As what was left after the death of the monster, the boy's body was floating quietly in the sky above the source vortex.
The vortex of the source seemed to have a certain attraction to the corpse, but there was still resistance between the corpse and the source.
But it's much better than the obvious refusal to accept it at the beginning.
"It can be felt that the anti-pollution brought by this return is somewhat insufficient." A tiger walked next to the boy's body with voyeuristic steps.
"Maybe it's because the time is too short." A handsome young man said this, standing nearby and looking at the boy's body, slender and green-white fingers gently pinching his chin, "After all, it's only ten years.
Stay calm, Gaia."
"I'm not in a hurry, I'm anxious about this world." The tiger known as [Gaia] said this, lying down opposite the handsome young man Alaya, "We must complete the completion quickly."
"I understand, but the first two times..." Alaya frowned slightly.
The two restraining powers were both lost in thought and confusion.
When the Root Thread was recovered from Japan's Tokugawa Period and prepared to be put into the Age of Gods Atlantis, a mutation occurred, but afterwards the two major restraining forces did not feel too clear, as if everything was an illusion.
The second time, when the Thread of Origin was recovered from Atlantis in the Age of Gods and prepared to be put into London during the Industrial Revolution, another mutation occurred.
Although they couldn't recall the details despite their best efforts, the two inhibitory powers understood that something did happen that was beyond their control and unexpected, something that was beyond their knowledge.
They couldn't tell whether this mutation was good or bad, because they couldn't confirm what the mutation itself was.
"Even so, we still have to continue the fight against pollution. This world cannot tolerate delay, Alaya." The tiger said to Alaya with indifference in his eyes.
"I understand, then... let's get started." With a sigh, the young Alaya tapped his fingers.
The boy's body had changed.
From a boy, he became a monster, then he became fragmented, then he became a boy again, and then, as if growing in reverse, he gradually changed from a boy to a toddler, to a baby, to a fertilized egg, to...
....
soul.
Immediately afterwards, the soul began to grow again, turning into another boy and finally a young man.
That is the appearance of the true body, the body that has been wandering for seventeen years, the root thread anno.
"Next-"
Buzz——
Before Alaya could speak, an impact like a tidal wave was suddenly released, centered on the root thread, and enveloped the two major restraining forces.
There is no time in the space, as if time has stopped. The actions of the two inhibitory forces have stopped in place, and the collective consciousness has also been suspended.
anno, opened his eyes.
"Well done." There was a smile on his lips and his eyes were slightly narrowed.
Slowly descending, he came to the entrance of the vortex of the source. Anno's obscure eyes looked at the outside of the source, the huge colorless vortex.
He wanted to touch the outside world, but the outside world seemed to be avoiding him.
"Sure enough, the aura outside the world still exists, and it has still not been completely washed away." He straightened up and looked up at Gaia and Alaya.
There was a smile on his face again.
"It doesn't matter, let's have two more differentiated individuals, but I don't know..." He returned to his previous posture and slowly closed his eyes, "Who is it, who is it using?"
Swish——
"Just... um!?" Alaya continued what he had just finished, but suddenly felt something. He stood up suddenly, looked around in fear, and finally locked his eyes on the one in front of him.
The root thread of anno.
"Alaya?" Gaia's reaction was almost exactly the same as Alaya's, with a nervous look on her face.
"...Again, it feels like this again...!" Alaya made a gesture of swallowing, and looked at the root thread with solemn eyes, "You
...The root thread anno, is that you?"
Anno was destined not to answer him, but just floated there calmly, still shaking slowly.
Gaia didn't speak, just nodded to Alaya.
After weighing for a long time, Alaya sighed, chose to distance himself a little from Anno, and then used his power.
The youth's root thread slowly transformed back into the soul, but this time, Alaya did not choose to touch it, but directly controlled the soul and threw it to the earth.
"I have already found the time and place. As for whose family you will be born in, or even if you are not a human being, it is not up to me." Alaya frowned and looked at the soul that was drifting away, "I wish you well.
Luck... the thread of origin, anno.”
...
250 BC.
Central Plains, Qin.
The capital is Xianyang.
It was the twelfth lunar month, with heavy snowfall, and Xianyang was covered in snow.
In the corner of the palace, a boy with a somewhat immature but calm expression was sitting under the eaves, raising his head and staring blankly at the ice pick hanging from the edge of the eaves.
Raising his hand to take off the ice pick, the boy had a smile on his face.
"Zheng'er, what are you doing?" A dignified-looking man came over from behind the boy.
"Ah, Zheng'er meets his father." The boy turned around and saw the man, and quickly knelt down.
"My son, please be free. There are only you and me here now. Although we are polite, we must not pass it by." The man touched the head of the boy known as "Zheng'er" and sighed.
"I understand." Zheng'er stood up, raised his head and looked at his father, "Father, the mourning period has passed?"
King Qin sat on a chair, patted his legs, and said with a gloomy and excited expression: "It's over, I will be the King of Qin from today on."
His name was Zi Chu, and he was the current King of Qin.
The newly crowned King of Qin, King Qin Zhuangxiang.
The child named Zheng'er sat on King Zhuangxiang of Qin's lap. King Zhuangxiang hugged his son and sighed while saying: "I think I was trapped in Handan as a hostage in the early years, but now I am the King of Qin. This time
It feels like...it’s really confusing to me.”
"You and Cheng Qiao are our hope..."
"Why did your father say this?" Zheng raised his head and looked at King Zhuang Xiang.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it...it doesn't matter if you don't say it..." King Zhuang Xiang looked to the west with an uneasy expression and touched Zheng's head, "On the other hand, Zheng'er, I didn't find your little one today.
Do you want to play with your friends?"
"Reporting to my father, after finishing his homework, Zheng'er went to look for Ji Chao." Zheng's eyes were a little happy, "It's just that Ji Chao seemed to be messing with his own little things again and didn't want to see Zheng'er."
"Is this so? Do you need your father to help you find him?" King Zhuang Xiang looked at his son with a faint smile on his face.
"No need, Zheng'er will go find him personally later." Zheng jumped down from King Zhuang Xiang's arms and ran away along the short path of the wooden palace. "Father, you should hurry up and deal with state affairs."