The vortex of the root, above.

As the boy's body left behind after the monster's death, it floated quietly above the vortex of the roots.

The vortex of roots seems to have a certain attraction to the corpse, but it still has resistance to block the corpse and roots.

But it is much better than the obvious refusal to accept it at the beginning.

"You can feel that the anti-pollution brought about after this return is somewhat insufficient." A tiger walked beside the boy's body in a peeking pace.

"It should be because the time is too short." A handsome boy said, standing next to him, looking at the boy's body, gently pinching his chin with his slender and green fingers, "After all, it's only ten years, so don't be impatient, Gaia."

"I'm not anxious, what's urgent is this world." The tiger, known as [Gaia], said this and lay opposite the handsome young man Alaya. "We must complete the completion as soon as possible."

"I understand, but the first two times..." Alaya's beautiful brow frowned slightly.

Both suppression forces fell into contemplation and confusion.

When the silk of roots was recovered from the end of the Japanese Makuto period and was about to be put into Atlantis, a change occurred, but the two major inhibitory forces did not feel too clear afterwards, as if everything was an illusion.

And the second time, when the silk of roots was recycled from Atlantis, and was about to be put into London during the industrial innovation period, a change occurred again.

Although he tried his best to recall the details, both of them understood that something was indeed under control and unexpected, and was separated from what they knew.

They can't tell whether this kind of change is good or bad, because they can't confirm what the change itself is.

"Even so, we still have to continue anti-pollution. This world cannot tolerate delays, Alaya." The tiger said to Alaya with indifference in his eyes.

"I understand, then... let's start." Sighing, the young man Alaya lightly pointed his finger.

The boy's body changed.

From a boy to a monster, then to a fragmented, and then to a boy, then it gradually changed from a boy to a baby, to a fertilized egg, to...

soul.

Immediately afterwards, the soul began to grow again, becoming another boy, and eventually becoming a young man.

That is the appearance of the body, the body that has been wandering for seventeen years, the silk of the roots.

"Next-"

Buzz —

Before Alaya could speak, with the silk of the roots as the center, it suddenly released a tide-like impact, covering two major suppression forces.

There is no space for time, as if time has stopped, the two actions of suppressing force have stopped in place, and the cluster consciousness has also been suspended.

anno, opened his eyes.

"Well done." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

Slowly descending, and arrived at the entrance of the vortex of the roots, anno's obscure eyes looked at the outside of the roots, the huge vortex without color.

He wanted to touch the outside, but the outside seemed to avoid him.

"Sure enough, the aura outside the world still exists and has not been completely washed." He straightened his waist and looked up at Gaia and Alaya.

A smile appeared on his face again.

"It's okay, let the differentiated individuals have two more, just don't know..." He returned to his position just now and slowly closed his eyes, "Who is it, who did he use?"

Swish-

"Just... huh!" Alaya was still continuing what she hadn't finished saying, but suddenly felt something, and suddenly stood up, looked around in fear, and her eyes finally locked on the silk of the root in front of her.

"Alaya?" Gaia's reaction was almost exactly the same as Alaya, with a nervous expression.

"......... Again, it feels like this again...!" Alaya made a saliva-swallowing action, and looked at the silk of Roots with solemnity in his eyes, "You... the silk of Roots anno, are you?"

Anno was destined not to answer him, but just floated there calmly, still shaking slowly.

Gaia didn't say anything, but nodded to Alaya.

After weighing the trade-offs for a long time, Alaya sighed, chose to distance himself from Anno for a little distance, and then used his power.

The young man's roots slowly changed back to the appearance of the soul, but this time, Alaya did not choose to touch it, but directly controlled the soul and threw it on the earth.

"I have found the time and place. As for whom you will be born, or even if you are not a human, I can't help it." Alaya frowned and looked at the gradually distant soul, "I wish you good luck...the silk of roots, anno."

......

250 BC.

Central Plains, Qin.

The capital Xianyang.

It was the twelfth lunar month, with heavy snow falling and a silver-covered scene in Xianyang.

In the corner of the palace, a boy with a somewhat tender expression but a calm expression was sitting under the eaves, looking up at the ice cone hanging down from the edge of the eaves.

He raised his hand and took off the ice cone, and the boy had a little smile on his face.

"Zheng'er, what are you doing?" A man with a good-looking face and majestic appearance came from behind the boy.

"Ah, Zheng'er meets the father." The boy turned around and saw the man, and knelt down.

"My son is flat, now there are only you, my father and son here. Although they are polite, they cannot be over." The man touched the head of the boy called "Zheng'er" and sighed.

"I know, my son." Zheng'er stood up and looked up at his father, "Father, has the mourning period passed?"

The King of Qin sat on a chair and patted his legs, his expression dull and excited: "It's past, I will be the King of Qin from today."

His name is Zichu, and he is the current King of Qin.

The King of Qin who had just ascended the throne, King Zhuangxiang of Qin.

The child named Zheng'er sat on the lap of King Zhuangxiang of Qin. King Zhuangxiang hugged his son and sighed, "I thought I was trapped in HanDan as a proton in my early years, but now I am the King of Qin. This feeling... I really don't understand."

"You and Cheng Qiao are my hopes..."

"Why did your father say this?" Zheng raised his head and looked at King Zhuangxiang.

"It's okay if you don't say it... it's okay if you don't say it..." King Zhuangxiang looked west with an uneasy expression and touched Zheng's head, "It's Zheng'er, have you not asked your friend to play with you today?"

"Report to my father, after finishing my homework, Zheng'er went to find Ji Chao." Zheng's eyes were a little happy, "but Ji Chao seemed to be fiddling with his little things again and didn't want to see Zheng'er."

"Is this true? Do you need your father to help you find him?" King Zhuangxiang looked at his son with a faint smile on his face.
Chapter completed!