Everything in the world was born with intelligence.
Once intelligence was formed, it was difficult to calm down.
The ancient Immortal Emperors and Demon Gods were extremely powerful, but they were bound by the Heavenly Dao. Feeling injustice, they thought of slaughtering the heavens.
However, the Heavenly Dao was primordial. How could the stars block the night sky?
When they were defeated, they had two sons. One was called Fuxi, and the other was called the Heavenly Emperor.
Fuxi derived the Eight Trigrams, and the Heavenly Emperor wrote the Lianshan and Guizang.
The power of the Eight Trigrams separated the human world and the Mountain and Sea Realms. It cut off the three Essences and used the power of the Immortal Emperors and Demons to temporarily restrain the Heavenly Dao.
It also borrowed the power of the Ancient Two Changes to break the cycle of reincarnation and invite the Heavenly Dao into the jar.
During this period, Shennong covered the Mountain and Sea Realm, and Digu fought for the Essences.
Then, King Wen performed the Book of Changes and sent the Heavenly Dao into reincarnation.
After that, there were all kinds of Demon Gods and evil tricks.
It caused the naive Heavenly Dao's divinity to gradually wither, and humanity to slowly grow.
In the end, the humanized Heavenly Dao embarked on the path of self-destruction.
Everything was just a plot to resist.
…
I know it's hard to understand, but in a sense, that's how life is.
Let's look at it from a psychological perspective.
Freud divided the mental structure into three levels: the id, the ego, and the superego.
What are these three levels in the primordial universe of this book?
The Heavenly Dao is the id, and what all living beings seek is the superego.
What is the ego?
This book is about the stages of the ego.
In the end, the ego kills the id and becomes the superego.
At this stage, the superego might become the id again, and a new Heavenly Dao might be born again.
…
The paper was full of absurd words and bitter tears.
Forget it, I'll just read the new book … Actually, I can only publish it after I have 2,500 words. If I don't want to read it, I don't have to.
Also, there's no need to doubt that this is really my new book. Maybe the style has changed a lot, but I'm still quite happy writing it.
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Zhou Hao was a top rich second generation. His father was the richest man in China.
As a qualified rich second generation, fresh clothes and a horse were the basic configuration. Even if he died, he would die in the deep roar of a Bugatti.
Yes, at the age of 28, Zhou Hao overturned his car in the first race of spring.
When he opened his eyes again, looking at the snow-white hospital walls around him, Zhou Hao couldn't help but admire in his heart. He didn't expect the Bugatti to be so durable. It crashed into the bridge pier at a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour, but it didn't break into pieces. Instead, it could be sent to the hospital in one piece. It really deserved to be a top supercar worth more than 30 million yuan.
But very quickly, a wave of memories surged into his mind, making him understand that the Bugatti really wasn't that durable.
This was no longer the world that Zhou Hao was in when he was alive. Instead, it was five hundred years later, in the year 2519.
In this world, his name was still Zhou Hao, but he was no longer the son of the richest man. Instead, he was a third-year high school student from a poor family.
He was sleeping in the hospital not because he was sick, but because he was accompanying his sick mother.
After 500 years, the technology and culture on Earth had not changed much. The only difference was that many martial artists had appeared on Earth during these 500 years. As a result, the entire human world had entered the era of martial artists.
Of course, these martial artists were not the so-called masters who swindled people in Zhou Hao's previous life, but super humans whose strength was beyond the imagination of his previous life.
In this era, martial artists had a very high social status. The local leaders of all levels of government were all held by martial artists. Even the idle martial artists in society enjoyed extremely high social benefits.
In the common saying of the common people, "Once you become a martial artist, you can have money, beauties, and cars". As long as you could become a martial artist, you could have everything effortlessly.
Zhou Hao, who was a top rich second generation in his previous life, naturally had no interest in money, beauties, and cars. However, the omnipotent martial artists in his memory made him very excited.
Not to mention anything else, no matter how fast the Bugatti ran, it was not as cool and refreshing as Sun Wukong who could run a hundred and eight thousand miles with a somersault.
Of course, all this had nothing to do with Zhou Hao for the time being. He was just an ordinary high school student. His mother suffered from severe uremia, and the millions of surgery fees had not been settled yet.
When he woke up, he went from a top rich second generation to a high school student who had to bear the pressure of millions of surgery fees … It was a little exciting to think about it.
Zhou Hao really felt excited. As a rich second generation in his previous life, he was basically a moth. It was not that he had no ambition or talent, but because of his father's existence, everything was too easy. Moreover, he knew very well that no matter what he did, he was destined to be unable to surpass his father. In the end, he was still destined to live like a moth.
On the contrary, his life experience in this life made him feel that he could live more realistically.
Therefore, he did not need any psychological preparation at all. He quickly adapted to his current identity.
With the bright incandescent light in the ward, Zhou Hao began to think.
Judging from the current situation, the first thing to do was to make money. The million surgery fees must be settled as soon as possible.
Zhou Hao did not have a mother in his previous life. In this life, he finally had a cheap mother. No matter what, he could not be separated from her so soon.
According to his memory, his mother, Chen Cuizhen, was a mother who completely matched Zhou Hao's imagination. Although she did not earn much and lived in a rented house, she supported Zhou Hao to study in the best private high school in the city. She worked hard to support the family, which was why she got uremia at a young age.
After the surgery fees were settled, the next step was to make money.
In this world, the only way to become a martial artist was to buy the Vitality Pills sold by the government.
These Vitality Pills cost twenty thousand each, and each person was limited to three.
Ordinary people only had 100cal of Vitality. After swallowing three Vitality Pills, their Vitality could increase to 120cal, and they would become a "prospective martial artist", qualified to apply for martial arts school. If they could become a martial arts school student, there was a high chance that they would become a real martial artist.
Of course, this was under the premise that everything went smoothly.
In reality, the barrier of "prospective martial artist" alone was enough to stop more than half of the people. Martial arts school enrollment was based entirely on talent. Only the lucky ones with extraordinary talent could make it to the end.
He could not tell how talented he was, but no matter what, he had to give it a try.
The surgery fees were one million, plus the three Vitality Pills for sixty thousand. One million and sixty thousand was his current goal.
Zhou Hao had no idea where he should go to make money, but this did not affect his excitement.
As a rich second generation in his previous life, when did the word "goal" ever enter his mind?
He had just arrived in this world and already had such a difficult goal. This feeling could only be described in one word … exciting!
However, this exciting feeling did not last long. Soon, there was movement on the bed next to him. His mother, Chen Cuizhen, said in a weak voice, "Hao, are you awake? Mom has something to tell you."
"Yes, I'm awake."
The memories in his mind allowed Zhou Hao to quickly adapt to his mother-son identity. He got up from the bed and nodded in response.
Chen Cuizhen's expression was a little conflicted. In reality, she did not sleep the whole night. Only now did she make up her mind. She continued to say to Zhou Hao, "When you were young, I told you that your father passed away a long time ago. But in reality … in reality, I lied to you. Your father is still alive … and he's a martial artist …"
Zhou Hao was stunned for a moment. A bad feeling welled up in his heart.
"Martial artist … What rank is he?"
According to his memory, martial artists were divided into nine ranks.
Rank-3 and above were rare existences. It was rare for ordinary people to see them.
Those below Rank-3 were not ordinary people either. For example, in Linjiang City where Zhou Hao came from, the commander of the city was a Rank-3 martial artist.
"He was Rank-6 back then … but I saw him on TV a few days ago. He's now the principal of Capital City Martial Arts School. His cultivation is … Rank-8."
"…"
Zhou Hao was about to cry. What sin had he committed? His father was the richest man in Sino Nation in his past life. In this life, he was a Rank-8 martial artist!
What was the concept of a Rank-8 martial artist?
A Rank-7 martial artist could be called a Grandmaster. A Rank-8 martial artist was a Grandmaster!
On the Grandmaster ranking in Sino Nation, there were only 30 Grandmasters. This was already the country with the most Grandmasters in the world.
In other small countries, Grandmasters were rare. Many countries did not even have Grandmasters.
It was not an exaggeration to say that if a Rank-8 Grandmaster wanted to, he could destroy a country by himself!
Goals?
Struggle?
Everything was gone. It did not matter whether he became a martial artist or not. With a Grandmaster as his father, the only thing he needed to do was to eat and wait for death, just like in his past life.
"When you were just born, he said that your martial arts talent was not good. Others also said that he gave birth to a useless person. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left with you.
"Now that I think about it, I was too extreme back then, causing you to suffer for so many years …"
Chen Cuizhen did not notice Zhou Hao's expression and continued to ramble.
"I'll contact him later. He should be coming to pick you up soon … He has a high status, so he must be busy. You have to take care of yourself in the future …"
Huh?
Still not contacting him?
Zhou Hao slapped the bed and stood up.
"I don't think I can acknowledge this father!"
Chen Cuizhen did not expect this reaction from him. She was stunned for a moment. "I can't take care of you in the future. You're still young …"
"I still can't acknowledge him!"
"How did you inherit my temper …" Chen Cuizhen did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about my surgery fees."
Zhou Hao was still unmoved. "You sounded like you were going to die. It doesn't sound like you're going to undergo surgery."
In his memory, his mother had a stubborn temper. She could take him away in the past. Now, she would definitely not accept that cheap father's help.
Chen Cuizhen was speechless and fell silent after being seen through.
Zhou Hao struck while the iron was hot. He continued to persuade her, "Actually, we don't have to look for him. I'll think of a way to pay for the surgery fees. After you recover, I'll take the martial arts school entrance exam … When I become a martial artist in the future and have a higher cultivation than him, you can take me back. At that time, you can point at his nose and ask him if the son of Chen Cuizhen is a useless person … Think about it. That's the only way to vent your anger."
Vent her anger, but he was a Rank-8 martial artist … Was that even possible?
Chen Cuizhen naturally knew that it was impossible. However, looking at her son's serious and stubborn face, she did not know why, but her heart was comforted.
After a while, Chen Cuizhen sighed. "You really don't want to acknowledge him?"