It was through Xiao Honglv's efforts that the entire battle was steered into the trap they had both set, but now, he was clearly abnormal, his sluggishness being the most apparent external sign.

The second reason was that everyone else simply had no idea how to operate the flying saucer, which was, in retrospect, entirely expected.

After all, the physiological structure of aliens was vastly different from that of humans; they surely wouldn't design a human-sized captain's chair for human convenience.

And what about using a control panel? Unlike the saucer at Area 51, which humans had modified and studied for decades, this alien craft was entirely alien-operated. The entire cockpit was bare, with nothing but a bright platform that resembled a control console. The saucer was almost like a completely sealed steel prison.

After peering into the flying saucer for a long time, Zheng Zha turned to Chu Xuan with visible frustration. "I know you're in the grip of your inner demon, but could you please snap back to reality for a moment? Otherwise, we're just wasting our time here. If we can't even fly it, we might as well take the rocket the US President mentioned, blast into outer space, and fight the aliens head-on…" As Zheng Zha rambled on, Chu Xuan had slowly walked to the platform. He placed his hand upon it, and no one knew exactly what he did.

Suddenly, a circular column of light rose from the platform, displaying strange characters that flickered incessantly. Chu Xuan was not unfamiliar with them. He grasped the column of light and closed his eyes.

Then, to the sensation of the others, the entire saucer slowly lifted off the ground. Before Zheng Zha and the others could express their excitement, they were instantly crushed against the floor by a sudden, intense gravitational acceleration.

Even Zheng Zha was forced to bend over by the abrupt G-force, but upon seeing Chu Xuan utterly pinned to the deck, he couldn't help but laugh with malicious glee. "Look at you, looking so pathetic… Hahaha, you got pinned down too! Hey, you still seem somewhat rational, how did you manage that? Can you maintain this level of clarity even while grappling with your inner demon?" Chu Xuan didn't reply. He slowly pushed himself up from the floor. For those with their superhuman physical conditioning, even the G-force of a rocket launch couldn't completely pin them down; what had just happened was merely a sudden surge of acceleration that caught them off guard.

Seeing Chu Xuan lapse back into silence, the atmosphere in the group began to grow heavy. Zhang Heng suddenly chuckled and remarked, "I wonder how Chu Xuan managed to control this saucer? Those characters are clearly not human script. He can actually read them?" Zheng Zha, having just been rebuffed by Chu Xuan earlier, finally felt a little less awkward upon hearing Zhang Heng speak. "It’s a simple principle. Do you remember the original movie plot? That captured alien possessed intense psychic abilities—you could call it an alien form of mental control. Furthermore, in the original plot, the researchers at Area 51 discovered it lacked an audible language system. They likely relied on powerful mental force for information transfer. Similarly, both the original movie's craft and the one we encountered possess a responsiveness far beyond what any Earth fighter jet can imagine. Therefore, this saucer is most likely controlled through mental power, and among us, only Chu Xuan's power of belief is the most suitable match for psychic energy…" As Zheng Zha spoke, he noticed Zhang Heng staring at him with a look of stunned realization. After a long pause, Zhang Heng chuckled wryly. "Unconsciously, perhaps. Your way of thinking is becoming more and more like Chu Xuan and Xiao Honglv. Heh, if you keep improving, one day you might turn into one of those freaks like them."

(Is that so? I’ve improved too…) Zheng Zha felt momentarily stunned, his mind drifting into vague thoughts. He had always known he'd made significant progress, but every advance was a tiny gain wrestled from the jaws of death, so he never considered it critically important. Only when the accumulation of progress reached an astonishing level did he look back and realize he could already be called post-human, and that progress could be described as evolution.

(Is this the primary purpose of the Reincarnation World? As long as one survives, as long as one can just live, evolution is inevitable... Even if that evolution is minute, when these small increments continuously accumulate and grow, a worm can evolve into a dragon. I didn't realize until now… I’ve become this strong.) Regardless of what Zheng Zha was pondering, the speed at which the saucer ascended was breathtaking. It took mere seconds to climb from the ground to the edge of the atmosphere, with virtually no change in velocity during the ascent. This fact alone proved the saucer must possess an anti-gravity system—a characteristic shared by the Green Goblin's hoverboard.

When the saucer broke through the atmosphere, the group looked out through the forward viewport. In the boundless, pitch-black void of space, a massive blue planet hung directly beneath the craft. It was a jewel-like world, and in the cold, lonely, prison-like expanse of the universe, this blue planet was humanity’s cradle and its only reliance for survival—until the invasion by these aliens before their eyes… Humanity stood on the brink of annihilation, extinction looming over their race.

"It's so beautiful… Earth looks so beautiful," Zhang Heng murmured, gazing at the blue sphere.

"Aren't we guarding it, too?" A voice sounded near Zhang Heng’s ear. He looked up to meet Zheng Zha's gaze. The man continued to stare silently at the Earth. "We have always lived in the Reincarnation World, struggling for survival, constantly becoming stronger… Isn't everything we do ultimately to protect this beautiful blue planet and the people upon it? Perhaps… when we return from this Reincarnation World to the real world, that will be when we finally face the ancient enemies!" Zhang Heng’s expression gradually became distant, and he mumbled, "Do we still have our Earth, and the people we guard? Then… what are the people in this world, and in the countless horror movie worlds? Are they truly living beings, or just false data, or perhaps illusions conjured by Sages and Cultivators?"

"I don't know either."

"I can no longer distinguish what these horror worlds are… To say these worlds are all fake, yet they feel undeniably real. And our strengthening is a concrete reality. If these worlds are real, then the Sages and Cultivators who can create worlds… and the enemies capable of destroying them, can we, this half-baked new generation, truly stand against them?"

"Are these worlds truly created by Sages and Cultivators?" Chu Xuan's voice suddenly broke in. He looked at Zheng Zha and Zhang Heng, then at Yang Xuelin and Imhotep. Then, this man—sometimes lucid, sometimes withdrawn—addressed Imhotep. "Imhotep, do you believe the world you came from is illusory? Do you remember your childhood, your youth, growing up, and even later killing the Pharaoh and being tortured to death? Do you feel any of that was fake?"

Imhotep froze. His expression immediately soured, a faint tinge of ashen gray appearing, but having been with the Zhongzhou Team for quite some time, he had picked up some understanding of Chu Xuan’s character and methods from the team's conversations. Therefore, despite his inner anger, he didn't resort to irrational action, merely stating, "Those memories are carved deep into my mind; how could they be illusory? Though I don't know why so many different worlds exist… the world I originated from absolutely cannot be false, or else what am I? Moreover, I can exist in the same world as you—at least the me right now is absolutely real."

"Precisely," Chu Xuan snapped his fingers. "It is precisely because Imhotep successfully joined the Zhongzhou Team that I have a new hypothesis… Could it be that the countless horror movies, even the world we are in now, might actually exist as real places? Not created by Cultivators and Sages, but worlds that truly exist on their own merit?"

"There is an example that can illustrate this point, even if the example itself is merely hypothetical. This hypothesis suggests that if time could flow backward, what kind of world would the time period we return to belong to? This creates a temporal paradox. For instance, if you use a time machine to go back ten minutes and kill your ten-minutes-ago self, then the former 'you' would never have had the chance to use the time machine, meaning the future self couldn't have arrived to kill him, so he should have lived. But he is dead, killed by his future self from ten minutes later. This is an impossible contradiction… Therefore, reversing time might not lead back to the past, but to a parallel world resembling the past of the real world. This world would be identical to the real world in every aspect, with the only difference being the temporal marker."

Chu Xuan spoke while the others looked on, seemingly unable to grasp his words. The man showed no excess emotion, continuing his monologue. "If we extend this theory, any segment of time could potentially be a parallel world. Within a single second, there could be countless parallel worlds. Similarly… is it possible that infinite worlds exist? Like the movies we watch, the comic book universes we know, the fantasy novels we read, the imaginary realms we conceive—no matter how incredible—such worlds might exist in some corner of the Plane?"

"If there truly are such infinitely many worlds, possessing innumerable possibilities and countless unknowns, wouldn't such a world… be incredibly interesting to you?" Chu Xuan turned his head. A nearly indescribable fervor shone in his eyes, mixed with a deep-seated trace of tyranny...