Ignoring the fat man's pleas to stay, Feng Lin shut off his identity chip, severing their connection, and walked out of his room. His family now lived in a luxurious suite high up in the Feng Corporation Tower, fully equipped, spacious, and extremely comfortable. Among its amenities was a virtual room, housing the most advanced virtual bio-pod on Earth. Feng Lin lay inside, his consciousness linking as a waterfall of data streamed before his eyes. The next moment, his consciousness entered the virtual universe, appearing where he had last logged off. The virtual micro-world: Mythical Earth, Zixiao Palace! Feng Lin opened his panel and entered the fat man's ID: "Celestial Marshal!" He grumbled inwardly. You gave yourself such a virtual ID—no wonder you're following the Zhu Bajie mythical path! The name was just one character off from Tianpeng Marshal. It seemed like a coincidence, but fate had long since sealed it. Zhu Bajie was a master of the Thirty-Six Celestial Transformations, and the "Celestial" in his name matched Zhu Tiangang's. Checking the panel, Feng Lin saw the fat man was already online, clearly waiting anxiously, afraid Feng Lin wouldn't contact him. Feng Lin smiled, raised his hand, and a wisp of swirling Primordial White Qi appeared in his palm. He sent it via remote mail with a message: "This is a token for entering the Mythical Gene Society—Primordial White Qi, effective for only one day!" Beep beep beep! The fat man replied with a grateful and excited email: "Thank you, Master Hongjun! I'll be there immediately!" His tone was rushed, urgent. In the virtual universe, knowing the coordinates meant traversing millions of miles in an instant. Soon, Feng Lin sensed the fat man outside Mythical Earth, trying to enter but blocked by the world barrier. Feng Lin transformed his body back to his original form, while a clone of Dao Ancestor Hongjun appeared in his place. This Mythical Earth was a virtual world Feng Lin had created himself, granting him supreme authority as its creator—almost omnipotent. Creating a clone was effortless. As the master of the Mythical Gene Society, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had to maintain an otherworldly, immortal demeanor, avoiding trivial questions. By taking on his original form as a member of the Mythical Gene Society, Feng Lin could interact normally with the fat man, conduct various trades without restraint, and preserve Hongjun's lofty image. Why not do it? "Master Hongjun, let me in!" the fat man shouted urgently from outside. Feng Lin chuckled softly, and the clouds naturally parted to welcome him. "You are..." Seeing Feng Lin's true face, the fat man didn't recognize him and was startled. "I'm Wukong, a member of the Mythical Gene Society. Dao Ancestor Hongjun sent me to fetch you!" Feng Lin said with a smile, eyeing the fat man's outfit, which was blindingly flashy. The fat man was clad in full metal smart armor, wielding a three-meter staff, dripping with jewels and radiating golden light. His entire appearance screamed one word... Rich! Obscenely rich! The Six Paths Sage's staff from the Naruto world, the Iron Man suit, the One Ring from the Lord of the Rings... each piece was top-tier virtual universe gear, all incredibly valuable. These virtual items, converted to star coins, were likely worth tens of millions. Though the virtual universe was humanity's second universe, few were willing to spend so much on rare virtual goods. This only proved one thing: the fat man was truly wealthy, absurdly wealthy! He spent star coins without a second thought. In Feng Lin's eyes, the fat man seemed made of gleaming star coins. "Wukong?" The fat man repeated the name, feeling a strange resonance, instinctively sensing that these seemingly ordinary words held some profound, elusive meaning. You don't know me, but I know you! Seeing his confusion, Feng Lin laughed inwardly. You're on the Zhu Bajie mythical path, and I'm on the Sun Wukong path. Once you join the Mythical Gene Society, we'll be a monkey-and-pig duo—let's cooperate well! All this stayed in Feng Lin's mind, unspoken. "Follow me!" he said calmly. The clouds over Mythical Earth naturally parted, forming a staircase that extended step by step. The fat man didn't pay much attention. As a star-level tycoon with his own territory in the virtual universe, he was used to such sights—nothing to marvel at. What caught his attention was that this virtual micro-world was called Mythical Earth? That was deeply thought-provoking. He looked down at the various structures on the blue planet, finding them completely different from ancient planetary scenes. Each continent's architecture was vastly distinct: carved beams and painted rafters from Chinese mythology, Gothic styles from the West, pyramids from Egyptian myth... brimming with diverse mythological aesthetics. The fat man, from an interstellar noble family, had sharp eyes. He noticed these buildings matched unearthed mythological relics, not seeming fake. Could this Mythical Earth be a recreation of Earth during the mythical era? How was that possible? Too much mythological knowledge was lost, its lineage broken. How did the Mythical Gene Society acquire such precious information? The fat man's breathing quickened. How deep were the hidden reserves of the Mythical Gene Society? Could it hold secrets of various mythological systems? He felt he had stumbled upon some monumental truth. If he could join the Mythical Gene Society, he'd hit the jackpot! Such an enigmatic, hidden organization—ordinary people had no chance of knowing it existed. And he might actually join? Haha! After twenty-five years of bad luck, Zhu Tiangang finally had a chance to turn things around! Becoming an interstellar cultivator and joining this mysterious organization, gaining the supreme mythical path—this damn heaven had finally favored old Zhu! Seeing his ecstatic expression, Feng Lin smirked to himself. The scenes of Mythical Earth held ancient mythological secrets. Anyone who recognized them would be stunned by their significance. Thus, the stricter the Mythical Gene Society's membership standards, the better to prevent prying eyes. From the start, Feng Lin had planned for the society to follow an absolute elite path. Better to kill a thousand by mistake than let in one rotten apple. As the clouds parted, the fat man's eyes widened. Beyond the heavens, chaos exploded, and an ancient purple-gold Dao Palace emerged, surrounded by auspicious clouds and countless rays of light. Above the palace hung a plaque inscribed with three ancient Chinese characters: "Zixiao Palace." An elder with a timeless, immortal air sat high on a cushion—who else could it be but Dao Ancestor Hongjun? "Sit!" Hongjun said calmly, eyes closed. The fat man knelt on a cushion, bowing deeply. "Dao Ancestor Hongjun, please teach me the supreme mythical path!"