Xu Yangyi’s head was in pain, agonizing pain.

Countless memories rushed into his brain like a tide. In a short instant, he seemed to experience centuries. Images of azure seas turning to mulberry fields, extremely cryptic hand seals, and scenes of figures intertwining crammed into his head, almost causing it to explode.

In his haziness, he felt his body seemingly break away from Earth’s gravity and sink into darkness. He was like a leaf dashed into a stream. He wanted to open his eyes, yet his eyelids were incredibly heavy. Suddenly, he sensed a bright orb well up in front of him. His body then felt as if it was being roasted by flames, and fell down with a crash.

Not too far away, there was a stretch of precision apparatuses. Each one was dozens of meters tall. There was a radar among them and all kinds of unknown objects. Below them were three short buildings. At the same time in one of the buildings, there was a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes who happened to be chatting while drinking tea in front of a TV screen that was a full three meters in size.

Beep… Beep… All of a sudden, a soft peal of noise rang out. The man set down his tea cup, his first reaction...