A Buddha with a look of boundless compassion appeared in his heart. This Buddha held a vajra banner in his left hand, formed the Fearless Mudra with his right, and behind him, it seemed as if the worlds of the ten directions faintly emerged, radiating endless light.

The mind is like a bright mirror stand!

Ordinary people are restless and unfocused, unable to easily calm their minds. But after enduring tens of thousands of years of torment in hell, Henry Johnson's heart had been honed to incredible resilience. His mind settled with ease, entering a soul-gathering state.

What the world calls genius is simply doing one thing to the utmost, for ninety thousand years as if it were one day. Even the most ordinary soul-cultivation technique, in Henry Johnson's hands, was no less than a peerless divine scripture.

Within the sea of consciousness in his brain, that hazy, diffuse soul intent began to slowly gather under the influence of various mysterious forces, while wisps of dark mist continuously flowed in, making Henry Johnson's still-developing sea of consciousness ever broader and deeper.

Time passed by!

……

Winter, Year 8982 of the Great Zhou calendar.

Yanzhou, Jiangbei County, Hong City, Jiang Family Manor.

At this moment, in a spacious courtyard within the inner manor, many people had gathered inside and out, all dressed in splendid clothes and armor, quietly waiting.

Among them, a young man in white, with extraordinary bearing and a calm expression, sat on a stone chair in the courtyard, reading a thick book.

"Zheng'er, has the baby been born?" A burly elder in a bearskin coat entered the courtyard, laughing heartily.

"Father, aren't you busy preparing for the sacrificial ceremony?" The young man in white slowly stood up, a slight smile appearing on his handsome face. Although his wife was in labor, he was not anxious.

"Haha, what could be more important than the birth of my grandson? Your elder brother is handling the sacrificial ceremony in the manor; he needs to get used to it anyway." The elder laughed carefreely.

The young man in white also smiled. As the two conversed, the entire courtyard immediately quieted down; no one dared to move in the slightest. Clearly, the two held very high status in the manor.

Just then, the cry of a newborn came from the hall, veiled by layers of beaded curtains.

Soon, a maid came out holding a swaddled infant, her face beaming with joy. "Master, Second Young Master, it's a boy."

"How is Madam?" The young man in white smiled gently, inquiring about his wife's condition.

"Madam is well, she is resting inside now. Second Young Master, you'll need to wait a bit before you can go in," the maid replied quickly.

"Alright, good!" The young man in white nodded slightly, finally looking at the baby in the maid's arms.

At that moment, the burly elder beside him made a slight motion with his hand, and an invisible wave shot out, causing the baby to appear in his hands out of thin air. He leaned in to look at the baby's little face and couldn't help but laugh. "It's a boy, very good, very good."

Turning his head slightly, the burly elder called out to an old man in a green robe in the distance, "Old Mark, give the order: all midwives who assisted in today's delivery are to be rewarded with five yuan stones each. Also, the sacrificial ceremony is to be suspended and changed to a birthday celebration tomorrow. All farmers and servants in the manor get a day off."

"Congratulations, Master. I'll see to it right away!" the old man in green replied with a smile.

After a while, the young man in white finally said with a smile, "Father, give me the child. I'll take him to see Vera."

"Alright." The elder nodded, then suddenly asked, "Zheng'er, have you chosen a name for the child?"

The young man in white was momentarily taken aback, thought for a moment, then smiled. "Let's call him Henry Johnson!"

……

In an instant, the world spun. Henry Johnson knew that he must have been born.

"Waa! Waa! Waa!"

He tried desperately to open his eyes, but felt dizzy and couldn't help but cry out—just an infant's instinct.

After a while, he finally recovered.

Henry Johnson wanted to see the outside world, but unfortunately, a newborn's eyes had just opened to the world, everything was blurry and indistinct, and he couldn't see far.

"Vera, he looks a lot like you!" A gentle laugh sounded in Henry Johnson's ear, and then a face came close.

At such a close distance, Henry Johnson's eyes turned and finally saw clearly.

It was a man, with heroic brows and sharp eyes, an extraordinary aura, and an indescribable feeling—that sense of blood connection.

"Is this my father in this life? But he looks so young." After being born for a while, Henry Johnson gradually gained control over his new body. With the strength of his current soul, controlling this tiny body wasn't difficult.

"Vera, how are you feeling? Are you alright?" The young man in white sat by the bed, showing concern.

"I'm fine." A gentle voice reached Henry Johnson's ears. "Let me see the child."

In Henry Johnson's field of vision, there appeared a young woman with a smiling face. Her looks were not stunning, but the love and warmth in her eyes moved Henry Johnson slightly.

"My mother?" A trace of warmth flowed through his heart.

"In this life, I took the jade bridge, so it seems I was born into a wealthy family. But the word 'wealthy' is hard to define, and I don't know the specifics of my parents' situation." Henry Johnson pondered silently.

"Vera, we met on Cold Mountain back then, so I want to name our child Henry Johnson!" The young man's gentle voice sounded as he looked at his wife.