Void Battlefield.

The viscous red color of the plasma suddenly curled inward, turning into a quaint and old door.

A pale-skinned palm with different gems on each finger suddenly pushed open the door, revealing the figure of a middle-aged nobleman.

He was in his thirties, in the prime of a man's life, with curly white-blond hair, scarlet pupils, a court dress embroidered with gold thread, and a cross-shaped badge pinned to his chest.

At this time, the middle-aged nobleman looked at the direction in which Fang Immortal's True Spirit had disappeared, and said to himself, "The spirit that escaped in the River Styx? It's so interesting to be on this battlefield! Your Excellency the Recorder of History, what do you want to say? ”

The void in front of him rippled, and a dragon's head poked out.

The skin on its whole body was pale and transparent, and it seemed that a trace of star-like dust was falling at any moment, and the huge dragon's eyes were comparable to the bucket: "Lord of the Void Battlefield, Patron of the Blood Clan, Your Excellency the Councillor of the Dream Country...... There is an invasion here, but it does not violate the Supreme Protocol......"

"So...... Can you find the world's last time and space dragon, the recorder of history, and the Immortal? ”

The Blood Patron asked, a playful smile on his lips, "He's done a lot of trouble and disrupted this process, which could cause our future to collapse......"

"That existence is not a variable, but a certainty!"

The Dragon of Time and Space and the Recorder of History said slowly: "He is not a creature of this world, he is not bound by the Supreme Protocol, and he has collided with a ray of historical light, he may have lived in our history until now, become an old friend of ours, or a secret existence that cannot be named......

"The Light of History?" The expression of the Blood Clan Patron changed for a moment.

"We all know that distance is sometimes a kind of time, and the light of the stars we see may come from countless years ago......"

The huge dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, as if with a hint of a smile: "And history also has its glorious ......"

"So that existence has entered our history, so it is a certainty, not a variable!" The Blood Clan Patron Lord roared, "Tell me who he is, you can't trick me like this!" We're friends! ”

"It's a foregone conclusion, you can't go back to history and apologize...... And, sometimes, isn't it boring to know the truth? At last...... Sorry, old friend, I really don't know the identity of that existential ......"

The dragon head of the Space-Time Dragon sank into the void and vanished.

……

Fang Xian's consciousness was a little confused.

The River Styx in this world is too powerful, and even with the protection of the reincarnation disk and attribute bar, he still feels very dangerous.

After entering that light, an even more strange feeling came.

His concept of true spirit seemed to be stretched, distorted, and entered into a vague and obscure state.

The only thing that is certain is that he is still in the River Styx.

It's just that it's not the same section of the river just now.

'There is a feeling of facing the long river of time in a strange world......

Fang Xian's consciousness was constantly blurring.

After all, the appeal of the River Styx is still enormous.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an additional 'passage' in front of him, from which a low voice came from it, as if it was sacrificing in some unknown language.

It's a rare opportunity!

Fang Immortal True Spirit jumped up from the River Styx and took the initiative to enter the black hole.

……

"My head hurts!"

Ferenster, inside a dark, cramped apartment.

Fang Xian rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes.

In front of him, there was a somewhat bad ritual, the ritual was crooked, and the blood of the beast was used, but it could be seen that the beginner's craftsmanship was a bit trendy.

"Hmm...... Such a crude ritual is very compatible with the personality of [Despicable Tao]...... O Tower of the Wise Sage! That's stupid...... A shoddy ritual, full of misplaced symbols and stealth markers, eventually connected to the River Styx and playing itself to death? ”

"After he died, I took over the body?"

A large number of trivial and sporadic memories surfaced, causing the expression on Fang Xian's face to change several times.

Sadness, joy, sadness, and deep anticipation and despair.

"Woo......"

He gritted his teeth and began to accept the memories of his original owner.

……

[Despicable Pottery], [Ancient Copper], [Quenched Black Iron]......

Tier 1 ......

Transcendental!

The steam behemoth roars, the ancient evil gods whisper......

Ferrenst, Kingdom of Senburg......

It's the worst of times, and it's the best of times!

The ancient history of ignorance and bloodthirstiness has passed, the light of the Tower of Wise Sages shines through the world, and feudal kingdoms have collapsed or been reborn in a new form.

The productive forces have developed by leaps and bounds, and railways have spread all over the continent.

Human civilization is thriving, but in the primeval forests, in the depths of the ocean, there are still elves, dwarves, blood and other magical creatures.

Not to mention, there is also a hidden being, watching the world.

"Sure enough...... The energy level of this world is very high......"

Although his temples were still throbbing and aching, Fang Xian was no longer in trouble, turned over and stood up, and walked out of the magic circle.

He came to a mirror and looked at himself inside.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, with chestnut curly hair, brown eyes, and dimples when smiling, he looks very shy.

"Daniel Rowland!"

Fang Xian read out the young man's name in a low voice.

And with that comes a lot of memories.

Born into a small aristocratic family, he was the fourth son in the family, and was sent to Ferenster to study at an early age.

Recently, I encountered a big crisis, and I had to break through urgently, wanting to become a transcendent of the second tier.

And then there was no then......

What Fang Xian cared about the most was the transcendent system of this world.

"After all, it is a high-level world, and a complete and systematic transcendent theory has been formed...... They liken the promotion to climbing a tower, so the different stages are named different steps. ”

"For example, the first ladder - [Despicable Pottery]!"

"This is the first stage of transcendence, or rather, apprenticeship...... Because the extraordinary power obtained is not stable, or too weak, or too irritable, easy to change the host itself, causing many disasters, like inferior ceramics, it will shatter at the touch, hence the name......"

"After the first ladder, you need to climb the second ladder, which is called [Ancient Copper]...... It is only at this point that we can obtain mystical power from nature, from animals and plants, from the elements, from the world, from various concepts, and even great beings, and stabilize our own transcendent powers. Because most of this method has been handed down in ancient times, it is named [Ancient Copper]! ”

"Daniel, just died on the way to the second ladder......"