Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Then the Three-eyed boy learned that the communication was unexpectedly from the school administration.

When he connected, the Three-eyed boy thought he was dreaming.

Indeed, is the rumor about heroes being able to monitor brainwaves actually true?

Until the Three-eyed boy went to the principal's office as requested.

Good news, the Three-eyed boy's dream was not discovered.

Bad news, the Three-eyed boy's parents were in trouble.

The boy's parents both worked for a subsidiary of a company serving a certain hero.

That hero died untreatable in this Evil God turmoil.

His subordinate forces were naturally subject to stringent investigations.

Then... during the investigation process, an armed conflict occurred.

The Three-eyed boy's parents were caught up in this conflict, already gravely injured and untreatable.

The Three-eyed boy was stunned by this sudden misfortune.

The principal sighed and processed a leave of absence for him.

Then found a teacher to send the Three-eyed boy home.

The Three-eyed boy stayed at home alone for a long, long time.

He suddenly came to his senses, discovering his memory seemed to have become exceptionally good.

Memories from childhood, details seen inadvertently, could all surface as long as he thought about them.

"Is this my superpower?"

"A memory power?"

The Three-eyed boy's eyes welled up with tears, full of unwillingness.

Because such a superpower could not bring his family back.

And recalled all the hero-related stories he had seen.

As long as it's a story officially certified with a real prototype.

There has never been anyone able to bring the dead back to life.

Unless...

"From within the memory."

In the Three-eyed boy's mind emerged this whisper from a dream.

He realized that if he understood correctly.

The way to resurrect his family might... really only depend on the power of that deity from the dream.

However, can he alone truly accomplish what heroes couldn't?

After some internal chaos, with his family's details in his memory becoming increasingly clear, he firmed up.

He began to constantly recall the details in the dream.

Started searching for a way to summon the deity from the dream.

As the Three-eyed started searching.

The Three-eyed high council.

In the middle of the night, they were still brightly lit, deciding on major issues one by one.

Order after order was issued.

The internal chaos was not over by just getting rid of a few heroes.

Every hero, behind them, had a massive force flying their flag.

These various forces cannot all be embraced.

After all, if they were truly embraced, wouldn't it have been a wasted purge for the victors' forces?

Except for a few lucky ones chosen by the heroes themselves.

The rest all had to be purged.

Especially the former confidants and core members who once held resources.

It's best to erase them physically.

Otherwise, when everything falls into place later.

If these guys, relying on their abilities, climb to the top again, wouldn't that be terrible?

"The dream of the Evil God should only be dreamt of at that time by those with potential for heroism."

"We found two newcomers who awakened these past two days, and they didn't dream of that dream..."

"This is a good thing."

"As long as no one else has that dream going forward."

"The Evil God can't possibly affect our world."

In the conference room, an elderly hero reported, confidently scanning the companions around him:

"Next, we just need to guard against any of us being seduced by the Evil God."

"What do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, many heroes slightly trembled, looking toward the elderly hero.

The elderly hero didn't pay them any heed, instead, looking toward the leader sitting at the head.

Every leader is undeniably the strongest one.

This leader nodded slightly, not speaking, yet the air vibrated, producing sound.

To ensure their achievements this time wouldn't be destroyed.

To ensure the Evil God wouldn't be summoned to destroy the Three-eyed civilization.

The leader decided all heroes must wear a pendant from the leader, engraved with the leader's mark.

These heroes knew the effect of this engraving.

This leader possessed multiple superpowers.

One was controlling gas.

And one was the Puppet Mark.

Those engraved with the mark were akin to having a monitor installed.

Moreover, at critical moments, they could be briefly controlled by the leader once.

In the past, no sane hero would accept the leader's engraving.

But today, no hero uttered a word of opposition.

Under the prior great battle, they had already allied to kill the heroes who could vaguely resist the leader and his minions.

Now they... no longer had the power to refuse.

And, at least the reason given wasn't unacceptable.

Compared to keeping secrets individually, handing over to the leader might be the right thing for the entire Three-eyed civilization.

"After engraving, I won't interfere with your industry's expansion."

"Subsequent planetary development, if Spirit Light Stone ore veins are discovered."

"I only want half."

The leader's indisputable terms made even the hesitating heroes bow their heads and choose to submit.

Thus, in this deep night.

Unwittingly, the heroes who were high and mighty in the eyes of the Three-eyed all received a mark engraving.

The Three-eyed boy knew nothing of this.

After a night of recalling, he fell asleep and slept straight into the afternoon.

Waking up groggily.

Upon opening his eyes, the Three-eyed boy found himself not seeing warm, glaring sunlight.

Instead, it was in a vast, boundless Star Sea.

In the Star Sea, a giant Constant Star occupied most of the view.

The magnificence of it instantly drew the Three-eyed boy in.

Until a pat on the shoulder awakened him in this Illusion Realm, causing him to scream.

"Don't be afraid."

"This is your Dream World."

Su Ping's Avatar, or rather a newly emerged thought Avatar due to sensing the Three-eyed, spoke faintly near the boy's shoulder:

"Kid, you're special."

"In this low-level civilization, in terms of Divine Soul talent, you are the best one."

"I... am the best one?"

The Three-eyed boy understood Su Ping's Avatar's words, feeling a bit bewildered.

"Ha ha ha, you will soon understand."

"But now, you just need to receive some knowledge and then return."

"After all, maintaining such a Dream World is no easy task for you."

"Wait!"

Hearing this, the Three-eyed boy couldn't help but shout:

"I don't care what you are, whether a True God or an Evil God."

"I want to ask, if I can help you."

"Please... can you resurrect my family?"

"Resurrect your family?"

"If there is no time limit, of course, it is possible."

"All creatures can return from the Memory River."

"If you want it done in a short time, it requires on-site observation to make a judgment."

Su Ping's Avatar would not lie because the other party was a mortal.

True resurrection of the dead is not simple.

But if slightly altered, such as giving the soul a different body or something, it is still feasible.

Anyway, there is no need to consider whether this will affect the other party's qualifications or if they will only have a few hundred years of lifespan.

This answer was already enough for the Three-eyed boy.

In fact, the boy's bottom line was as long as... it was not absolutely impossible!

Upon truly waking up, the boy found his nose had bled a lot, even staining the sheets and quilt red.

But before the boy could get up and clean.

The boy sensed a mass of knowledge emerging in his mind.

And the one who spoke in his dream... Avatar?

The boy also understood the meaning of Avatar through the knowledge in his mind.

Also understood that at critical moments.

This Avatar would take over his body to unleash the true power within him, turning danger into safety.

However, the Three-eyed boy naturally hoped this situation would never occur.

"Kid, even though I can easily look at your memory to know your name."

"But I have no interest in peeping."

"So, for ease of communication, tell me."

"My name?"

The Three-eyed boy slightly trembled, wiping his nose blood quietly:

"Fu Chen."

"A hero's name from a thousand years ago who saved many, many people."