In the Grand Heavenly World, a series of boundaries had been established to prevent living beings from crossing over and residing in other worlds. But now, a continuous series of these boundary separations were being pierced through, creating spatial holes. A figure, like a flash of lightning, streaked through, flying at a speed that even the Great Powers of the cultivation continents couldn't discern what it was, capable of easily shattering the boundary lines it passed through. However, by the time the Great Powers confirmed its passage and wanted to pursue, the boundaries had already self-repaired, blocking them, forcing even the Great Powers to give up.
On the edge of Earth, a streak of light appeared on the horizon, swept across, and landed atop a high-rise hospital. It entered the body of a 7-year-old boy, Zhuang Tianyu, the grandson of Zhuang Zongren. He had been successfully assassinated on his way home from school, but thanks to his heart being located in the center of his chest, he didn't die instantly. However, he was severely immobilized due to massive blood loss, and his heart was failing on the way, thus he was at a critical juncture, hanging by a thread.
A flash of light, a humanoid figure, flickered and entered the child's brain.
"This child's destiny is insufficient... sigh... Then I shall help you, and in doing so, take on an identity to experience the flavors of life in this world."
Inside the child's brain, a majestic humanoid figure stood. In one corner, there was a faint, ethereal mass, on the verge of dissipating – it was Zhuang Tianyu's soul, having lost its consciousness and about to vanish. The young humanoid figure raised a hand, and a gentle golden aura extended, enveloping the boy's soul, then copied its memories and helped it transcend.
In just an instant, the soul dissipated, and then the young figure merged into the boy's body.
"I am a Creator God, yet I haven't fully explored the places I created... Sigh... since I've done it, I should go and experience how the world I created has developed, haha... Time to wake up."
Inside the luxurious hospital room, a miracle had occurred in the 7-year-old boy. He had not only survived after being shot and losing a lot of blood, but more remarkably, his brainwaves, which had ceased, were now active again. His body had accepted the blood transfusion, his heart had resumed beating, his organs were beginning to recover, and his body temperature was warming up, indicating he had escaped critical danger and returned to normal.
The child's eyes on the hospital bed suddenly opened, met by the stark white of the hospital ceiling, the smell of disinfectant, and the glare of the lights. He felt a feminine and elegant figure slumped beside him, her hand resting heavily on his side. According to the child's memories, the woman beside him was his mother, who must have fallen asleep from exhaustion while waiting by the bedside.
He removed the tangled tubes and wires, then turned to look at his beautiful mother's face, his body suddenly trembling. A maternal affection arose within him, perhaps due to the lingering attachments of this body. The influence of these attachments persisted because he hadn't yet fully controlled this body, causing it to react uncontrollably.
The woman was very tired, but she could still sense the maternal bond with her child, so even a slight tremor woke her. She sat up and saw her child not only looking at her with open eyes but also removing the tubes that were continuously delivering nutrients into his body. The woman was stunned, unable to believe that the child she was about to lose was now looking at her with open eyes. She reacted too slowly, and by the time she collected herself, she reached out to stop her child's actions.
“My child, calm down, there’s no danger. I’ll always be by your side, protecting you.”
The woman hugged the child, holding its hand. While comforting her child, she also subtly signaled to the nurse in the corner of the room to call for a doctor to come for an examination.