Reborn in a Parallel World, I Rely on Cultivation to Become a God

A splitting headache. Lin Mo opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling white light penetrated his eyes, causing him to squint his eyes subconsciously. His fingertips reflexively wanted to press the Fengyoujing on the table - it was the standard item for his life extension in his previous life, but now he touched nothing. In front of me is a rental house that is both familiar and unfamiliar. The simple desk is wiped clean, the laptop screen is on, the code interface of VS Code is still on the interface debugging page of the graduation project, and the session in XShell connected to the laboratory server has not been disconnected. On the corner of the table, a freshly printed tripartite agreement between major Internet companies stood out in the morning light. The time in the lower right corner of the screen is almost cruelly accurate: Monday, July 6, 2026, 08:17. He... Is back?