Part One: Meteor Chapter · A Century-Long Dream

Chapter One: The Spirit Bird of Fangcun Mountain Secretly Learns (Part One)

Transmigration is actually a very meaningful thing. Traveling from the modern era to ancient times, to another world, or even to a mythological realm, is something that delights and fascinates people. Naturally, this is also one of the most frequent themes in Henry Clark's daydreams. However, if such a thing really happened to oneself, sometimes, it might not be as fun as imagined.

Henry Clark was very frustrated. Even though he had transmigrated, he was still frustrated, because he had gone through a process of birth and growth that could only be described as frustrating—no other word fit.

Because he had transmigrated into a bird—a crow, no less. And the starting point of this transmigration was inside an eggshell. After using all his strength to peck his way out of the shell, his miserable life began.

"So, being a bird is actually this hard!!!" After going through some things, he sighed in his heart.

Not to mention anything else, just learning to fly nearly killed him. But, well, he couldn't entirely blame his current crow mother, because Henry Clark in his previous life was a physics student—a top student in the Physics Department at Tsinghua, then a PhD in physics at Harvard. So, when he first started learning to fly, he tried to master it quickly by referencing the principles of aerodynamics. The result was that he fell from the tree a total of eighteen times, nearly losing half his little life.

In fact, the dangers encountered while learning to fly were only a small part of the many bizarre dangers. For Henry Clark, the most painful thing since transmigrating was searching for food.

Crows eat bugs!!!!!!

The most common things he ate were caterpillars and green worms!

These two were what his great crow mother personally delivered to his mouth when his feathers hadn't fully grown in yet—he had to eat them whether he wanted to or not.

It was thanks to these bugs that he was able to grow up and find food on his own!

Now, he's a vegetarian. His main food sources are tree seeds, grass seeds, and some berries. Of course, nuts are also acceptable—just keep the bugs away.

But it was precisely this extremely unreasonable diet that once nearly killed him from malnutrition, until something happened that changed everything.

Just as he was about to succumb to malnutrition, unable to hold on any longer and about to go look for bugs to eat, he sensed something strange.

This goes back to one night when he couldn't sleep and was bored, so he started counting numbers. As he counted, he felt a faint warmth flow into his body along his feathers. He was a bit confused, and as soon as he shifted his thoughts, the feeling disappeared.

At first, he thought it was just an illusion, or a trick of the mind as he was about to fall asleep, so he didn't pay it any mind. But when he counted numbers again, the feeling returned.

Then a third time, a fourth time—finally, Henry Clark confirmed that this was not an illusion, but real. And soon, he identified the source of the feeling: moonlight.

Could this be the legendary absorption of the essence of the sun and moon?

He didn't know.

But this energy made him feel alive and renewed. He had a vague feeling in his heart that if he kept cultivating like this, maybe he really could, as the books said, develop some kind of demon energy, then transform into human form and become a demon.

One day, he was lazily perched on a tree branch, eyes half-closed, thinking about these wonderful things.

"First, transform into human form, then occupy some remote mountain as a bandit king, just like those demons in Journey to the West. That should... Wait, Journey to the West?!" Strangely enough, just as he thought of Journey to the West, his gaze happened to fall on a monkey.

He saw that the monkey was short and stocky, with a hunched face, sunken cheeks, a pointed mouth, golden eyes, and a body covered in golden fur. There were plenty of monkeys on this mountain, but this one was clearly different. Just by that golden fur, shining in the sunlight, Henry Clark could tell that its efficiency in absorbing the essence of the sun and moon was many times higher than his own.

And those lively eyes clearly showed that this monkey, like himself, possessed intelligence.

"Interesting, could it be that I've run into George Carter?!" Henry Clark thought mischievously. But he really didn't expect that he had guessed right. As he watched the monkey climb over mountains and leap about, seemingly searching for something, he suddenly heard singing coming from deep in the forest. Listening closely, it went: