The Lord of Reincarnation

Void battlefield.

The blood-like viscous red suddenly curled inward, turning into a quaint and outdated door.

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

He was about thirty years old, in the golden age of a man's life, with curly white-blond hair, scarlet pupils, wearing a court dress embroidered with gold thread, and a cross-shaped badge on his chest.

At this time, the middle-aged nobleman looked at the direction where Fang Xian's true spirit disappeared, and said to himself: "The spirit that escaped from the Styx River? It's really interesting to actually come to this battlefield! His Excellency the recorder of history, you don't want to say anything. ?"

Ripples appeared in the void ahead, and a dragon head protruded out.

Its skin is pale and transparent, and it seems that dust like stardust falls at any time, and the huge dragon's eyes are comparable to buckets: "The master of the void battlefield, the patron of the blood clan, the Senator of Dreamland... This is indeed true. There is an invasion, but it has not violated the Supreme Protocol..."

"Then... the last time and space dragon in the world, the recorder of history, His Excellency the Immortal, can you find him?"

The Sanctuary Lord of the Blood Race asked, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "He has caused a lot of trouble, disrupted this process, and may cause our future to collapse..."

"That existence is not a variable, but a fixed number!"

The dragon of time and space, the recorder of history, said slowly: "He is not a creature of this world, and is not bound by the supreme agreement, and, if he hits a ray of historical light, he will probably live to the end of our history. Now, it has become an old friend of ours, or a hidden existence that cannot be mentioned..."

"The light of history?" The expression of the patron saint of the blood race changed.

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

The huge dragon-headed eyes narrowed slightly, as if with a smile: "And history also has its brilliance..."

"So that existence has entered our history, so it is a fixed number, not a variable!" The Sanctuary Lord of the blood clan roared: "Tell me who he is, you can't fool me like this! We are friends!"

"Everything is a foregone conclusion, you can't go back to history and apologize... Also, isn't it boring to know the truth sometimes? Finally... old friend, sorry, I really don't know the identity of that existence..."

The dragon head of the dragon of time and space sank into the void,

Disappear.

...

Fang Xian's consciousness was a little confused.

The 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 ray of light, a more strange feeling came.

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

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

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

'In a strange world, facing the long river of time...'

Fang Xian's consciousness is constantly blurring.

After all, the attraction of the Styx is still huge.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that there was an extra 'channel' ahead, and there was a low voice coming from it, as if offering sacrifices in some unknown language.

A rare opportunity!

Fang Xian Zhenling jumped up from the Styx River and took the initiative to enter the black hole.

...

"Head hurts!"

Ferenster, in a dark, cramped apartment.

Fang Xian rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes.

In front of him is a somewhat bad ceremony, the ritual is distorted, and the blood of the beast is not known, but it can be seen that the beginner's craftsmanship is a bit trendy.

"Well... Such a crude ceremony is very suitable for the character of [Despicable Pottery]... The Tower of Wisdom Sages! This predecessor is really stupid... An inferior ceremony, full of errors and symbols and Hidden mark, finally connected to the River Styx, killing yourself?"

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

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

Or sadness, or joy, or sadness, and that deep expectation and despair.

"Ugh..."

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

...

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

first step...

Extraordinary!

The steam monster roars, the ancient evil god whispers...

Ferencto, the Kingdom of Senburg...

This is the worst of times and the best of times!

The ancient history of savage bloodthirsty has passed, the light of the tower of wisdom and sages illuminates the world, the feudal kingdom collapses, or is reborn in a new form.

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

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

Not to mention, there are secret existences watching this world.

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

Although the temple was still in pain, Fang Xian was no longer in serious 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 curly chestnut hair, brown pupils, dimples when he smiles, and looks very shy.

"Daniel Rowland!"

Fang Xian whispered the boy's name.

What followed was a lot of memory.

Coming from a small noble family, he is the fourth son in the family, and was sent to Ferenster to study at a young age.

Recently encountered a big crisis, had to break through urgently, and wanted to become an extraordinary person on the second step.

And then no more...

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

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

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

"This is the first stage of transcendence, or apprentice-level...because the transcendent power obtained is not stable, or too weak, or too violent, it is easy to change the host itself, and create many disasters, like inferior ceramics. , shattered when touched, hence the name..."

"After the first step, you need to climb the second step, called [Ancient Copper]... Obtain mysterious power from nature, from animals and plants, from elements, from the world, from various concepts, and even from great beings, stable One's own extraordinary power, only when it reaches this stage, can it be considered truly 'extraordinary'! Because most of this method has been handed down from ancient times, it is named [Ancient Copper]!"

"Daniel, died on the way up the second step..."