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After paying his respects to the stone monument, Qi Ze walked to the study's entrance, extended his hand, and the ancient hall, permeated with a rustic aura, vanished into thin air.
Yan Junyu didn't display any further astonishment, seemingly accustomed to such anomalies, and muttered to himself, "So the historical records were true indeed. Before the Chinese worship their ancestors, they must bathe, burn incense, and don garb befitting the solemnity of the occasion. You're very proper with your rituals; were you taught by an elder in your family? Unfortunately, we have long forgotten the customs of the Chinese here, assimilating with the aliens."
If he could, he would have liked to touch the long robe lying on the bed, but such an act without permission would be profoundly impolite, even if no one could see him, and it was something he couldn't bring himself to do. He watched with a regretful gaze as the youth folded the robe neatly and stored it in his Interspatial Button, then continued his questioning, "Where do you come from? Who sent you here?"
The youth, of course, did not reply, silently tidying up the room, and then half-lying on the bed, he played with his smart-brain. Due to being a carbon-based life form, lacking the mental energy to support him, he naturally could not use the nutrient cabin connector to enter the star network for leisure, hence he could only browse news on the Book Pages website.
Yan Junyu stood by his side, bending over to look at the screen, and discovered that the web pages he frequently perused were those created by the military for exploration. Every month, the military would post messages from fleets sent to outer space for pioneering activities, discoveries of unknown planets, unknown flora and fauna, or minerals; in summary, monotonous news that would bore any young person to tears.
But Qi Ze read them with great care, perusing every word and every picture, occasionally revealing a disappointed expression on his face.
"Are you looking for something? News from your hometown?" Yan Junyu asked in a low voice.
His conjecture was quickly confirmed. The youth, in a state of agitation, closed the webpage and typed the words "Qianyuan" into the search engine. Below the engine, many items appeared, all related to what the youth had searched for recently: "Qianyuan Continent," "Qianyuan Galaxy," "Qianyuan Planet," "Qianyuan Empire," all of which had a connection to Qianyuan.
Though not a spy, Yan Junyu possessed sufficient military acumen to immediately realize that this was where the youth originated.
"Your hometown is called Qianyuan?" He asked, half guessing and half confirming, "I can tell you with absolute certainty that the Black Eye Galaxy has no planet named Qianyuan, not even a similar place name." As he spoke, the search engine provided an answer, apart from pronunciation, explanation, and some identical words in a few novels, there were no leads.
No Qianyuan Continent, no Qianyuan Galaxy, nothing.
Qi Ze sighed deeply, but in the next second, he rallied his spirits and began to search for related content on time travel, dimensional worlds, and wormhole crossing.
Now, Yan Junyu understood everything, straightening his back, he stated confidently, "You're from a planet called Qianyuan, right? But judging from your current state of being at a loss, it seems you don't even know how to return. You're lost in the starry expanse."
He completely dismissed the guess that the youth was a federal spy. When someone is alone, the emotions and behaviors they display are the most authentic. Everything he had shown earlier was his trump card: the technology to interfere with surveillance equipment, the technology to monitor without a signal source, dimensional space superposition technology, and the ability to activate special abilities. Each one was enough to shake the existing technological system.
If the youth was a spy, Yan Junyu couldn't fathom which faction in the Black Eye Galaxy could control him. Moreover, based on the technologies he possessed, it should be the empire and the federation sending spies to him.
In deep thought, Qi Ze finished reading the relevant content, seemingly still unproductive, he was somewhat dispirited. He found the holographic image of the Black Eye Galaxy, projecting it onto the ceiling, his pair of dark, bright eyes silently gazing at it, as if trying to see through the revolving nebula to another continent.
A watery sheen slowly rose in his eyes, as if he was about to weep, but it was swiftly blinked away. At this moment, he was both fragile and strong, an expression only a child who had left his homeland and was stranded in a foreign land would reveal.
Yan Junyu sighed as he patted the fluff on the top of his head, unable to utter any words of comfort.
The Black Eye Galaxy was also known as the Sleeping Beauty Galaxy. In the center of the Galaxy, there was a vast red area, representing an abundance of hydrogen, an essential substance for the birth of new stars. However, on the periphery of the Galaxy, two pale red nebulae rotated toward opposite sides, forming two whirlpools, a result of the merging of two ancient star systems. Every day, the Black Eye Galaxy would give birth to a large number of new stars; every day, countless stars would perish in collisions.
This was a Galaxy where death and rebirth coexisted, a Galaxy fraught with hidden dangers. Precisely because of its uniqueness, it was difficult for alien races from other star systems to invade, as many wormholes would be produced during the merging of two ancient star systems, and no one knew what was on the other side of the wormholes. It could be another world or endless darkness.
It was nothing short of a miracle that Qi Ze could successfully avoid the dense, sieve-like wormholes and arrive at the Black Eye Galaxy. He could also leave if he could determine which wormhole he had exactly passed through to reach Neptune. However, the wormholes in the universe were in constant motion, here one second, billions of light-years away the next, and even more would vanish in an instant, never to be seen again.
Theoretically, returning Qi Ze to his homeworld was feasible, but realistically, it was a hopeless prospect. Especially for a growing and changing Galaxy like the Black Eye Galaxy.
Yan Junyu knew he couldn't return, so he wouldn't fabricate some lies to guide him. Over time, he would have to accept reality.
As Yan Junyu guessed, Qi Ze came from another Galaxy, or more precisely, from a different dimension that was vastly different from the stellar era.
There were three thousand great worlds and millions of small worlds, with continents that were flat and ranked according to the concentration of spirit energy. To leave a small world and head for a great world, one must possess a certain level of cultivation. The great world where Qi Ze lived was called the Qianyuan Continent, and the sect he belonged to was known as the Supreme Divine Creation Sect, dedicated to forging spirit weapons for cultivators. They had a shared title â Alchemists.
Forging spirit weapons cannot be accomplished without fire, so alchemists were mostly single fire spirit root holders, followed by mixed spirit root holders with fire spirit roots. Qi Ze, however, was different; he was not a single fire spirit root holder, nor was he a fire attribute mixed spirit root holder, but a once-in-a-millennium, fused spirit root holder.
What is a fused spirit root? The Daoists say: The Dao gives birth to One; One gives birth to Two; Two give birth to Three; Three give birth to all things. A fused spirit root can assimilate all things, Yin and Yang energy, the five elemental spirits; as long as they are absorbed correctly, they can all be utilized. Therefore, as long as there is spirit energy, spirit veins, or even someone breaking through a realm and attracting heavenly golden light to bestow upon their head, a portion of it can be assimilated by a fused spirit root. It was less a spirit root and more a kind of special constitution.
Thus, Qi Ze effortlessly reached the Golden Core Stage cultivation at the young age of sixteen. What an outrageously talented endowment? But this was not all; the fused spirit root was almost tailor-made for alchemy. When other alchemists were still following the principle of the five elements' mutual generation and restriction, not daring to forge mutually restrictive materials into the same spirit weapon for fear of an explosion and weapon destruction, he could perfectly merge these attributes, unleashing the weapon's maximum power.
But for everything gained, something must be lost; every advantage had its disadvantage. Qi Ze's special constitution also made him the target of higher-stage cultivators and alchemists. His flesh and blood could enhance cultivation or be used to refine heaven-defying elixirs. Fortunately, his father was the sect master of the The Supreme Divine Creation Sect and had kept this information tightly under wraps, allowing him to live safely up to the age of sixteen.
To hide his uniqueness, he pretended to be a root-less waste, only needing to eat, drink, and play. But no secret was ever airtight, and somehow, this hidden information was leaked out, causing all the sects on the Qianyuan Continent to besiege the The Supreme Divine Creation Sect. Qi Ze had originally planned to sacrifice himself to resolve the crisis for the sect but was thrown into the transmission array by his father. Ultimately, the sect was annihilated, all members perished, leaving only him alive.
Fortunately, his father stuffed all the treasures accumulated over millions of years by the sect into Qi Ze's Qiankun ring, preserving the last thread of inheritance. But Qi Ze was not content, taking out the sect's treasures, a puppet whose cultivation had reached the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and went to intercept and kill his enemies, ultimately perishing together with them.
He thought he had died, but when he opened his eyes, he was on Neptune, lying beside the fragmented puppet. If Yan Junyu hadn't just happened to pass by and rescued him from the feet of a frenzied beast, he would have already turned into a pile of pulp.
Qi Ze was carried on Yan Junyu's shoulder, his nostrils filled with this man's pungent sweat, blood seeping into his eyes, blurring his vision, yet the only thing that stood out vividly was the other's scarred back.
He spent three months in the hospital, slowly understanding his predicament. By chance, he was able to settle down temporarily at the Neptune Military Academy. Due to his grave injuries, his cultivation level plummeted, and even after more than two years of recuperation, he had only regained the Spirit Formation Stage, which, according to the empire's standards, was approximately the level of a waste with a Type E constitution.
As everyone knows, while alchemists may lack other abilities, they have a plethora of means for self-preservation. To seek revenge, although Qi Ze used up most of his wealth, he had left a few treasures, just enough to ensure a stable existence in this strange world. He habitually wore a mask to conceal his uniqueness, but confessing to Yan Junyu was a genuine expression of his heart.
Perhaps due to the helplessness of being unable to return to his homeland, or perhaps due to the chick imprinting phenomenon, he could not suppress his longing to be close to Yan Junyu. But he was ultimately rejected, which wasn't surprising. When had the young sect master of the The Supreme Divine Creation Sect ever lacked for beauties? He wanted willing devotion, not forced possession.
He could forgo being lovers, but the debt of saving his life could not be ignored. Hearing that Yan Junyu had gone missing, he immediately urged Ouyang Ye to come for rescue. He was willing to expose a portion of his secrets to save Yan Junyu's life. Without cultivation and divine sense, he could not investigate his surroundings, and so he didn't know if Yan Junyu's soul was by his side. But it didn't matter; as long as he engraved the word "forget" into his mind, he would not remember this experience after death.
Two years passed, and there was no news of the Qianyuan Continent, as if it had never existed. The longer Qi Ze stayed on Neptune, the more he realized that he seemed to be forever unable to return.