Tracing the Origin of All Realms: from the Mortal Realm to the Dominion of the Heavens

The last thing Lin Yue remembered was the ancient bronze mirror with strange patterns in the museum display case. The moment his fingertips touched the mirror, a biting chill ran up the back of his neck along his fingertips. The originally blurry cloud and thunder patterns in the mirror suddenly came to life, turning into countless small blue-black snakes that wormed their way into his pupils. The security guard's scolding exploded ten steps away, but it was like a thick layer of glass. When he tried to retreat, his whole body had been dragged into the swirling darkness by an invisible force. "Hiss——" The dull pain in the back of his head made him open his eyes suddenly. What came into view was the dusty tent roof, with grass clippings that had not been patted clean embedded in the burlap texture. There was a strange smell mixed with musty and herbs floating in the air, which was completely different from the constant temperature and humidity environment in the museum. He struggled to sit up, but found that his whole body ached as if ten trucks had run over him, especially the crook of his left arm, which was burning. Looking down, I saw that the sleeves of the coarse cloth jacket were soaked with dark red blood, and the edges of the wounds were covered with unhealthy blue and black. "Where is this?" Lin Yue muttered to himself, his voice hoarse like sandpaper. At this moment, a cold mechanical sound sounded in my mind without any warning: [The adaptive soul fluctuation is detected, and the system of all things in the sky is being bound...] [Binding successful. Host: Lin Yue. Race: Human race (special mutation of soul). Cultivation: None. Status: Slightly injured (accompanied by weak evil spirits). Lin Yue's pupils shrank suddenly. System? The golden finger of the time traveler?