In his first life on Earth, Fan Ling was ordinary.
He knew the weight of expectations, the sting of failure, and the endless pressure to become someone he was not. When his life ended, he thought his struggles were over—yet fate had other plans.

Reborn into a world of martial arts, cultivation, Fan Ling found himself once again at the bottom. A second-rate warrior with only a trickle of Qi, overshadowed by his brilliant sister and his legendary father, the Immortal Slayer.

But when an immortal broke free from prison and shattered his clan, Fan Ling’s weakness was laid bare. He could not save his father. He could not protect his sister. He could only run.

Until the system awakened.

It offered him a choice:
Select your difficulty—Easy, Normal, Hard, or Hell.

With nothing left to lose, Fan Ling chose Hell Difficulty.
In an instant, he was teleported into the Tower, where every floor was a trial of blood and willpower. There, he discovered the Dimensional Travel Stone, granting him the power to step into other worlds, to steal their knowledge, and to grow stronger.

But the Tower demanded more than courage. To climb higher, to survive Hell’s trials, and to avenge his clan, Fan Ling would even embrace the forbidden power of demonic energy.

Once ordinary.
Once second-rate.
Now reborn, armed with the system, and driven by revenge—
Fan Ling would climb until the heavens themselves could no longer chain him.

In the prison the cultivator laugh so loud.


"Hahaha! Finally, my seal is broken! These chains can't hold me anymore! I will take revenge on everyone who put me here!"


The iron bars start to bend like they were soft wood. The sound was so scary it echo all over the prison. One guard look too close and then… his head explode. Blood splash and the body drop on the ground like a doll.


The other guard panic. He scream and run, his legs shaking.


The cultivator just smile. "Yes, run. Report to your captain. Tell him I'm free." Then he rise in the air, the broken chains hanging. He laugh like thunder. "Let's see how long this city can survive."


At the clan hall everyone was happy, drinking, laughing. The celebration was full of joy. Then the door open hard. A guard rush inside. His face pale.


"Captain! The cultivator… he escaped!" His words tremble.


The clan leader stand from his seat. His eyes were serious. "Everyone hide! Guards, find my son and daughter! Take them to the forest. Now!"


"Father! I will help you! I don't care if it's an immortal. I will fight!"


"Idiot!" My father's voice was like a whip. "Do you think immortals are easy to beat? Go find your brother and sister! Escape through the back door, into the forest! Run! Just run!"


I freeze, but my heart hurt from his words.


Later I was alone in my room, still training. I swing my sword over and over. My arms hurt, my body scream, sweat soak all my clothes. Still I don't stop. I don't want to be weak.


Before I can answer, the mansion shake. A loud explosion blast through. Dust and fire cover the place.


I turn. My father was in the hands of the cultivator. He hold his neck like it was nothing.


"So… you are the Immortal Slayer?" the cultivator said with a smile that was not human. "How weak. How pitiful. You dare to imprison me before? For what? Mortal gains?"


His eyes shine with power. "You don't even realize who you offended."


I want to shout, but my sister pull me. "Fan, we must go! Now!"


He drag me out, into the dark forest. My heart beat so hard I couldn't think. I look back. The mansion was burning, fire rising to the sky. My father was still in that monster's hand.


Why… why is this happening to our clan?


Chapter 7 - destruction