"I still have twenty-six points of Fortune, enough to rewrite my life twice. In the final stages of life, I could try once."

Ning Xunqiu thought to himself and shook his head.

Those Great Divine Power Users in the Qingxu Realm, whose Dao Practice is unfathomable, are mostly "Innate Spirits." Why would they abandon eternal life to stake everything with you?

What does the Human Race mean to them?

With the Ancestral Dragon’s Order recklessly massacring the Four Seas Human Race, committing such heinous crimes, yet no Celestial Tribulation or a single Great Divine Power User condemns it, some clues can be gleaned.

The Human Race itself isn’t united either.

"The path of the True Martial Lord is impossible. Eight hundred years of Dao Practice is considered a minor cultivation. Qi Cultivation is even more challenging. This means that only through the Martial Dao can I quickly catch up to those Great Divine Power Users who have cultivated for countless years."

At this moment, Ning Xunqiu was indeed in the East Sea, feeling extremely insecure, like a thorn in his throat.

He only wanted to quickly find a way to break the stalemate and continue with peaceful cultivation.

"If the Three Immortals of Jade Sky don’t die, if the Sea-covering True Monarch doesn’t die, what will happen to the Dragon Race? Will the direction of the Human-Dragon Tribulation change? And how much time can I buy?"

The path to General of Guanjiangkou had clearly reached its end. The Dragon Race would not send minions for him to upgrade. Destroying the Dragon Race’s grand plan meant directly facing the East Sea Dragon King, an entity far surpassing a True Immortal.

No one was there to support him from behind.

"If I can’t survive the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth in the next two lifetimes, then I’ll have to switch tracks and overtake."

Ning Xunqiu looked at the Celestial Derivation Volume in his hand, opened it, and began to write.

"My name is Ning Xunqiu, and I have a shocking secret. I am a Transmigrator. During the transmigration, my Divine Spirit was accidentally copied, sharing memory and talents."

"One version of me transmigrated to the Qingxu Realm, and another to an unknown world."

"Would you permanently use ten points of Fortune to rewrite this part of life?"

"Why did this suddenly require an extra five points of Fortune this time?"

Ning Xunqiu was puzzled.

"Permanently using ten points of Fortune, what a joke? I only have seventy-six points in total. If I end up in a world without anything extraordinary, even after hundreds of years, not achieving a Purple Achievement, would Fortune just go down the drain?"

He pondered for a long time,

crossing out the words "memory and talent sharing."

A moment later.

A prompt appeared by his ear.

"My name is Ning Xunqiu, and I have a shocking secret. I am a Transmigrator. During the transmigration, my Divine Spirit was accidentally copied."

"One version of me transmigrated to the Qingxu Realm, and another to an unknown world."

"Would you permanently use one point of Fortune to rewrite this part of life?"

...

"Just permanently using one point of Fortune can open a new world?"

Ning Xunqiu’s eyes lit up at this.

He carefully recalled the differences, "Back then, I comprehended the Sword Demon Heart Eye, already being half an Innate Martial Artist, with Lifebound Character: Martial Saint, and even created the Purple Sky Innate Skill and Seven Swords of Cross and Vertical..."

"The additional four points of permanent Fortune consumption before was from talent and memory sharing?"

"So, that’s how it is."

"I was already capable of transmigration, which is the predetermined reality in the Qingxu Realm as recorded in the Celestial Derivation Volume. My slight rewrite based on the original required little Fortune..."

"I can use this method to explore unknown worlds and determine whether they are worth investing more in."

"Then... rewrite!!"

"Fortune permanently decreased by one."

"Fortune: twenty-five to seventy-five."

"Another version of me transmigrated to the unknown world..."

"Its name—the Modo Realm."

"A sound of an indescribable great explosion echoed in my ears."

"I opened my ’eyes’ and realized I couldn’t move, with no sound, no vision, no perception, an endless darkness, an endless stillness."

"I couldn’t feel the passage of time..."

"Yet I was so awake."

"I fantasized about the splendid civilization of my previous life, barely getting through, but the fantasies in my mind would eventually run out. I didn’t know how long it had been, but I felt like I was going mad."

"But I had no hands or feet and couldn’t even self-destruct."

"I started counting sheep."

"From that day on, time was born. Thus, every sixty sheep were one minute, and time passed day by day."

"Hundred-year sheep..."

"Two hundred-year sheep..."

...

"Five hundred million thirty thousand-year sheep..."

"Error..."

"Error..."

"Restart counting sheep..."

"A billion three thousand-year sheep..."

"In my mind, endless fantasies constantly evolved... personalities split continuously... thoughts began to clash... civilizations were born... civilizations were destroyed..."

"I couldn’t tell reality from illusion anymore..."

"I went mad."

"Hahaha... I am the unifier of all!!! I am the ender of the world!! I am a butterfly! I am Zhuang Zhou!! Who am I?!! I am you!"

"Until I ’saw’ someone calling my name..."

"It was a scientist... Through his invention of a consciousness instrument, he contacted this massive and abnormal consciousness and discovered that every consciousness world had a name, even though the entire consciousness world had only one name existing."

"’???’ He couldn’t help but utter my True Name."

"When he spoke my True Name, we resonated. I invaded his brain, and his consciousness collapsed instantly. He went mad. He couldn’t tell reality from illusion and started slaughtering his kind."

"I couldn’t find ’myself’ anymore..."

"As long as someone utters my name ???, I will descend!"

"After a hundred years, only thirteen people remained on the planet. The thriving civilization vanished. They finally forgot about me. Before leaving the universe by crossing dimensions, they created an indestructible obelisk."

"They sealed my name, listing it as a forbidden seal."

"000 sheep—’0101’, meaning infinitely expanding consciousness data."

"One sheep..."

"Two sheep..."

"Three hundred and thirty-three sheep."

"Five hundred million thirty thousand-year sheep... rewrite error..."

...

"This is the predetermined reality of the Modo Realm, unalterable."

"This, this is too terrifying!"

Ning Xunqiu looked as his limbs went cold and sweat poured down his forehead.

This transmigration was truly an unlucky disaster.

The most vicious criminals, shut in an absolutely dark, absolutely silent small black room for a few hours.

After coming out, their entire gaze became clear.

And he had been in that environment for who knows how long, counting "sheep" for several billion years, and went completely mad.

Ding dong.

"Congratulations, your life full of twists and turns has been rated a Golden Life ’???’: your consciousness had long ago gone mad, your small attempts to ’feel reality’ inadvertently destroyed a prosperous new civilization.

The planet is your tombstone, civilization your companions in death, the universe an expanding corpse.

And what are you?

You are zero, you are one, you are ten thousand, you are the world, you are infinite, you are ???

Receive a special achievement reward."

"Would you like to immediately draw the special achievement reward?"

"This is actually a Golden Life?!!"

Ning Xunqiu wiped the cold sweat, feeling a foreboding premonition.

"Draw the reward."

"Drawing in progress..."

"Congratulations, you obtained the Golden Life Special Achievement Reward—the obelisk sealing ’???’ consciousness."

"??? Consciousness · Obelisk"

Warning! Warning!

To the civilization born later on this planet, please do not open this box, it destroys everything, it is an eternally existing consciousness, its consciousness expands infinitely, it cannot be eradicated.

So, good luck to you all.

...

Whoosh!

An abrupt black obelisk appeared at Ning Xunqiu’s feet. It seemed unremarkable, but the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

He nervously swallowed and instinctively took a few steps back, deeply afraid.

No, did it really come?!!

Who can withstand this?!!

I want to return it!!

Ning Xunqiu forced himself to calm down and carefully examined the black obelisk, suddenly enlightening.

Huh?

This...

This seems to resemble a—"sword"!

...