The Journey of Creation from Illusion to Reality

"Sigh! Still not working? Just a little, just a little more."

Yuan Meng opened his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He slowly stood up and soothed his numb hands and feet before slowly walking out of the room.

This was an independent villa that occupied an area of more than 500 square meters. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers and faced south. It was very quiet and quiet. Other than a relatively wide asphalt road leading to the city and a few surrounding villas, there was basically no one else.

This kind of place could be said to be very suitable for cultivating one's body and mind. Yuan Meng had appeared here for no other reason than because this place was suitable for cultivating one's body and mind.

At this point, it was time to talk about Yuan Meng himself.

Yuan Meng, 30 years old. Born an orphan, he relied on his own ability to start from scratch and create a sizable family business. Otherwise, he would not have been able to buy an independent villa that occupied more than 500 square meters in Green Screen Mountain.

Green Screen Mountain wasn't a famous mountain resort, but it was still quite famous in Qingyang City. It had beautiful mountains and clear waters, and was elegant and quiet. A few retro-style villas were faintly discernible among the mountains, rivers, and trees. It was indeed a good place for leisure and leisure, and it was also the best choice for recuperating.

The villas here were naturally expensive. Those who could afford a villa here were naturally rich and noble.

Moreover, even if one had money, one might not be able to buy it. Yuan Meng had spent a lot of money and thought hard to buy it.

After Yuan Bo bought this villa, he lived here for a long time. Even his own business had been sold.

Apart from a few of his good friends and some daily necessities that he occasionally ordered, he basically cut off contact with the outside world.

The reason why Yuan Meng was like this was naturally not because he was tired of the secular world and had the idea of living in seclusion.

Yuan Meng came here to live a semi-secluded life, but he had no choice because he had cancer, and it was the late-stage kind.

Yuan Meng almost broke down when he found out about this. Damn it, I've just built up this foundation and haven't even had the chance to enjoy it yet, and you're already doing this to me?

But what had happened? What could he do?

He could only accept reality in despair. He rejected the doctor's suggestion to stay in the hospital for treatment. Instead, he sold his assets and came to this villa with excellent scenery and environment to recuperate and retire.

Well, in fact, it could also be put in another way. That was to wait for death!

Otherwise, what else could he do?

Of course, no one wanted to die, and Yuan Meng was no exception.

Ever since he came here, he had almost searched through all kinds of Chinese and Western medicine prescriptions that appeared on the market.

He even spent a lot of money to copy all the cultivation techniques, real or fake, all kinds of Buddhist scriptures, and even the treasures of the various sects.

Other than drinking some Chinese medicine that could suppress cancer and regulate his body and mind, he would study these cultivation techniques and traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions in hopes of obtaining a way to regulate his body and mind and extend his lifespan.

Well, you might say that this is not an emergency.

This was simply courting death!

So many people have spent their entire lives without gaining anything. You are a dying person. What can you gain in such a short period of time?

This world still had to be scientific. If you were sick, you had to treat it well. You had to believe in science. If you received treatment, it should, might, probably, more or less. Yes, it could extend your life.

However, how could Yuan Meng not know about this? Hehe, just like what was said above, he would turn to any doctor in an emergency.

Yes, Yuan Meng was desperate, but what could he do?

As for following the doctor's advice and being hospitalized.

Hehe, he chuckled…

What was the point of that? It was still incurable.

Yuan Meng did not want him to spend the rest of his life lying on a hospital bed, struggling and moaning in pain, and eventually dying.

Instead of that, it was better to come here and have a few days of peace and quiet, although his body might go on strike at any time.

However, hehe, it was still the same sentence. Death was inevitable. Then, he would do as he wished and live as long as he could.

Moreover, being able to come to this world was already a great favor from the heavens. He had earned a lot.

Yuan Meng did not want to be in a hospital bed again, struggling in pain for a few years before he breathed his last breath in pain.

Yes, you didn't see it wrong. It was again.

Yuan Meng was able to rely on himself to become a genius who started from scratch and built such a huge foundation.

Most importantly, he was a transmigrator.

He, Yuan Meng, was the most miserable transmigrator in history. The day he transmigrated was a snowy winter, but it was actually nothing.

However, he was a baby when he transmigrated. Moreover, he was a baby lying on the side of the road with his buttocks bare. On the first day of transmigration, he almost froze to death. He became the transmigrator who transmigrated the shortest time.

As for his parents, he didn't have them. Yuan Meng seriously suspected that he had transmigrated with his physical body at the moment he took his last breath.

However, due to some special reasons, his body had returned to its infancy.

This was because he looked exactly the same as in his previous life. Perhaps it was because he had transmigrated or some other reason that caused him to have the phenomenon of regaining his youth.

It was just that the rejuvenation was a little too much and he had returned to his infancy.

If it wasn't for a kind-hearted person who sent him to an orphanage, Yuan Meng would have died on the first day of his transmigration.

However, after that, Yuan Meng was like the main characters in the transmigration. Relying on his knowledge and memories from his previous life, whether it was in primary school or university, he was a leading figure.

Even Yuan Meng's mentor at the university wanted him to enter the field of scientific research to achieve greater achievements and development.

Unfortunately, Yuan Meng, who had been reborn, knew his own business. He was not an extremely talented person. The reason why he could become a popular figure in the school was because of his accumulation in his previous life, as well as the determination and knowledge of an adult.

If not, he was just an ordinary person. Just look at his previous life. If he was really a genius, he would not be an ordinary worker.

After graduation, he relied on his foresight and what he had seen and heard in his previous life to have a smooth journey in business.

However, the weather was unpredictable. Just as he had a bigger plot to become the richest man in the country, who knew that a bolt from the blue would hit him?

He had cancer, the late-stage kind.

At that moment, Yuan Meng almost broke down. He was still in his prime, and his career was thriving. Yet, he had cancer again.

Well, Yuan Meng had reason to suspect that it wasn't cancer at all. It was a relapse.

Because Yuan Meng had contracted cancer in his previous life, he had been struggling for nearly ten years.

He had tried all kinds of folk prescriptions and treatment methods. However, in the end, it only made him suffer more and struggle for a period of time.

In this life, not only did Yuan Meng look exactly the same as before, but he also had the same cancer as in his previous life.

This was also the main reason why Yuan Meng suspected that it was not his soul that had transmigrated, but his body.

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence in this world?