Charles Cooper was making the final adjustments to the machine while saying to William Dawson, “For certain reasons, only a very small number of people can enter the legend, and you just happen to be the second person in nine hundred years. Although our Legend Administration Bureau has many members, they are all assistants. We haven’t had an ‘operator’ in nine hundred years.”

“I-I-I still have questions! Don’t you have any kind of employee training or something? What am I supposed to do?” William Dawson’s voice started to tremble. He wanted to figure out as much as possible about what he was about to face. After all, Samuel Clark had once said this was extremely dangerous. He turned his head toward Grace Bennett and Emma Foster, saying, “You guys have to help me! Otherwise, you won’t be able to report back either, right?”

Grace Bennett and Emma Foster shook their heads helplessly. The Xie and Fan families had their own ancestral rules, and the first rule was: unconditionally cooperate with the work of the Legend Administration Bureau.

“There’s no time for employee training, Xiao Zhan.” David Harris walked over slowly. “The seal on this legend will be lifted within an hour. You must enter the legend within this hour and complete it within seven days, otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?”

David Harris stroked his beard and said meaningfully:

“Otherwise you will dissipate in the past, and we will perish in the future.”

Is it really that serious?

William Dawson thought only he would be in danger, but hadn’t realized this concerned the lives of many people.

“Then… one last question,” William Dawson said, “Which legend am I going into?”

After hearing this, Charles Cooper reached out and pulled a display screen in front of William Dawson. On the screen was a dark-skinned, capable-looking man, dressed in coarse clothes, drenched in sweat, facing the yellow earth with his back to the sky, digging the ground with a hoe. William Dawson looked closely and saw that there were actually ten suns in the sky.

“The Archer Yi Shoots Down Nine Suns!?” William Dawson could hardly believe his eyes. Was he really able to interfere in a legend of this level?

“That’s right, Yi Shoots Down Nine Suns,” Charles Cooper explained. “I’ll tell you the script of the legend now, listen carefully. Normally, Great Yi should receive guidance from an immortal at the age of eleven, spend ten years comprehending the Dao, become a semi-immortal at twenty-one, and then draw his bow to shoot down nine suns, saving all living beings. Am I clear enough?”

“W-wait a minute!” William Dawson felt even more nervous than during his college entrance exam. “May I ask, which part of the legend has gone wrong?”

Charles Cooper pushed up his glasses.

“The problem is that Great Yi didn’t receive guidance from an immortal at age eleven, and remained an ordinary mortal until he was twenty-one.”

William Dawson gave a bitter laugh.

“So you mean, as a mortal, I have to help another mortal shoot down nine suns?”

“That’s right.”

If he’d known the task would be this difficult, William Dawson would never have come.

Starting out on hell difficulty—if he could choose again, William Dawson would rather wait seven hundred years.

At least he wouldn’t be obliterated, and could still be a rich second generation.

“I remember learning in elementary school that those in the sky were nine giant firebirds…”

“Unfortunately,” Charles Cooper shook his head, “in past legends, the ‘Three-legged Golden Crows’ often played the role of the nine suns, but this time our colleagues have already investigated in advance. All ten Three-legged Golden Crows are still perched on the Fusang Divine Tree and haven’t moved. They’re also confused about the current situation. So… how to shoot down the nine suns in the sky is up to you to figure out.”

“What?!”

“Since you’re also a mortal, we’ll help you as much as we can.” Charles Cooper handed over a booklet that looked like a menu to William Dawson, saying, “You can choose two souls from these deceased to bring into the legend. At critical moments, you can let a soul possess you, but keep in mind, each possession lasts only five minutes.”

William Dawson took a look—it was a very long list, with a friendly note: “Please check the souls you choose.”

Soul possession? Five minutes?

William Dawson cursed inwardly. What use is such a short time?

Even if he chose Sun Wukong, it would be impossible to shoot down nine suns in five minutes, right?

Wait, Sun Wukong?

William Dawson was puzzled. For some reason, he saw the name of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—Sun Wukong—on the list.

“Is Sun Wukong already dead?” William Dawson blurted out.

“No,” Charles Cooper said, “When Sun Wukong attained Buddhahood in the flesh, he abandoned seven of his souls. We took one of them.”

“Great, then Sun Wukong it is!” William Dawson thought, in five minutes, Sun Wukong should at least be able to shoot down one sun, right?

Even if the legend changed from “Yi Shoots Down Nine Suns” to “Yi Shoots Down One Sun,” it should still be acceptable, right?

“Okay, if you choose Sun Wukong, just check his name. Have you decided on the second soul?”

William Dawson looked carefully at the list. Indeed, every name was famous, including historical generals like Han Wu and Saint Guan Yu, but most were mortals. William Dawson was also considering the actual usefulness of these souls. Without extraordinary powers, entering the story of Great Yi shooting the suns would be pointless.