Human Brain Farm

"Immortal."

"Immortal!"

"Alien!"

Countless refugees knelt down, their faces filled with excitement.

"I am neither an immortal nor an alien. There is the saying of practicing Dao in the world, and in the starry sky beyond, numerous civilizations of cultivation have been born, countless great worlds of all living beings...."

In the sky, the illusion of the old man overlooked the earth and spoke softly:

"I declare that this world, with its fresh air and dissipated smog, shall transform into a place suitable for all living beings once more!"

The earth began to tremble as a gust of wind swept through.

The entire land became like a refreshing drizzle, bringing life and nourishing all things.

In the sky, Zhu Zhengwei continued, "I declare that this world shall have a Celestial Dao, a set of rules and determinants in the unseen realm to govern all things, balance the world, prevent apocalyptic wars, and be restored to this era."

The sky resounded with a boom.

People felt as if something had been added to the sky, an indescribable will was gathering to form the world.

How should one create a superior new science fiction world?

Zhu Zhengwei had insights now; he was no longer inexperienced!

He knew how to use psychological suggestion to guide the miners' subconscious minds to dig in the directions he intended, to build the kind of structures he envisioned, to evolve into the forms he had outlined!

This time, the science fiction world he chose to create, though materialistic, also had the Celestial Dao, an unavoidable order that he could not interfere with.

"I hope this action I am taking will remind him of my benevolence."

"I refuse to believe that this time, the world cannot be morally bound."

Zhu Zhengwei took a deep breath, overlooking the people below, and continued, "I declare that in this world, all endless radioactive waste shall converge to the island nation in the east, confined to the island, with the aftermath of war not plaguing the world."

As his words fell, all the waste of the entire land was transferred, converging into a black stream of garbage rushing to an island in the east.

This was the historical formation of the world set by Zhu Zhengwei!

Even if he did not speak, the world would form this way because he had already prepped the suggestion....

But at the moment, with him providing a "narration" by the side, everyone believed that he was the savior of this world...

This was a hidden move, a setup.

The words spoken were also his structure of this world.

Even though it was a world after the wasteland, everyone knew how severe the consequences of radiation could be.

Zhu Zhengwei created this world and didn't want the inhabitants to suffer from incurable diseases before it even developed and matured.

And since it was a farm, tending to this world of residues was naturally necessary.

Finally, as Zhu Zhengwei's words fell, the entire world was fully generated, and he sighed: "Alas, I have exhausted my strength, thus dispelling into the Dao.... At the end of my time, this action is not in vain for my mind as a gatekeeper."

"Alas, my descendants..."

The old man, holding the baby in his arms, laughed bitterly with regret.

Subsequently, the elder's presence gradually faded away, but suddenly he said, "This is not good... A Disaster Beast is descending upon this world, bringing calamity with fortune intertwined, who knows whether it's good or bad."

Zhu Zhengwei continued to lay the groundwork.

After all, as a world of junkyards and the Dark Side, there inevitably would be constant dream residues being thrown in, which he couldn't change.

"Never mind, never mind... Let me stabilize a hidden danger for this world."

Zhu Zhengwei waved his hand and drew out a large axe, as if Pangu splitting the heavens and earth. "Open! With the Disaster Beast descending, I shall eliminate the Disaster Beasts within twenty years, granting the living beings on this land twenty years of respite."

In this scene, as if cleaving open chaos, the Disaster Beasts supposed to descend upon the sky were obliterated, as if a never-ending white light was cleaved through the dark chaos.

As the axe fell, the old man gradually vanished.

The old man's lips curled into a faint smile:

"This world shall be akin to the Celestial Craft Department of my Chang'an City, where the world flourishes with technology, where humans prevail over nature, where everyone practices science, learns the truth, explores the infinite, and steps among the stars."

"Benefactor!"

Countless people amid disasters eyed the old man's monologue in the sky, their minds gradually aching.

It was as if this mythical scene, altering the heavens and earth, felt like a surreal dream, yet the disastrous environment before them where the radiation had dissipated and the air cleared was no illusion.

Are there really deities in this world?

With the progress of science and era development, people long denied the presence of deities.

But now, their understanding of the world was overturned.

This benefactor apparently had also encountered a catastrophe, escaping across galaxies with a child, severely injured until here, only to save this world at the brink of death?

Unfortunately, even he was spent?

Many were taken aback, beginning to piece together the causality within.

As they were amazed, the mysterious Flying Ship in the sky emanated light, and the old man completely vanished.

With the elder's passing, the baby in his arms wailed loudly, as the Flying Ship sank into the depths of the planet's ocean, disappearing without a trace.

This left them dumbfounded, involuntarily gazing toward the sea.

The benefactor's child, that peerless figure akin to an immortal, the orphan claiming descent from Chang'an City, remained on our planet?

Countless people were stirred, some wanted to repay the debt, some had complex expressions, some showed greed, as the entire disaster-stricken world, the entire eastern hemisphere, witnessed this incredible scene.

In the deep sea.

The infant Zhu Zhengwei began to stretch his body, revealing a smile.

"Your Highness, why did you expose your final destination and orphan identity in the sea?"

The Ancestral Witch Celestial Dao girl curiously asked.

The Ancestral Witch Celestial Dao felt that the presence before her, as the Creator of the world, each thought and future consideration profoundly influenced the newly birthed world, determining the trajectory and direction of its growth.

"It's simple. Inform them that my spaceship crashed here, as I am somewhat the descendant of a great hero who selflessly saved the world." Zhu Zhengwei smiled as he answered, "Creating a legitimate identity for myself in this world, so I won't be crazily targeted and doubted like a Ghost Witch Doctor."

By now, this world has gathered all of the scientific technologies of Zhu Zhengwei.

Biotechnology, even nuclear weaponry, drone technology, aerospace technology... All the Earth's civilization, as well as his previous accumulations, are piled up here.

With this, forming a post-catastrophic world, allowing them to continue development.

And the beings here, with all sorts of cyborgs, Beastmen, and genetically modified humans, were quite normal phenomena, otherwise, in light of this world's nuclear radiation burst scenario, ordinary people would have long perished due to radiation.

This was a setting he gave to this world.

"I've done my best, given everything needed, how this world progresses now depends on you." Zhu Zhengwei looked at the sky, whispered to the forming Celestial Dao:

"You must strive."

The Ancestral Witch Celestial Dao girl at his side waved her little fist and quickly added, "Yes, strive! Young Celestial Dao of this world, work hard for His Highness, work earnestly, and advance civilization!"

Zhu Zhengwei glanced at her, his expression turning peculiar.

The Ancestral Witch Celestial Dao girl abruptly shivered and said in a panic, "Did I say something wrong?"