Not only a reincarnator who had returned to the present with memories of the future, but also a transmigrator who had been reborn from another world?
Zi Xunyi was shocked speechless once again, her curiosity about Yan Zhen growing ever stronger.
With her vast knowledge, she naturally knew that worlds existed beyond this one, but she had never met anyone from elsewhere.
“What was your original world like?”
“It was a world without mystic power, where individual strength was relatively weak, so people placed greater emphasis on intellect. After two world wars and two industrial revolutions, the entire planet had largely restored peace and begun vigorously developing technology, entering a technological era.”
“Technology?”
“It’s somewhat similar to the Art Refining Path, but not quite the same. It doesn’t require spiritual power; instead, it directly harnesses the laws of nature.”
“You mean Law Power?”
“Er, not quite that exaggerated. It’s more like ‘working in accordance with the laws,’ with many limitations. Researchers are constantly tackling challenges, but solving one only brings up new ones endlessly. It’s impossible to fully explore everything—because the universe is too vast, and atoms are too small. Countless mysteries exist, whether on the macro or micro scale.”
“Universe? Atoms?”
“The universe is the largest, most expansive world. Atoms are the fundamental building blocks of matter. Of course, that’s a simplistic explanation; it’s hard to cover it all in a short time… How about I show you?”
Zi Xunyi blinked, clearly intrigued but reluctant to get too close to Yan Zhen.
“How?”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly.
“Those things are stored in my memories, but it’s hard to recall them naturally. We’re both soul cultivators, so we can access memories through dream immersion…”
Dream immersion.
Not long ago, he had mentioned that they had first met in a dream.
Was this junior brother Yan Zhen deliberately using this method to… seduce her?
Zi Xunyi remained vigilant, but her intense interest in another world tempted her sorely.
It was just a look, nothing serious, right?
She had the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame protecting her body; she wasn’t afraid of him trying anything.
“You first,” Zi Xunyi said delicately. “I’ll join you shortly.”
“Should I nap at the desk, then?”
Zi Xunyi’s gaze cooled instantly.
“Where else would you sleep?”
“Cough, cough. I like sleeping like this.”
Yan Zhen obediently closed his eyes and laid his head on the desk. A glow appeared between his brows as he guided his divine soul into slumber.
Free dreaming was a foundational ability for soul cultivators, unlike normal sleep. One could awaken at any hint of disturbance.
Zi Xunyi stared at Yan Zhen’s sleeping face for a long while before she too laid her head down and entered the dream realm.
But the moment she arrived, Zi Xunyi felt an urge to flee.
Because Yan Zhen’s dream was that familiar purple flower sea.
As far as the eye could see stretched an endless sea of lavender. At its center stood a towering tree, its crown nearly piercing the clouds. Beneath it lay a patch of verdant grass, and from one branch hung a vine swing chair.
Zi Xunyi clearly remembered how her future self had sat on that swing, coquettishly calling out “husband” while Yan Zhen fiercely thrust into her, drawing forth all sorts of shameful expressions that had made her in the real world change her clothes over and over.
“Mm…”
Just seeing it with her own eyes made Zi Xunyi instinctively press her thighs together. Her delicate body seemed to recall Yan Zhen’s passionate lovemaking and tender caresses, a flush of alluring pink spreading across her jade-like skin.
So this wasn’t her dream—it was Yan Zhen’s?
That explained why the dream’s content was so… lewd.
It wasn’t just any dream; it was a fragment of Yan Zhen’s past-life memories, a slice of their married life together.
The reason she had the same dreams was likely because their divine souls resonated so strongly.
Now that she had uncovered the source of those erotic dreams, Zi Xunyi felt a weight lift from her heart.
As long as she controlled her divine soul’s emanations from now on, she wouldn’t have them anymore.
“Zi Ji, why not come over?” Yan Zhen called from beneath the tree. “Join me here. You can sit on the swing—I remember you liked it quite a bit.”
Zi Xunyi hesitated, sensing that going over would lead to the things from her erotic dreams.
—No, she had the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame. She wasn’t afraid.
She stepped onto the grass and approached Yan Zhen, keeping a deliberate distance from the swing she usually quite enjoyed.
That previous “new way to swing” had dealt quite a blow to her innocent heart.
Who swings like that, using that part of the body!
“Aren’t you going to sit? It’s better to watch from there.”
“…”
Zi Xunyi was indeed tempted; it had been a long time since she last swung.
After a moment’s thought, she walked over and touched the vines, finding them soft and pleasant to the touch.
Turning around, she grasped the ropes with both hands and sat down gracefully.
A gentle breeze rustled through, carrying the scent of flowers and filling her with ease.
Yan Zhen took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then extended his arm straight ahead, fingers splayed wide. A massive light screen projected into being.
With that done, he stepped back and sat down quite naturally beside Zi Xunyi.
The vine swing chair was made for two, plenty spacious without any contact.
Zi Xunyi startled and quickly shrank to the far right, leaving a full body’s width between them.
Yan Zhen smiled warmly, seeing right through her thoughts.
“Don’t be scared. I won’t do anything. In our past life, we sat together on this swing just like this, chatting away. When we ran out of topics, we’d watch movies or listen to music.”
Zi Xunyi’s attention shifted instantly to the unfamiliar term.
“I know music. What’s a movie?”
“This is it,” Yan Zhen said, pointing at the light screen. “It’s a documentary about technological development. I secretly watched it on the computer when I was in middle school. As an introduction, it’s simple and straightforward.”
As he spoke, relevant images appeared on the screen, swiftly recounting human civilization’s progress—from the Stone Age to the Copper and Bronze Ages, the Iron Age, the Steam Age, the Electrical Age, all the way to the Atomic Age and the Information Age!
These icons of civilization were commonplace to Yan Zhen, but utterly novel to Zi Xunyi. Her violet-red eyes sparkled with wonder.
According to his future wife’s own account, she had indeed been deeply captivated by these things back then, which was why Yan Zhen had guided Zi Xunyi into the dream to watch.
It was much like a date—nay, a “dream date” far more romantic than any ordinary one.
“Nuclear bomb—so powerful. Not even a Sect Mystic Technique matches that might.”
“The explosion is one thing, but the radiation is truly terrifying. Once it falls, that land is basically ruined, needing years to recover.”
Zi Xunyi sighed in admiration as she watched, while Yan Zhen patiently explained. The half-hour documentary finally ended.
Seeing the lingering fascination on Zi Xunyi’s face, Yan Zhen chuckled.
“Want to see more? It’s not just documentaries; I watched plenty of fun movies back then too.”
Proper movies!
