Very soon, Zhu Zhengwei got bored and felt that this soul body was quite ordinary, just a spiritual body, very uninteresting.

"You can go." Zhu Zhengwei waved his hand, tossing Zhenzi aside, and looked up at this terrifying world, feeling it was indeed quite dangerous.

After all, everything he encountered in the Dream World could be projected into reality.

"However, shouldn't there be someone dreaming of superheroes, Sun Wukong, aliens, those strange things, yet none have appeared?" Zhu Zhengwei mused,

"This is already a world, I'm afraid only things that comply with the World Rules can manifest."

Dinosaurs, ghosts, zombies can all appear.

Ghosts need no explanation; I've even established an Underworld, and as for zombies, the genetic civilization actually created them, but they deemed them too dangerous and destroyed them outright.

However, they were projected here...

It shows that the civilization reserves of the two worlds are interconnected.

The Dream Residue Junkyard and the Dream World are identical!

Zhu Zhengwei constantly pondered, "This current world, dreams are devouring dreams, rationalizing each other, and in some time, it will have its own path of development, becoming a real Otherworld."

"Can... can I leave now?" Zhenzi cautiously asked.

"Go." Zhu Zhengwei waved his hand.

Zhenzi looked seriously at Zhu Zhengwei for a moment, then stumbled and disappeared into the television.

Tap tap tap!

Zhu Zhengwei understood in his heart and quickly exited this world.

This world was too dangerous for him.

Here, he was not the master of the dream, but a guest of the dream.

And after leaving this world, Zhu Zhengwei was contemplating a question: What should he do?

Soon, he felt that this was quite good, as in his dream, he was the master, everything followed his development, but ultimately there was a degree of constancy.

And the greatest beauty of dreams, isn't it in the bizarre randomness?

"In front of me are my Dream World, the attached Residue Junkyard World, these two worlds."

"And this Otherworld filled with Dark Qi might surprise me, but I shouldn't enter lightly for now; it would be deadly and a major downfall."

"I need to enhance my strength, start over from the beginning, and come back to check it out later. Perhaps it will have developed into a mysterious, unimaginable, extraordinary, terrifying Otherworld that even I find dangerous."

Zhu Zhengwei found it interesting.

Because of the self-generated mysterious civilization system of a random Otherworld, it truly became an Otherworld for him, even with the possibility of a downfall.

"Well, in my next life, once I've trained my initial character well and reached unparalleled combat strength, I can take a look at the neighboring Otherworld."

However, he also began formally studying his initial character.

...

...

"What race should I choose?"

At this moment, Zhu Zhengwei sat in the dormitory, looking at the vast world and tapping the tip of his pen.

Due to being plagued by illness, Zhu Zhengwei realized one thing more profoundly: the importance of birth!

Some people are born at the finishing line of your life.

A person who can reincarnate is truly the winner of life.

Let alone in the real world, in the Extraordinary World, reincarnation is even more of a technical skill.

What innate Divine Blood!

What divine bone and double pupils!

A good birth will determine the direction of your future life.

"First, what race should I reincarnate into? The Ancestral Witches with twelve divided organs, each with their strengths. Currently, it seems that the Witch World has completely transcended, each race prospering, with various talents emerging."

But Zhu Zhengwei's eyes remained calm, as he quickly decided on a choice.

Hair, hands and feet, those are flashy, but obviously the core is the Dantian.

Choosing to reincarnate into the Dantian lineage is enough for me.

After all, it's just a phase in life, and the future isn't set in stone.

At this moment, nearly a hundred years have passed.

In this land, the Witch Race's Twelve Countries cover vast expanses, with each country engaging in turmoil, and most forming peculiar shapes.

The Long Hair Country with dancing hair, the Long Arm Country with arms dragging the ground, the Long-legged Country with legs three meters long, the Big Head Giant Skull Country gulping down powdered milk like it's common, the Long-necked Country with necks soft like snakes... among them, the most normal seems to be the Dantian Country.

Zhu Zhengwei really couldn't understand, how did his bloodline develop such bizarre races?

Do I have a choice?

However, Zhu Zhengwei discovered through observing the world that the so-called Ancestral Witch lineage of the Blood Concealment Emperor wasn't the pinnacle.

Outside the Witch Race's Twelve Countries, there was a clan in the Fairy Forest, living on marine islands, isolated from the world, becoming the Demon Race, with plants and monsters as demons, becoming long-lived species.

And this clan is the most powerful.

The newly born race is named the Feathered Race.

It is formed from the remnant blood of the Great Elf from those years; these are flying beasts, all covered in Immortal Herb like fur, truly the most powerful Innate Giant Beast!

Among them, there is even a golden firebird.

Covered in Immortal Herb fur, dazzling gold, exuding unimaginable energy whenever it passes through the sky, like the sun in the sky, crushing the Witch Race's Twelve Countries, scaring the long-necked people into the soil and making the long-armed people thump the ground like apes to escape...

"This is absurd!"

Zhu Zhengwei's expression was not calm, "Of course, I could choose not to be human, don a beast's skin, wear a bunch of Immortal Herbs as feathers, but I refuse."

In the dormitory the next day.

People would see you fluffy and flying around, wouldn't that be something?

Moreover, the issue of bloodline compatibility is a problem.

However, upon careful consideration, the original bloodline created by the Shiguang Blood Concealment Emperor has already reached its limit.

After all, I am an ordinary person, nothing special, not some favored child of heaven.

Zhu Zhengwei thought, "Even if I've reincarnated and been reborn, with just an ordinary Dantian body, I can still make it! Even in rebirth, with a weak body, I can strike the nine heavens!"

After speaking, Zhu Zhengwei immediately prepared a large amount of Immortal Herbs and cultivation resources for himself.

He then began circling the best environment for rebirth and development on the vast world map.

Next, he observed the structure of the entire world and all living beings, continuously filtering data to prepare the best and fastest method for Dantian's cultivation for himself.

Just kidding.

It's not like he's really stupid.

After rebirth, only the first twenty years feed back to the body.

How valuable is twenty years' time?

As soon as he is born, he must seize every moment to cultivate!

Contesting for resources on the path of cultivation? Making enemies or showing off? Romantic entanglements? All of you, get lost!

"I'm going to roll up my sleeves and get to work!" Zhu Zhengwei's eyes were very determined.

After confirming everything was planned and with no omissions, Zhu Zhengwei re-entered the Dream World to restart his Root Dream.

...

Boom!

Countless brain matter and neuron cells flew by like meteors behind him, bizarre neural tentacles spreading, and the deeply imprinted deep ocean consciousness world hidden in his genes suddenly released, seemingly smashed through by him!

Rumble!

Time was flowing backward.

Middle-aged Qi cultivation in the mountains, childhood sitting cross-legged as an infant, a shadow during birth, everything became blurred childhood memories, and as the images flashed like a lantern, Zhu Zhengwei saw the moment of his own birth.

Zhu Zhengwei was surprised to find:

The genes of this body had transformed into the appearance of his previous life's reincarnation, and as everything returned to the source, Zhu Zhengwei saw the earliest segments of his life.

Waa waa waa.

A baby was born in a rural village.

"The baby is born!"

"It's a boy!"

...

Zhu Zhengwei was born.

As a newborn, he heard the same long-lost voices.

Zhu Zhengwei looked at himself being placed into a red swaddle, feeling very calm, as it was already the second time.

"Now, the place I'm in is a remote area in Dantian Country, and I've hidden thousands of Immortal Herbs in a cave on the mountain nearby; after some time, I can harvest the treasures."

Zhu Zhengwei observed his surroundings.

The familiar architectural structure of the houses, though blended with this special extraordinary era, remained unchanged regarding his parents' status and the household setup.

As Zhu Zhengwei was thinking, suddenly a shadow flipped in through the window.

Zhu Zhengwei froze, recalling something.

Sure enough.

The shadow spoke some motivational poison about working hard in life and then stabbed him!

At this moment, his parents, who were burning wood at the stove, hurriedly rushed into the room.

"You wicked thing!!! Why has the baby been stabbed with a pencil??" came the inevitable scream.

"What kind of monsters! Stealing my child!!!"

Fear flashed in his parents' eyes.

Zhu Zhengwei was also stunned.

Again with the stabbing?

What am I supposed to do about this!!

Zhu Zhengwei, as a baby, looked at his Long-legged Country father and Dantian Country mother. The shocked couple fell into contemplation, looking at the tear mole at Zhu Zhengwei's eye corner, "Could this mark be...."

Zhu Zhengwei also fell into contemplation.

Previously, when he was showboating, he thought that just being in a dream, no matter how he flaunted, no one would know.

Turns out, the impact was huge, and if life could start over, Zhu Zhengwei now just wanted to quietly be born and grow up in secret. And here you come again?

"Sigh."

Zhu Zhengwei sighed deeply.

The next second, on the bamboo mat bed, after being put down by the shadow, the baby Zhu Zhengwei, with chubby fair little hands, naturally and skillfully pulled out the pencil from his eye corner.

The tender baby crawled on the bamboo mat with its limbs.

Suddenly, he sat cross-legged slowly, like an ancient compassionate Buddha, emitting an air of elderliness.

The baby, with a blood-red blossom blooming at the eye corner, sat cross-legged, using the vivid red swaddle as a kesa, one pencil for writing in the air.

With one hand pointing to the sky, one hand to the ground, and the grounded hand began scribbling some crooked big characters on the bamboo mat:

"That which hugged my shadow is not a demon, but a god from heaven."

"This is..."

"The divine tear mole, I was born in heaven and descended on earth, a holy god in the world."

"Between heaven and earth, I alone reign supreme!"

His brother, without hemophilia, covered in mud, was sitting at the door playing; he had the bloodline of the Long-legged Country, with a pair of mesmerizing long legs, long toes picking his nostrils, looking blankly at the infant on the bamboo mat pointing to the sky and writing on the ground.

"A prehistoric god has come down."

His parents beside him were completely stupefied, pupils dilated massively, again shaking them for ten thousand years.

Alright then, a new life has begun once more!

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