The leader of the mystical path, one Qi transforms into Hongjun! A timeless Dao song echoed beyond the heavens, with a thousand auspicious rays, creating a scene of mystery and grandeur. Unfortunately, this was merely a newly created world, with no one entering it, so naturally, no one could witness such a magnificent sight. From this day forth, I am Hongjun! With a burst of laughter, an elder in a Daoist robe manifested from the Dao palace. The next moment, his expression fell, his celestial aura fading as if he had tumbled from the clouds, becoming real and mundane. After all, Feng Lin was still human, not a god—he could only imitate, never truly conjure the divine essence of ancient immortals, only a semblance. But for those who didn’t understand mythology, it should be enough! After all, Patriarch Hongjun was a supreme deity in Chinese mythology, only occasionally mentioned in a few legends. Even Feng Lin, who knew mythology well, didn’t truly know Hongjun’s origins, so others would know even less. Feng Lin happily decided that from now on, in the Mythological Gene Society, his code name would be Hongjun! This mythological Earth was entirely a virtual micro-world he had created himself, so in this world, he was nearly omnipotent—able to change his appearance and form at will, shield himself from others’ prying eyes, and never worry about his true identity being exposed. At this moment, the new world had fully taken shape, based on various mythologies, comprising four continents and five oceans. Each region had its unique mythological structure: China’s Kunlun Mountains, Wudang Mountains, and Lingxiao Palace; the West’s Mount Olympus and Colosseum; the Mayan pyramids and Golden City… This mythological version of Earth wasn’t built on the real Earth but was a secondary creation blending the myths of various civilizations, with a magnificent and mysterious style. Feng Lin admired his work, feeling quite satisfied. The only thing that displeased him was that this vast world still felt too monotonous—there were no intelligent NPCs, and it was eerily silent, lacking vitality. But Feng Lin simply had no money left to continue creating. *I inexplicably want to cry.jpg.* Is being rich such a big deal? … Feng Lin felt quite indignant, but deep down, he knew the truth. In the virtual universe, spending money was the way to go. As long as you were willing to spend, anything was possible! If it didn’t work, it meant you hadn’t spent enough. Being rich really was a big deal! Yeah, it smells nice! “Huh?” As Feng Lin’s thoughts were in chaos, he suddenly felt a stir, sensing something. Outside the new world, a roar rang out. “Frank, get the hell out here!” “Hmm?” Feng Lin was surprised. That person actually knew the coordinates of this former giant planet and was calling out Frank’s real name, not his virtual ID. This person definitely knew Frank in real life—was he from the headquarters of Giant Pharmaceuticals? Feng Lin looked out toward the mythological Earth and saw a golden-haired white man in armor, standing in the starry sky with an arrogant expression. His gear gleamed with gold, blinding to the eye, clearly marking him as a wealthy player. He angrily tried to charge in but, without Feng Lin’s permission as the world’s owner, was repeatedly blocked by the world’s power, leaving him disheveled. Feng Lin’s mind stirred as he searched his memories, then transformed into Frank’s appearance and went out to meet him. As soon as he stepped out, the tall white man launched into a torrent of abuse, showing no respect for Feng Lin—or rather, no respect for Frank. “Frank, what the hell have you been doing? The Giant Pharmaceuticals on Mars was a key branch of ours in the solar system—how could you just lose it!…” “What should I do?” Feng Lin was momentarily stunned by the scolding, his mind racing. In this situation, how would the real Frank react? If he slipped up, he wouldn’t be able to figure out this person’s background or uncover the true secrets of Giant Pharmaceuticals’ headquarters. Playing it safe, Feng Lin pretended to be terrified, quickly defending himself: “It’s not my fault! Those Martian revolution rats suddenly rebelled, and our company was too weak to fight back! We had no choice but to abandon the base, but the foundation is still there—we can make a comeback anytime!” “Idiot!” The tall white man grew even angrier upon hearing this. “The solar system is humanity’s birthplace, full of endless mysteries. The Martian base is a major strategic asset for our Aryan Pure Blood Society—it cannot be lost! How can you just give it up! Those solar system humans are original stock, with immense potential, unlike those interstellar nations’ people who’ve undergone genetic modification! Once we conquer the solar system, we’ll have an endless supply of human test subjects to convert into pure-blood Aryans, massively strengthening our power! Such an important base—how could you just abandon it…” The tall white man’s fury was terrifying, stirring the starry void into turmoil. Feng Lin was secretly shocked—this person must be a high-level player in the virtual universe, with a high level and luxurious gear. The Aryan Pure Blood Society? Turning all solar system humans into pure-blood Aryans! Sons of God? … Feng Lin suddenly recalled what Frank had said earlier, and everything clicked. Bullshit Sons of God? So they were Aryans. Feng Lin thought back to ancient Earth records about the Aryans. The Aryans called themselves descendants of the gods, similar to the term “Sons of God.” Before the Common Era, the Aryans reached their peak, successively destroying three of the four great ancient civilizations—Babylon, Egypt, and India—leaving only Chinese civilization surviving. And the Aryans were the so-called master race promoted by the Nazi Führer during World War II, who conducted racial purity experiments. The Aryan Pure Blood Society’s methods were eerily similar to the Nazis—could there really be a connection? Had the remnants of the Nazis survived across ten thousand years? Feng Lin observed closely and immediately noticed something different. The tall white man had a cross-like weapon strapped to his back, marked with an inverted “卍” symbol. That was the Nazi emblem! Feng Lin had seen it before at Giant Pharmaceuticals, further confirming his suspicions. “Frank, you’ve ruined our organization’s plans. Get ready to face punishment when you return!” The white man’s face darkened. Feng Lin quickly put on a panicked look, trembling all over. “Then what should I do? Giant Pharmaceuticals is finished—please give me another chance! I’ll make a comeback!” “No need,” the white man shook his head coldly. “With the civil war on Mars, the solar system is in complete chaos. We’ve missed this chance to grow, and who knows when the next one will come! You’d better come back to the organization and accept your punishment! Now get out of here and return to headquarters…” Return to headquarters? Hearing this, Feng Lin lost interest in playing along. He dropped the act and chuckled, “Go where? To your organization to become a Nazi demon?” “Frank, how dare you! How can you mention that forbidden name? Don’t you know that saying it will make our organization unwelcome throughout the stars?” The white man’s face changed drastically. So they really were Nazi remnants! Feng Lin’s gaze turned ice-cold. Knowing history, he had no sympathy for these demons who had harmed the human race. “No, wait! You’re not Frank! Who are you? How did you get our Aryan Pure Blood Society’s virtual territory?” The white man noticed Feng Lin’s cold expression and suddenly sensed something was wrong, instinctively charging at him in fury. He clenched his fists, and light gathered in his palms, forming a beam of light that shot forward like a spear. Feng Lin waved his hand casually, and the world turned upside down. Boundless thunderclouds gathered, and lightning rained down like a storm, overturning the mortal realm. My world, I rule!