The Ancestor's Name Left Billions of Years Ago

"You silly child."

The Old Dean sighed:

"Why are you interested in Root Layer again?"

Jiang Feinao carefully studied the 3D model of the Root Layer and said earnestly:

"I'm interested in all unsolved mysteries, such as the Gaotian Association of the Golden Province, and the Root Layer of our Mother Star."

She glanced sideways and said:

"If I remember correctly, the branch director in the Golden Province specializes in the Root Layer aspects of the Mother Star, right?"

"Yes, he's your senior brother."

The old man nodded casually:

"Since you're interested in Root Layer, that's perfect. Let him talk to you about it."

As he spoke, the Old Dean pressed a button on the control panel, and colors appeared on the large screen in a matter of moments.

A communication network has been established with the distant Golden Province, enabling real-time video calls.

The screen showed a small laboratory with two or three researchers and a spirited old man.

"Teacher."

The old man called out respectfully.

The Old Dean nodded slightly, glanced at the laboratory in the screen's scroll, and casually asked:

"Are you still doing modeling for Different Dimension?"

"Yes, teacher."

The old man smiled wryly.

"We've finally made some progress, thanks to the new researcher. It's that kid."

He pointed to the girl beside him, who greeted him hesitantly:

"Hello, Dean. My Zhang Xiaoxi."

The elderly woman standing to the side, Yu Huafeng, the Chief Expert of the Gold Research Institute, and Chen Qingxue, Zhang Xiaoxi's friend, also greeted him reservedly.

The Old Dean's expression softened slightly. He nodded gently, then glanced at the old man and scolded him:

"Don't even mention being my student. All these years, you haven't achieved anything. Alright, today I'm your junior sister, and I want to ask you some questions about Root Layer."

Jiang Feinao stood in front of the screen, greeted everyone, and then enthusiastically began asking questions about Root Layer issues.

At first, the old man could answer fluently, but as the questions continued, his answers became slower and slower, his thinking time became longer and longer, and he even started sweating.

He was astonished to find that his junior sister's progress was a little too fast.

Although they didn't know much about the Root Layer at first, after a conversation, it was as if they had studied the Root Layer for hundreds or thousands of years, and the questions they asked were increasingly tricky.

Zhang Xiaoxi, Yu Huafeng, and Chen Qingxue listened quietly to the scene.

Although they weren't specialists in Root Layer studies, they still benefited greatly from listening to so much.

Suddenly.

A buzzing sound came from the Probe Team conducting routine Root Layer surveys.

"The Dean!"

The Probe Team's excited voice rang out:

"We detected a fluctuation of Spiritual Power in a corner of the Root Layer! We are attempting to analyze its contents and conduct preliminary detection."

"This Spiritual Power has existed for far more than 13.8 billion years, making it older than the entire universe!"

Excitement echoed in the laboratory. The Old Dean and Jiang Feinao looked up in astonishment.

The old man on the other end of the video was so shocked he almost jumped up and shouted:

"Let me see! Quick, let me see!"

The Old Dean frowned and shared the real-time footage from the Probe Team, allowing both sides, located far and wide, to watch the live feed from the Root Layer.

In the footage, the Probe Team, panting heavily and with slightly trembling hands, is adjusting the instruments while reporting:

"The second test is underway. Upon completion, the duration of this string of Spiritual Symbol is still greater than 13.8 billion years!"

The universe is only 13.8 billion years old.

Therefore, the measurement of the existence time of things can only reach this number at most—for even more ancient things, we can only detect things that are older than the universe.

However, the exact time cannot be determined.

"Third retest completed, results unchanged. The 14th Xuanhuang Root Layer Probe Team will now proceed with information analysis!"

A special light shone on that Spiritual Information String, older than the universe itself and unchanging for countless years.

Time passed second by second.

Ten minutes later.

"The results are in!"

Under the illumination of a special beam of light, the Immortal Spiritual Sense remaining on the rock surface began to take shape and become visible to the naked eye.

It was just a short line of text.

[Zhang Fusheng was here]

Zhang Xiaoxi rubbed her eyes hard, and Yu Huafeng's eyelids twitched wildly—but the two quickly regained their composure.

They knew it was just a coincidence.

It couldn't possibly be the Zhang Fusheng they knew—unless the other person had lived for over 13.8 billion years.

But Zhang Xiaoxi had seen her younger cousin wearing open-crotch pants before.

"Record and make a copy immediately!"

The Old Dean gave the order in a deep voice, and soon a photocopy was delivered. He casually sent a copy to the branch hospital in Golden Province.

He then picked up the paper and examined it carefully.

Zhang Fusheng

The Old Dean pondered the prestigious title, a faint look of excitement appearing on his face:

"The one who could leave their true name in the Root Layer countless years ago must have been an ancient sage."

"This name might be the true name symbolized by a certain celestial position!"

Jiang Feinao was also deeply shocked:

"But why was this line of text left behind? Was it some Ancient God's twisted sense of humor? Or did the Foundation Rock hold a special place in the previous cosmic era?"

"So much so that even an ancient deity capable of retaining thoughts for at least 13.8 billion years would leave its name on it?"

The Old Dean nodded:

"It's probably as you guessed."

He suddenly became speechless.

Although the Old Dean was also a deity, his lifespan had no limit; theoretically, he could live as long as heaven and earth.

But 13.8 billion years is still far too large a number.

He ordered the branch staff not to reveal what had happened that day, then shut down communications and urgently summoned all the Root Layer experts from the main hospital.

The Old Dean even had the urge to use the Grand Sacrifice to communicate with the vacant and unclaimed [Grand Accomplishment Master Supreme Heavenly Position].

That great celestial position seems to be a symbol of [knowledge], and as long as there are enough sacrifices, almost any question can be answered.

But he ultimately gave up.

"Bring the Heavenly Position Instrument here!" the Old Dean ordered loudly. "Leave a mark based on this line of text and calculate the celestial positions!"

Jiang Feinao reminded him from the side:

"Teacher, the calculations of the Heavenly Position Instrument are not entirely accurate; they are determined based on the position of the person when they leave their Mental Intent."

"I know," the Old Dean said, his eyes shining brightly, "But that's enough!"

He took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice:

"This information is enough to help us try to unveil the mysteries of the previous era!"

As they were speaking, the Heavenly Position Instrument had already been moved over and, through Teleportation Array, was transmitted to the Root Layer.

This special instrument combines magic arrays and technology, and was created with inspiration drawn from the Supreme Heavenly Position Realm.

It can probe the celestial position, and can also determine [rank] through the remaining Spiritual Power.

Time ticked by, and then the trembling voice of the Probe Team came through.

"The results are in."

Everyone at the main hospital held their breath and listened intently.

"The Heavenly Position Instrument shows the result as follows."

"The Ancestor of Humanity".

The main hospital fell into a deathly silence.

Golden Province, Golden City.

Source Origin Research Institute.

The dean and Elder Yu left in a hurry, leaving only Zhang Xiaoxi and Chen Qingxue in the laboratory.

"A name that has stood for over 13.8 billion years."

Chen Qingxue sighed softly:

"An unimaginably powerful god from an Old Era."

After pausing for a moment, she looked at Zhang Xiaoxi and teased:

"Speaking of which, this Ancient God and your friend happen to share the same name—it seems your friend might have Great Fortune on him."

Zhang Xiaoxi scratched her head, not answering directly, but staring at her phone.

The phone screen displays a photo.

The photo showed an essay written by her younger cousin more than half a year ago, which her second uncle sent to her for her guidance.

Zhang Xiaoxi didn't know why she suddenly found such a photo, nor did she know why she subconsciously compared the handwriting.

Spiritual writing, in essence, is also a form of writing, and is usually no different from actual written text.

And at this very moment.

The handwriting in the photograph also reflects the spiritual texts that have been transmitted from the capital.

Generally, there is no second option.

Zhang Xiaoxi swallowed hard. Chen Qingxue called her for a long time before she came to her senses, but she was still in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Chen Qingxue asked in surprise, but Zhang Xiaoxi gave a dry laugh, "Nothing, nothing. What did you ask me again?"

"It's nothing."

Chen Qingxue casually said:

"I'm asking you, are you still in contact with that friend of yours named Zhang Fusheng?"

"Yes, I have."

Zhang Xiaoxi answered somewhat absentmindedly.

My heart is pounding.

Chongyang World.

Zhang Fusheng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of pure, Pure Qi.

"Woke up?"

The Emperor Tang looked Zhang Fusheng up and down, a look of confusion appearing on his face:

"Why do I feel like there's something different about you, Brother Fusheng?"

He stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then murmured:

"I've always felt that we share a blood connection. And rightly so, Brother Fusheng, you are, after all, Laozi."

"Our ancestors!"

Emperor Tang sighed, but Zhang Fusheng's expression was somewhat puzzling. If his previous attempt to invoke Laozi's name to reference his ancestors was somewhat far-fetched, then...

But things are different now.

I have indeed become an 'ancestor'—an ancestor in every sense of the word.

The position of the ancestor of mankind.

Zhang Fusheng, holding the Human Emperor Seal, rose gracefully and smiled:

"Er Feng, should we go?"

Where to?

The Emperor Tang asked instinctively.

Zhang Fusheng's smile vanished abruptly, and he calmly said:

"Of course, we're going to Chang'an Town, to the Martial Arts Manor —we've been stuck here for a month for no reason, which has caused us a lot of trouble."

"We still have to go and take that Hall of Yama, don't we?"

An expression of great interest also appeared on the Emperor Tang's face:

"Descendants of Wei Zheng and Yuan Tiangang. However, I am curious why, after passing through the underworld, I would arrange for the descendants of Consort Wu to also serve as the guardians of the tomb?"

A look of confusion crossed his face, and he muttered to himself:

"Just a talented person? This doesn't make sense."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at him inexplicably:

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Your concubine, Consort Wu, later became the Emperor of Great Tang, that's all."

The Emperor Tang's expression suddenly froze.

Amidst the roar of a certain Great Tang Sage, Zhang Fusheng laughed heartily and strolled through the wilderness once more. In just a few breaths...

We have arrived at Chang'an Town again.