fictionpage Chapter 28 [The Formation of the Concept of Transmigrators]
Chapter 28 [The Formation of the Concept of Transmigrators]
With a multiplier of 10,000 years, millions of years are condensed into just a few days and nights in reality.
Xu became the only audience member.
The earth was the first to awaken.
The Earth's crustal plates move violently under the tearing and squeezing of invisible, enormous forces.
The once flat continent slowly rose and folded, and majestic mountain ranges emerged from the earth like the spine of the land. Their peaks pierced through the sea of clouds and were carved with cold, hard edges by thousands of years of wind and frost.
The ocean was born from the lowest-lying scars.
The water vapor that initially rose condensed into rain, gathered into streams, then rushed into rivers, and finally filled those huge basins.
For the first time, liquid water covers more than 70% of the Earth's surface.
The forest then spread.
The first seed sprouted in the fertile soil of the Eastern Continent, and the primordial green spread like wildfire across the valleys and plains.
Life quietly sprouts in its own cradle.
In the forest, the scattered starlight transformed into primordial light.
In the heart of the ancient tree, where the moonlight is most abundant, the first primal spirit, with an elegant form and a natural affinity for life and energy, opened its curious eyes.
He heard the sound of the wind, and he heard the breath of the forest.
Deep in the snow-capped mountains of the north, the heart of the earth beats within the mineral veins.
That ray of silvery-purple light originating from Kaz guided the inorganic matter to complete its first incredible leap.
A short, stocky creature with a thick, stiff beard struck the first piece of ore, and in its ears echoed the most melodious resonance between metal and rock.
In the barren wastelands of the south, the blood of chaos reigns supreme.
Those primitive tribes that inherited the "wild plague's" insane adaptability devoured everything that could be converted into energy in order to survive.
In the brutal process of natural selection, the strongest and most aggressive orcs became the undisputed overlords of this land.
As time goes by, sparks of civilization are ignited one by one.
The elves built a tree village that blended seamlessly with nature and learned to communicate with plants using simple syllables.
The dwarves dug out the first true city-state from underground, and the heat of the lava provided them with their first forges. Totemism was born amidst the sounds of hammering.
The orcs, with their strongest warriors at their core, formed hunting tribes of varying sizes, recording their battles with giant beasts in rugged murals.
The first conflict in the story arises from the struggle for survival.
The growing orc tribes needed more food and habitat, so they set their sights on the seemingly fertile mountains to the north.
The dwarves, on the other hand, regard every inch of land containing mineral veins as an inseparable part of their own flesh and blood.
Millions of years after the Age of Anthill, the first racial war in the world of Ashem broke out.
That was a clash between steel and brute force.
The dwarves formed an impenetrable shield wall, their spears like a forest, resisting the orcish onslaught.
The orcs, wielding giant axes forged from the bones of behemoths, used their primal ferocity to tear apart the dwarves' supposedly impregnable defenses time and again.
The cruelty of war has written an epic tale of heroes.
A dwarf hero beheaded an orc chieftain with his newly forged rune battleaxe, while an orc warrior overturned a dwarf catapult with his bare hands.
A hero is born, and falls in the next second.
These magnificent evolutions, like a series of dramatic movies, provided a feast for the primordial spores residing within Xu Ye's body.
The power depleted in the war against the plague not only fully recovered, but also underwent a transformation in a more refined way.
A brand new passive ability was unlocked naturally, as if it were a natural progression.
The primordial spores granted Xu another perspective. With just a thought, the colorful world transformed into other dimensions shrouded in gray fog, such as the underworld and hell in mythology.
At the same time, his consciousness was elevated to the high heavens, gazing at the dim yellow planet beneath his feet in his field of vision.
Something is different.
Above, in countless corners of the world, there are some special souls whose connection with their bodies weakens rather than dissipates because they are on the verge of death.
Their deaths cause their souls to emit a unique spiritual fluctuation, which blooms as brilliantly as the last song of a cicada before vanishing into nothingness.
Xu also named this perspective and phenomenon "Soul Vision" and "Soul Beacon".
This ability cannot actively capture any soul on the planet.
Perhaps he is just an observer who can see "where the fish are" from an infinite distance.
This ability... Xu Ye fell into thought, wondering what it meant if the soul existed.
Is it possible for the soul to be reincarnated after death?
Sigh! My thinking suddenly broadened. Relying solely on natural evolution, it would be difficult for a great era to emerge. Could it be different if we could bring transmigrators into the world, just like in online novels?
Thinking of this, Xu also revealed an evil smile. The primordial spores just cannot be actively captured, but it doesn't mean they can't be guided.
"I can't hunt on my own... Here you go. Looks like I'll have to play the villain this time. Becoming the will of the Gu world is not my wish..."
Soon enough, without hesitation, Xu Ye's consciousness connected with the vast system he called the Heavenly Dao.
"In the name of the Creator, the command system, based on the [Soul Beacon] ability, establishes a standardized, automated soul guidance process."
"Named: [Ascension Interface]"
The vast mycelial network of the Heavenly Dao began to flash with an increased frequency of light.
Its highest priority is to share the burdens of the Creator.
A support mechanism was established.
First ring: [Soul Lock].
Once Xu Ye's [Soul Beacon] ability senses a dying soul that meets the conditions on Earth, the [Ascension Interface] will be automatically activated and the spacetime coordinates of the soul about to leave the body will be locked.
Second Ring: [Preset Descent Coordinates].
While locking onto Earth's souls, the Heavenly Dao Network searches for or directly generates an empty shell in the Ashem world for a soul to be born.
The choice of this empty shell is very particular.
It could be a soldier who has just died in the war.
It could be a slave who is to be sacrificed to some evil god.
It could even be a baby girl whose soul has just dissipated due to a difficult childbirth.
An empty shell ensures freshness and freedom of ownership, and possesses a subtle compatibility with the locked soul.
The third ring: [Light of Guidance].
In the final moment before the soul leaves the body, which is also the moment when it is most confused and most easily guided, the interface will emit a guiding light.
From that soul's perspective, this was the only light in the darkness of death, the last hope.
The instinct for survival will drive it to rush towards the light like a moth to a flame.
The fourth step: [Precision delivery].
When a soul enters into the light, the guiding light leads it through dimensions.
Finally, it descended into the prepared body in the world of Asem, fitting in perfectly.
A perfect time travel has been completed.
"From the perspective of those time travelers, he must have felt that he had encountered a one in a billion miracle while on the verge of death."
"From now on, I bid farewell to the ordinary and gain a new life. Holding the standard script of the chosen one, I am ready to make a name for myself in this world of swords and magic and write my own legend."
"I select the qualities of souls, I arrange the stage for their birth, and I compose 'destiny'."
The [Ascension Interface] system has been officially activated and entered standby mode.
"Alright, the system is online."
"Now, let me see..."
"Who will be my first 'lucky one'?"