Revival

My name is Zhang Yang!

I live on a planet called Blue Star.

The parents were a middle-class couple.

So from childhood to adulthood, I have hardly ever suffered any hardship in terms of material things.

And because of my material abundance, I have more energy to pursue the things that interest me.

For example, my university major.

Based on my college entrance exam score, I could have easily applied to a top ten university in the country.

But in the end, I chose a relatively ordinary school.

The reason is simple: that school offered the major I wanted to study.

Mythology major!

If someone else's child did something this irresponsible, it would definitely drive their parents crazy.

But when my parents learned of my choice, they smiled slightly and said they would respect it.

At that moment, I felt more grateful to my parents than ever before.

I am so grateful for their unconditional support!

There are reasons why I chose a major that others consider unreliable.

It all stems from a dream I had when I was a child.

In my dream, I saw a golden-armored giant, as large as a mountain, fighting against a giant, three-legged bird.

The two of them fought fiercely in the endless void, like demons destined to destroy the world.

I probably wouldn't pay much attention to ordinary dreams.

After all, children are innocent and imaginative, so it's only natural for them to have strange dreams.

But this dream was different from the others.

That scene didn't just appear in my dream once by chance.

Instead, it appears periodically.

I originally thought this situation would lessen with age.

But that's not actually the case.

My dreams have become more frequent as I get older.

When I turned eighteen, the scene from that dream would appear almost every time I closed my eyes.

I have been to the hospital before, but the doctor told me to get psychological counseling.

This matter worried my parents for a long time.

They also had frequent contact with psychologists, arranged by them.

But in my opinion, these psychologists are all a bunch of money-grubbers.

They tried every trick in the book, but the situation didn't improve at all.

Until I met him!

He was my last therapist.

His name is Bai Muyu, but I usually call him Doctor Bai.

He's different from other psychologists.

Although the others listened attentively when I recounted my dream, I could see the perfunctoriness in their eyes.

But Doctor Bai didn't.

Although I recount the same dream every time I see him.

But he listened attentively to my description the whole time.

I could even sense a longing in his eyes.

It was as if he believed that what I said about the dream was real.

His medical methods for me were also different from those for others.

Everyone else was telling me to distract myself or relax or something.

But he did the opposite.

When I finished describing my dream for the first time, they actually asked me if I was curious.

Isn't that obvious?

If you had the same dream for eighteen consecutive years, wouldn't you be curious?

More than anyone else, I was curious about what those giants and strange birds in my dream really were.

I even consulted a lot of materials for this purpose.

The giant's words provided quite a few clues.

Giants exist in both domestic and foreign mythologies.

But for the strange bird, no clues were found.

The only similarity I noticed was with the Phoenix from ancient mythology.

I've never heard of a three-legged Phoenix.

When I expressed my curiosity to Doctor Bai, he said something that I couldn't understand.

"Since you're curious, then find a way to find out. But remember one thing: never forget who you are!"

These words made Zhang Yang feel very uncomfortable.

What does it mean to never forget who you are?

"Who else could I be? I'm Zhang Yang!"

The first conversation ended rather unpleasantly.

But Zhang Yang couldn't forget Doctor Bai's strange behavior.

Never forget who you are.

What exactly did he mean?

That's just how people are sometimes; the more curious they are, the deeper they get involved.

For Zhang Yang, Doctor Bai's words made him feel something different.

So in the days that followed, he became a regular visitor to Doctor Bai.

As we mentioned earlier, Doctor Bai showed unprecedented patience towards Zhang Yang.

It was during that time that Zhang Yang made the decision to apply for a major in mythology.

He really wanted to know what those two supernatural creatures in his dream were.

Is it God?

University life has begun as scheduled.

I don't know if it's a talent or an interest.

Zhang Yang showed great enthusiasm for his profession.

Four years of university, and still no progress on the things in my dreams.

But this did not affect his determination to pursue further studies.

Admitted to postgraduate studies through a combined master's and doctoral program.

Everything fell into place naturally.

Time slips by unnoticed.

Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

By this time, Zhang Yang had become an expert in mythology in China.

Its achievements in mythology have reached the pinnacle of the world.

But the dream remained unresolved.

Until an archaeological excavation came his way.

It is said that many ancient books related to mythology were discovered in that tomb.

We urgently need Zhang Yang, a world-class expert, to provide assistance.

It is of course our duty to Zhang Yang this kind of thing.

He was invited to the site of the ancient book excavation.

What was unearthed was not the ancient books we know, but murals with some unknown characters carved next to them.

At this moment, many experts in paleography are already present.

Looking at the unknown writing on the mural, they all shook their heads.

Since the script does not belong to any known script, exploring its meaning may have to wait until the excavation work is completed before proceeding.

But just as these paleography experts were preparing to leave...

Zhang Yang read aloud the mural in front of him, word by word.

"The Demon Race invaded, the Immortal Court was shattered, the Immortal Emperor perished, and the Golden Crow was reborn!"

"Hmm? Teacher Zhang? You've seen the writing on this before?"

Upon hearing what Zhang Yang said, a group of paleography experts quickly returned and surrounded him.

But Zhang Yang was completely oblivious to the crowd around him at that moment.

His gaze was completely captivated by the murals on the stone wall.

In the mural, a towering giant is facing off against a three-legged monstrous bird.

It was exactly the same as his dream.

In his the Unseen, he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear, "Zhang Yang, stay as far away as possible!"

The voice was so familiar, but Zhang Yang couldn't remember who it was no matter what he did.

"Who is it? That voice sounds so familiar! Is it me? No! Aren't I here? Then who am I? What's going on? How come I don't even know who I am? Who am I?"

"Zhang Yang! Stay as far away from me as possible!"

The same low murmur appeared again, and Zhang Yang's gaze suddenly became incredibly firm.

At the same time, a loud shout came from his mouth, "Your subordinate obeys!"

With a Zhang Yang reply, everything around him vanished.

Doctor Bai was standing in front of him, watching him with a smile on his face.