The End of the Sequence Is Crazy Batch

My name is Mu Yun. My sequence test result is "None". The doctor said I was sick - schizophrenia, auditory hallucinations, delusions. For three years I thought it was an illness. Until I discovered: someone understood the crazy words I blurted out; the ancient characters I drew on my notebook did not belong to this era; the string in my body could pluck the rules of this world. They call me "No Sequence". But when I opened the oldest archives of the academy, I found a page that had been torn out - there was one word written on that page: Origin. There is one thing that the doctors don't know, the college doesn't know, not even my sister knows. My illness is not a hallucination. Someone put the soul of an emperor into my body a hundred thousand years ago. Then all evidence was erased, leaving only one voice—— "... Go. My good disciple." … My name is Mu Yun. I am the end of the sequence. I am the origin they have been looking for. They waited ten thousand years for the fruit to mature. But they miscalculated one thing – I am no one's fruit. My name is Mu Yun, sequence zero zero, origin. My awakening is not an awakening, it is a return. You have compiled ten thousand sequences, trying to produce a perfect fruit. Now I'm familiar with it. Who will pick it?