Tracing the Origins of All Worlds: From the Mortal Realm to Ruler of the Heavens

The last thing Lin Yue remembered was the strange-patterned bronze mirror in a museum display case.

The moment his fingertip touched the mirror, a bone-chilling cold shot from his finger to the back of his neck. The blurred cloud-and-thunder patterns in the mirror suddenly came to life, turning into countless little blue-black snakes that burrowed into his pupils. A guard's shout rang out ten paces away, but it sounded as if it came through a thick pane of glass. By the time Lin Yue tried to step back, an invisible force had already yanked him into a swirling darkness.

“Hiss...”

A dull ache at the back of his head made him snap his eyes open. Above him was a dusty gray canopy, with bits of grass still caught in the coarse fabric. The air carried a strange blend of mildew and medicinal herbs, utterly unlike the climate-controlled museum.

He struggled to sit up, only to find that his whole body ached as if ten trucks had run him over. His left elbow in particular burned with pain. Looking down, he saw that the sleeve of his roughspun jacket was soaked in dark red blood, and the edges of the wound had turned an unhealthy blue-black.

“Where am I?” Lin Yue murmured, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.

Just then, a cold mechanical voice rang without warning in his mind:

[Compatible soul fluctuations detected. Binding the Myriad Heavens System...]

[Binding successful. Host: Lin Yue. Race: Human (soul with a special mutation). Cultivation: None. Condition: Minor injuries (with weak corruption by an evil spirit).]

Lin Yue's pupils contracted. A System? A golden finger for someone who had transmigrated?