Chapter 473: Day 1 into the Alien War Story
Chapter 473: Day 1 into the Alien War Story
Chapter 473: Day One in an Alien War Novel
The moment An Yi opened his eyes, he sensed the barrier blocking his path to power starting to give way.
Another breakthrough, another evolution—like the whole world was reshuffling itself inside him, every cell buzzing and jumping, dying to cross that invisible line.
This world seemed to run on a higher level of power, high enough that his pent-up power couldn't hold back anymore, surging and looking for a way out.
He immediately steadied his mind, his hands tracing through the air, pale gold patterns spilling from his fingertips. The patterns twisted and stretched through the air like they were alive, forming a barrier that wrapped around him completely.
The air started to warp, and his body vanished from the outside world.
An Yi sat cross-legged, eyes shut, looking inward, clearly feeling the power churning inside him.
Every surge of his growing power kicked up massive waves deep in his soul.
An Yi's face stayed calm, like he was just asleep.
The tree leaves slowly turned yellow, then dropped one by one. After the snow, new shoots came up, gradually thickening...
An Yi opened his eyes.
The barrier broke apart, dissolving into golden specks that melted into the air.
And An Yi's eyes—those eyes cut through the trees, rocks, and dirt in front of him, through the walls of this world, and saw what lay beyond countless other worlds.
It was an endless void.
Countless faint lights drifted in the void, each one different, each flicker giving off a grand aura that made your soul shake.
Together they made a breathtaking scene that words couldn't capture.
An Yi reached out a finger.
That simple move went beyond the limits of time and space.
His fingertip passed through layer after layer of world barriers, finally touching the edge of that endless void.
The space barrier there was warm and tough, giving off a weirdly familiar vibe—like a call from home, like a sign pointing the way back.
That aura wrapped around his finger, crawled up his arm, and finally sank into the depths of his soul.
An Yi could feel that with just one more step, he could actually step into that void and travel to those worlds of faint light.
He tried to push in.
The barrier gave a little but stubbornly held him out.
Not enough.
So close.
Just a bit more.
An Yi wasn't disappointed, just calm like he'd expected all along.
He pulled his finger back, dragged his eyes away from the endless void, and refocused on the real world in front of him.
Then he looked down at his hands.
They were little hands, dark and grimy, with dirt and gunk packed under the nails.
An Yi blinked.
He started getting the memories of this body—the memories of a five-year-old kid.
No, to be exact, this body should already be six, since he'd been sitting here for a year to finish his breakthrough.
Damn those scumbag traffickers!
A look of disgust flashed across An Yi's face.
He closed his eyes and went through the original owner's memories.
The original owner was also named An Yi, raised in a normal but loving family.
Both parents were elementary school teachers—not rich, but they gave their kid all their love.
A year and three months ago, the original owner was grabbed on his way home from school, mouth and nose covered, and dragged into a van, starting a nightmare trip.
The traffickers had hauled him through several provinces and cities. Because the kid was cute and good-looking, they wanted to sell him for a good price.
But the long haul, filthy conditions, and not enough food or clothes quickly broke down the once-healthy kid.
Fever, cough, diarrhea—the little body got weaker every day.
The traffickers first tried to get him some medicine, but as the kid got worse, treatment cost money, and the "goods" had declined too much to sell for a good price.
So after talking it over, as they passed through this deep mountain, they tossed the half-conscious kid out of the van.
"He's not gonna make it anyway. Better he doesn't die in the car and bring bad luck." Those were the last words the original owner heard.
The kid lay on the cold ground for a long time, then, driven by survival instinct, fought to his feet and stumbled forward.
He was too young, didn't know which way to go or where to head, just following a vague feeling to find someone.
Two hours later, completely out of strength, he leaned against a big tree and stopped breathing in the fog of a high fever.
That was the moment An Yi showed up.
An Yi sighed, closed his eyes, pressed his palms together, and said a blessing.
"May you find peace and happiness in your next life, and never go through this kind of pain again," An Yi said softly, then opened his eyes. "As for those people—they'll get what's coming to them."
With that done, An Yi finally started to really take stock of his situation.
He'd been sitting cross-legged for a whole year—from the moment his soul entered this body, he'd felt this world was different and needed to get his surging power back in order.
So he sat still in this deep mountain forest for over a year, putting up with wind, rain, sun, and frost.
Now that the breakthrough was done, it was time to clean up.
An Yi raised his hand and grabbed at the air.
Ripples spread through the air, power gathered in his palm, then washed over his whole body like water.
Wherever the power touched, grime, dust, and the ragged kid's clothes he was wearing all dissolved into nothing.
He pulled out a set of clothes from his space, shrank them to fit, and put them on.
An Yi stretched his young body.
He walked over to a large tree, looked up at the rough bark, then reached out and gently pressed his palm against the trunk.
With a leap, he stood atop the treetop, casting his gaze further into the distance—over the mountains, toward the plains, rivers, and cities beyond.
He was going to have to grow up all over again.
He pulled his focus back, jumped down from the tree, and concentrated.
The next moment, the world around him began to change.
The ground beneath his feet shifted, the distant mountains changed shape, rivers rerouted, and valleys rose.
An Yi saw a rushing river, its waters surging forward, crashing against rocks and sending up white sprays of foam—where a valley had once been.
He stepped forward.
The instant his foot landed, space compressed to its limit.
When he lifted his foot and set it down again, he was already standing on the riverbank.
The scene before him merged with and then pulled away from the image in his memory.
An Yi stood silently by the river, watching the rushing water for a long, long time.
So long that the sun climbed to its zenith, then slowly descended in the west, painting a brilliant sunset over the mountain ridges.
Finally, he moved, retrieving an object from his storage space.
It was a smooth and lustrous white jade thumb ring. An Yi held it in his palm. The ring remained silent, casting a cold gleam in the twilight, without a stir.
He stared at it for a long while—so long that his eyes grew sore—until finally, he gently closed his fingers and tucked the ring away.
Then, with a flicker of movement, he vanished from the riverbank.
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