Henry Clark was utterly baffled, but since he was already on the Honghuang Continent, he didn’t feel too panicked. He simply reached toward his chest, and when his hand touched his chest, he began to examine himself with a strange look.

He was stark naked—truly stark naked, not even a pair of underwear left, not a single strip of cloth on his body.

“What the—what the hell!?” Henry Clark cried out, but there wasn’t a soul around, so naturally, no one responded.

“Alright, so this watch assigns tasks and even strips off all your clothes. Is this some kind of spy system or what!?”

Henry Clark muttered to himself, focusing his thoughts and reciting a string of numbers and words in his mind—these were his personal network accounts. He waited several seconds, but his vision remained pitch black; nothing appeared, and his thoughts didn’t connect to the Honghuang network.

Only then did Henry Clark realize something was wrong—very, very wrong.

The Honghuang Heavenly Court government had ruled the Honghuang Continent for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. Human civilization was at its peak. Even though the continent was vast beyond measure, humanity had developed at least thirty percent of its land. Even mountains as massive as stars had been leveled and refined by humans. There were dozens of artificial godhead data processors, and the virtual network covered the entire Honghuang. Anyone could access the internet with a single thought—there were no dead zones left. But now, he couldn’t get online at all...

“Could this not be the Honghuang Continent?” Henry Clark felt even more bewildered.

Although there were many planes with the “heaven-round, earth-square” structure, the materials Henry Clark had read in recent days indicated that the more a plane followed this structure, the smaller it actually was.

This involved a lot of technical terminology, but the general idea was that different developmental paths led to different evolutions of a plane. If a plane took the form of a starry universe, it prioritized quantity—countless stars, nearly infinite space, with suns, planets, galaxies, and so on. Such planes tended to be development-focused, making inter-plane communication extremely difficult.

If a plane was composed of many sub-planes—like the human realm, hell realm, underworld, outer sub-planes, energy sub-planes, etc.—then it was usually communication-oriented, with cultural sparks flying from the collision of various civilizations, thus elevating the plane’s status.

If a plane was structured as “heaven-round, earth-square,” it usually had extremely high energy levels—at minimum, a mid-magic plane, but more often a high-magic plane. Civilizations within such a plane would self-strengthen, and it was even possible for near-sage or immortal beings to appear. This was a plane where great power resided within the individual.

This was precisely a “heaven-round, earth-square” world. According to those materials, because it concentrated the quality and quantity of an entire plane—equivalent to a universe—its energy level was so high that mid- and even high-magic planes could appear. But for the same reason, such planes wouldn’t be very large. You wouldn’t see a mountain the size of a star, or a continent as vast as the universe with endless population, as in the Honghuang world. The reason was simple: resource constraints. Aside from the one and only super-magic plane in the multiverse—the Honghuang Continent—there could never be another plane like it.

So this should be the Honghuang Continent.

“This is really strange...” Henry Clark scratched his head, unable to figure it out for the moment. He decided to circulate his true energy and head away from the mountains. But as he did, he suddenly fell with a smack, his face slamming hard into the ground.

Henry Clark got up again, utterly confused. Rubbing the pain on his face, he kept feeling his body, trying to sense the true energy within. After a long, long time, he finally spoke in a tone as if he’d lost fifty billion: “Gone. All gone. Everything’s gone. True energy, gene lock—damn, even the gene lock is gone. I must be dreaming, right!?”

In the months since Henry Clark transmigrated, he’d read countless materials and information, with a particular focus on the gene lock. This was different from cultivation or any other supernatural power; it was a force universally present in all multiversal humans—a power of human bloodlines.

Even in the Earth world, Henry Clark had heard of the gene lock. Of course, it wasn’t called the gene lock there. Earth was a non-magic world, where everything was explained by science. Anything science couldn’t explain was labeled pseudoscience or superstition. The gene lock on Earth was called human potential. For example, when a child was trapped under a car tire, there were cases where a grandmother lifted the entire car. Or, in moments of life and death, some people could suddenly unleash astonishing strength or speed. These were all manifestations of the gene lock, though only at the first level.

But now, Henry Clark could clearly sense that his already-unlocked first-level gene lock had completely vanished. He was just like an ordinary human now—fragile, powerless, good for nothing...

Henry Clark sat there in a daze for a long, long time, until the sky began to turn faintly red, and only then did he come back to his senses.