand times, thick, long, and sturdy, and the specks of dark light made them appear incomparably cold.

The giant bronze coffin was simple and unadorned, with some vague ancient patterns on it, full of the vicissitudes of time, and no one knew how many years it had been drifting in the universe.

This scene was faithfully recorded by Voyager 2 and transmitted back to Earth.

Nations were shaken; myths were moving toward reality.

……

In a daze, Yin Qi's consciousness gradually cleared.

He felt as if he were holding something full and firm in his hand, so he subconsciously squeezed it, and a dissatisfied murmur came to his ears: "Annoying, it hurts."

Yin Qi woke up immediately, opened his eyes, and sat up, only then discovering that a woman with a beautiful face was lying beside him, her fair and smooth arms exposed outside the messy quilt.

The floor was covered with their scattered clothes, and one could imagine the urgency and intensity of the battle last night.

"Who is she?"

As a doubt appeared in his mind, countless memories also surged in.

He was still called Yin Qi, a native of the Magic City, twenty-five years old, his parents were both deceased, but they had left behind nearly a hundred properties, and just collecting rent every month brought in over a million, so after graduating from university, he had lived a life of debauchery.

He frequented bars and clubs, playing the groom every night.

This woman on the bed was a newly emerged campus belle from the Shanghai Theatre Academy, whom he had won over after spending half a month and over five hundred thousand.

"Hubby, why are you awake so early?"

The woman half-opened her hazy eyes, her voice like a murmur in a dream.

Yin Qi regained his composure and said while getting out of bed: "I still have some things to handle this morning, so I'll leave first. Be good, keep sleeping, I'll transfer a hundred thousand to you later as pocket money."

"Mm-hmm!"

Hearing this, the woman fell back asleep.

Yin Qi put on his clothes and went to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror.

His features were three-dimensional, his appearance handsome, and he looked full of vitality, but as someone proficient in medical principles, he knew this was just an appearance; in reality, he had long since been hollowed out, as evidenced by the little pill he had taken last night.

After a simple wash, Yin Qi left the hotel.

Standing in front of the hotel, looking at the bustling scene, he had a feeling of being in a dream.

This time entering the Heavens, he had actually returned to Earth.

At least from his memories, he could confirm that this Earth was exactly the same as the Earth in his memories, but it was highly likely not the Earth of his previous life, because this should be a mid-to-high martial arts world.

He just didn't know if this Earth was a world of spiritual energy recovery, or if there was a cultivation world existing under a calm society, or perhaps some other genre of world?

But no matter which one it was, cultivating diligently was the right thing to do.

Given his current situation, it was better to honestly close his doors and cultivate hard, waiting until his cultivation level was raised later, otherwise, if he casually bumped into a cultivator, he might be slapped to death.

Passing by a mobile service hall, Yin Qi canceled his existing SIM card, reapplied for a new one, and then sent a group message to his friends and family, informing them that he had changed his phone number.

As for the hundreds of fish in his pond, he could only release them all.

However, he still went to the bank to transfer the promised hundred thousand; after all, one cannot be untrustworthy.

After doing all this, Yin Qi went to a large pharmacy, bought a large amount of Chinese medicinal herbs, and ordered a pill furnace, only then returning to his residence, an independent villa by the river.

Sitting cross-legged in the bedroom, Yin Qi closed his eyes slightly, wanting to cultivate the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon".

But very quickly, he discovered something wrong.

This should clearly be a higher-level cultivation world than Yang God, so why was the spiritual energy between heaven and earth so negligible?

If his spiritual sense hadn't been sharp, he probably wouldn't have been able to sense the existence of spiritual energy at all.

"Could it be that this is a world in the Age of Dharma Decline before spiritual energy recovery?"

Yin Qi was thoughtful.

Heh heh, a spiritual energy recovery genre is even better.

With his accumulation from several lifetimes, it shouldn't be difficult to cultivate his martial arts to the Human Immortal level.

By the time spiritual energy recovers, he would be able to lead the development of this world.

One step ahead, every step ahead.

This is much stronger than starting from scratch in a mid-to-high martial arts world with flourishing cultivation.

………

One year later.

In the suburbs of the Magic City, within a high-walled courtyard.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The wind from his fists whistled, causing the surrounding tree branches to rattle as if there were a force-eight or nine gale.

Yin Qi's entire body's blood and energy were boiling, and his whole body seemed to be suffused with a faint layer of gold, making him look even more majestic, as if a heavenly god had descended to the world, every move and style capable of stirring the universe.

A plume of essence smoke shot straight into the sky, seemingly piercing the clouds.

After a year of hard cultivation, he finally became a Martial Saint.

This year, for the sake of cultivation, he had almost severed all contact with the outside world.

This year, in order to buy precious Chinese medicinal herbs like old ginseng, ganoderma, and fleeceflower root, he had sold over a dozen houses.

It could be said that his cultivation level was entirely piled up with money.

Whoosh!

Yin Qi retracted his fists and let out a long, turbid breath.

This breath was turbid and heavy, like an arrow, and it only slowly dissipated after falling more than three meters away.

"Imperial Golden Body", Yin Qi's masterpiece of martial arts from the Yang God world.

Although he had just become a Martial Saint, his combat power was comparable to an initial-stage Human Immortal.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

A light and soothing mobile phone ringtone came from inside the house.

Yin Qi turned and entered the house, picked up his phone, and saw it was a call from his childhood friend Zhou Chen.

"Hello!"

"Yin Qi, what are you busy with? Why haven't I seen you for more than half a year?"

"Not busy with anything, just practicing martial arts at home."

"Damn, you've really turned over a new leaf; I thought you were just putting on an act."

"Speak, what's the matter? If nothing, I'm hanging up."

"Don't, don't. It's like this, Weiwei wants to go to Mount Tai to watch the sunrise, and she's bringing her best friend. I thought it would be awkward with two women and one man, so I thought of you. Heh heh, let me tell you, her best friend is a stunner, even prettier than those big stars, and the key is that she's currently single. How about that, brother is loyal enough, right?"

"Loyal enough, when?"

"Leaving tomorrow."

"Okay."

Yin Qi had originally wanted to refuse, but thinking about it, he agreed.

After a year of hard cultivation, he also felt mentally exhausted; going out to relax would be good, and with a beauty for company—having been an ascetic monk for a year, his body was instinctively restless.

………

The next day.

Pudong International Airport.

Yin Qi met Zhou Chen and his girlfriend Weiwei, as well as Weiwei's best friend Li Ruoxi.

She was indeed a beauty, and a cold, stunning beauty at that.

At least 1.7 meters tall, with a curvaceous figure and a slender waist, she was wearing a white dress and crystal sandals, her long black hair dancing in the wind, looking very clean and refreshing.

At the same time, because she was wearing large sunglasses, it added a bit more coldness.

"Hello!"

Meeting for the first time, Yin Qi took the initiative to greet her with a gentle smile.

But Li Ruoxi only nodded, seemingly not wanting to deal with Yin Qi, and a look of disdain even flashed in her beautiful eyes hidden behind the large sunglasses.

Regarding Zhou Chen, this childhood friend, she had long heard Weiwei talk about him—a debauched playboy.