As Zhou Xuan descended into this World.
Above this desert, someone who was freely flying in the sky suddenly felt his head jolt, and a large surge of information, coming from who knows where, poured into his mind like a torrent, relentlessly forcing its way in.
The unlucky person immediately foamed at the mouth, his body convulsing non-stop, unable to control his flight direction, and he fell onto the desert in a 360-degree irregular spin, leaving a long trail in the sea of sand.
Spinning, spinning, and spinning again.
It was as if over thirty years of memories, from childhood to adulthood, were scattered and then crammed back in all at once, with a flood of obscure, incomprehensible information rushing into his mind.
The unlucky person, who had fallen into the sea of sand but was fortunately not killed, was directly knocked unconscious by the massive amount of information.
After he fell unconscious, his body still twitched occasionally, and foam also surged from his mouth, looking as if he had been broken by someone.
The massive amount of information continued to pour in while he was unconscious, as if it wouldn't stop until his brain exploded.
After the information transfer was complete, it was a long time before the person's consciousness slowly recovered.
He raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight, his unfocused eyes staring at the distant sky, waiting for the surging information in his mind to subside.
The waves in his sea of consciousness slowly calmed, and the vast information, under the interference of a mysterious power, began to transform into words he could understand.
The massive amount of information, which almost overloaded the person's brain, could be summarized in one sentence:
'The guest from another World has arrived, please guide him to integrate into this World.'
The unlucky person's face twisted, and he roared to the sky:
"Ah..."
He had more than a thousand words of profanity he wanted to say.
This massive amount of information, which was about to explode his brain, was summarized in just one sentence?
Dare you cram in a bit more and actually explode my brain!
Who can tell me what exactly is going on?
And, who sent the message! Who! Who!!!
And who is this guest from another World? Do people have to be notified in advance about Crossing nowadays?
Also, if you want me to receive a guest, at least tell me where the guest is. With such a vague message, where am I supposed to go receive them?
The most crucial point is, why is he the one to receive the guest? Is he just that unlucky...?
Let's put the unlucky person aside for now and talk about Zhou Xuan.
After organizing the information in his mind, he sat cross-legged on the desert, took off the ancient bracelet on his left wrist, and immersed his mind into it to unlock the seal on the bracelet.
The bracelet was a special gift from his cheap master before he crossed over, very much in the style of Xianxia. It contained a small, stable void for storage.
Before crossing over, Zhou Xuan had stored a large amount of supplies in the bracelet. Anyway, the space was large enough, so he just put them in, regardless of whether he would need them later.
True Qi, accompanied by his soul, slowly permeated the bracelet, closing the seal that had been placed on it before the Crossing to stabilize the space.
After consuming most of his already limited True Qi, Zhou Xuan finally opened the spatial bracelet.
Brilliant streams of light burst forth from the bracelet, enveloping him.
When the dazzling light extinguished, the ancient and heavy bracelet transformed into a beautifully lined, shimmering crystal bracelet, incredibly splendid.
He put the bracelet back on his left hand, immersed his mind into it, and took out a regular satchel and a sand-proof straw hat.
Zhou Xuan stood up, brushed the sand off his body, then closed his eyes and concentrated, letting his mind merge with this World, sensing the rhythm of the Yuan Qi, and searching for nearby life.
The Yuan Qi between heaven and earth flowed, bringing him the information he desired.
Zhou Xuan, sensing the World, felt a stir in his heart. He turned his head to his left front, his gaze seemingly penetrating space.
In that direction, there was a distinct and prominent aura, completely undisguised, weak yet powerful.
What was weak was the life force, and what was powerful was the energy. Life and energy seemed intertwined, appearing somewhat peculiar.
This characteristic, and being in the desert...
He must not have entered the wrong World, and the timing was just right, allowing him to make his plans.
A smile appeared on his face as Zhou Xuan began to walk in that direction, his True Qi circulating ceaselessly, absorbing the World's Yuan Qi to replenish himself and restore his cultivation.
He moved at a good pace, his steps extremely light, leaving no footprints on the desert he walked across.
Zhou Xuan's Qinggong, at its peak, allowed him to traverse the air in an instant. Though he had little True Qi now, it was enough for him to walk on Water and leave no trace in snow.
After all, six years of tutelage under Sun En wasn't for nothing; if it were a panda, he could probably teach it to be a Kung Fu Panda.
After running through the yellow sand for over an hour, covering about twenty kilometers, he finally saw a humanoid creature in the distance.
He took off his straw hat, raised a hand to block the sunlight, and gazed into the distance, gathering True Qi to his eye meridians to enhance his vision, confirming that the creature was a human walking.
Stumbling through the desert, occasionally licking his cracked lips, the person felt utter despair.
He might be about to die, to die in this desolate desert.
Once the yellow sand buried him, no one would know that a super genius, philanthropist, billionaire, and playboy was buried beneath this desert.
Farewell...my World...
Wait! What's that?
The person raised his left hand and rubbed his eyes, discovering a White figure in the distant yellow sand approaching him.
A great joy surged in his heart, and he immediately raised his hand excitedly, waving and shouting loudly:
"Hey...hey...stranger friend, there's a traveler here who needs help.
Perhaps You've already recognized who I am, but I still need to introduce myself: I am Anthony Edward Stark, You can call me Tony Stark.
I am the greatest genius of this century, the most outstanding scientist, a successful businessman, a World-renowned super-rich man, a playboy. I have too many titles, too many widely circulated deeds..."
Listening to the familiar name from distant memories, the familiar tone in his words, and the equally familiar face hidden by his clothes, Zhou Xuan took a deep breath and slowly clenched his hands.
Adjusting his emotions, Zhou Xuan slowly walked up to Tony Stark, took off his straw hat, and extended his hand to greet him:
"Hi, Mr. Stark, it's a pleasure to meet You. However, You don't look so good right now."
Indeed, Tony Stark's current condition was not good; not only were his clothes tattered, but he also had many wounds on his body.
Tony squeezed his eyes upon hearing this and retorted, "That depends on the timing. I just escaped from the Terrorists and barely saved my life, so how could I care about my image?"
After speaking, he grasped Zhou Xuan's hand and shook it retaliatorily a few times, then continued:
"My friend, can You give me some Water and some food?"
"Of course, no problem. Helping others is an excellent virtue, and I am very willing to do good deeds, because many times I can get generous rewards from it."
Zhou Xuan smiled, took out a Water skin and a pie wrapped in oiled paper from his satchel, and handed them to Tony Stark.