He died in three worlds.
The immortal emperor of the cultivation world, pierced through the heart by the sword of the person he loved most.
The top scientist in the world of technology, burned to death in a laboratory by the colleague he trusted most.
An ordinary deliveryman on Blue Star, dead on a rainy street, cursed as a good-for-nothing in his final moments.
Then he awoke.
He joined the Bureau of Time and Space and became a Corrector. A city besieged by zombies, AI wiping out humanity, invaders from beyond a rift in the sky: wherever the world was on the verge of destruction, he was sent. He corrected timelines and guided humanity down the safest path.
Until he discovered that even his own death had been part of a carefully laid plan.
Someone was changing his past. Someone was pulling his strings. Someone had been waiting for him for many years.
“They say the Great Dao has fifty paths, but Heaven reveals only forty-nine. Who, then, is the one who escaped?”
“Stop changing things,” Gu Yun said. “The path I’ve lived, I’ll walk myself.”
