Chapter 1

Xiyue Star, Yuxi Continent.

August 20, 1277, Nanyang Kingdom successfully launched a spacecraft into outer space. This spacecraft carried a copper-plated gold laser disc named "Xiyue's Voice."

This golden disc carried the mission of Xiyue humans to communicate with other extraterrestrial civilizations in the universe.

The disc recorded sounds and images representing various cultures and life forms on Xiyue Star, including natural phenomena such as ocean waves, wind, and thunder, as well as various animal sounds like bird chirps and animal roars.

It also contained the real coordinates of Xiyue Star.

They hoped that this golden disc would be discovered by other intelligent extraterrestrial beings in the universe.

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Five hundred years later, in Xiyue Star time.

Huanyue Continent.

On a scorching summer day, the air was stifling and dry.

The cicadas on the branches outside the window were calling weakly and listlessly, making people feel even more drowsy. In a dilapidated apartment building in the suburbs of Tianchi City, Cangkong Kingdom, in room 306.

At this moment, a series of heavy snores could be heard.

"Snore~...!"

Following the sound.

A young man with an ordinary appearance could be seen lying on his back on a bunk bed, snoring loudly.

He was having a peaceful nap.

It was Sunday, so he didn't need to go to work.

Near the door, two other bunk beds were empty, and it was unknown where the people had gone. On another bunk bed near the window, another young man was lying on his side.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and was holding a phone, tapping his fingers lightly.

His serious and focused expression made this ordinary young man appear calm and peaceful. His plain appearance and malnourished, thin body made him seem unremarkable.

After a long while.

Wang Wutian put down his phone, took off his glasses, and gently rubbed his forehead.

"The author updates too slowly."

"I really want to tie him up in a dark room and not let him sleep until he updates a thousand chapters a day."

He muttered to himself.

Wang Wutian then chuckled to himself, knowing it was unrealistic.

He stopped daydreaming.

He turned off his phone and placed it near his pillow, then lay on his side on the hard bed, pulling the thin blanket over his chest and abdomen to avoid catching a chill while sleeping.

His tired eyes gradually closed.

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A few minutes later.

Wang Wutian was already half-asleep, his consciousness becoming hazy and blurred.

At this moment, Ye Jingtian, the other young man in the room, suddenly trembled violently, then sat up abruptly, his face pale and bloodless.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat from shock.

"Where... where is this? Why does it look familiar?"

"Ouch...!"

"My head hurts!"

Ye Jingtian instinctively turned his head to look around, and his gaze finally landed on the mirror embedded in the surface of the wardrobe below the opposite bunk bed.

In the smooth and flat mirror, a very familiar young face was reflected, with messy black hair, ordinary features, and a plain appearance. Overall, he looked unremarkable, the kind of person who would blend into a crowd.

But at this moment, this very familiar face looked pale and weak, devoid of color.

His head was drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

"This place... Could it be... my dormitory?" Ye Jingtian's eyes were somewhat confused as he looked at the familiar yet strange surroundings. Suddenly, his face changed, and he trembled, reaching out to touch himself as if to confirm something.

A look of disbelief and joy suddenly appeared on his pale and frightened face.

"Didn't I get torn apart and eaten by a spider monster? Why am I still alive? And there are no wounds on my body?"

"Could everything that happened before just be a nightmare?"

"But why does it feel so real?"

He still found it hard to believe.

Ye Jingtian frantically searched for his phone, pressed the button to light up the screen, and with a mix of unease and panic, he looked at the time and date displayed on the phone.

"1777年7月7日17时46分32秒."

"This... this time!" Ye Jingtian, who had been relatively calm, was immediately stunned, his body trembling involuntarily, unsure whether it was from joy or fear.

He then took several deep breaths.

He forced himself to quickly calm down, and at that moment, the phone in his hand suddenly rang with a familiar ringtone.

"Ring... ring..."

At that moment.

Ye Jingtian, who had been somewhat distracted, was suddenly startled. His body subconsciously exuded a brutal and ruthless aura, his eyes cold and alert, a complete contrast to his earlier state.

The once blurry memories gradually became clear in his mind.

Ye Jingtian was horrified to realize that the current scene seemed to be exactly the same as the one in his memory. He remembered this call, which was from his mother, Li Lan.

"Could it be... that the terrible disaster really wasn't a dream?"

If he remembered correctly, the first thing his mother, Li Lan, said after he answered the call was: "Atian, you just found a girlfriend recently, do you have enough money? If not, I can send you some more."

"I hope... this isn't real!"

Ye Jingtian took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

Then he answered the call, and a very familiar middle-aged woman's voice came from the phone.

"Atian, you just found a girlfriend recently, do you have enough money? If not, I can send you some more."

Hearing this, Ye Jingtian's hand trembled, almost dropping the phone.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

"Mom, I don't need more money, I have enough." He forced himself to remain calm, recalling the memories in his mind and repeating the words he remembered.

He still harbored a faint hope that the conversation would deviate, proving that it was just a terrible nightmare.

But the words that followed from the phone mercilessly shattered his hopes.

"It's good that you have enough money. Your temper is a bit stubborn, so if you have a disagreement with your girlfriend, try to be a bit more understanding, okay?"

"Okay, I know."

"When are you going to bring your girlfriend home? I want to see my grandchild."

"Let's talk about it later, I'm busy with work recently."

"Alright, I won't disturb you then."

After saying this, Li Lan reluctantly ended the call.

Hearing the dial tone from the phone, Ye Jingtian's thoughts became chaotic. The identical conversation, word for word, made him realize a very serious problem.

The events of the past might not have been a dream, and everything could very well happen again.

All the disasters would be replayed!