In the bamboo forest among the mountains, a gentle breeze stirred.
A young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them in a daze.
The young man had no name, no surname, no father, and no mother; he was raised by a blind fortune-teller since he was a child.
The blind fortune-teller said that he was a Divine Child Reincarnation and would surely become a Big Shot in the future.
The young man scoffed.
He didn't think a god would be willing to Reincarnate as an unwanted bastard.
Although the blind fortune-teller didn't give the young man great wealth, he taught him martial arts, enabling him to kill a tiger with a single punch by the time he was a teenager.
Later, when the blind fortune-teller died of illness, the young man felt that he would likely never have any more relatives.
Then, the young man saw her.
He saw the bloodstains on her body, her face covered in blood, and a look of despair.
Behind her were the people chasing her.
For some reason, seeing the girl's large, clear eyes, despite being covered in blood, he instinctively took action.
Finally.
The young man, covered in injuries, came before the girl and extended his hand.
"What's your name?"
"My name… is Xiao Zhiyuan," the girl said timidly.
"Then you can follow me," the young man said nonchalantly, taking the girl's hand.
The girl held on tightly, not letting go.
This following lasted for three years.
Over those three years, the girl faced countless assassination attempts, and the young man blocked them all for her.
The young man grew stronger and stronger, but his injuries also accumulated.
Three years later.
A group of people found the girl and wanted to take her away.
The young man watched silently, not saying a word.
At their farewell, the girl threw herself into the young man's arms and kissed his cheek.
"I will come back for you. Xiao Zhiyuan will become very strong, very strong, and never let you get hurt again," the girl vowed solemnly.
She tucked a sachet into the young man's embrace, near his heart.
"Never forget me."
She left.
The young man felt great hatred, even feeling betrayed.
He picked up the sachet, wanting to throw it away, but ultimately put it back in his embrace.
Later, the young man met a Young Master.
A Young Master who had gone hunting in the mountains and was about to be eaten by a striped tiger.
He killed the tiger with one punch, looking at the Young Master with disdain.
"If you're so useless, don't go hunting in the mountains."
"Hello, I am the Thirteenth Third Prince of Beiliang. Thank you, brother, for saving me." The Young Master smiled brightly.
From then on, Beiliang Empire gained a legend.
A general without a name, yet one who shook all directions.
Ten years later.
The Zichuan Empire attacked the capital of Beiliang Empire.
A silent figure, like an iron tower, wearing a face mask, stood atop the capital city wall.
With thirty thousand remaining soldiers, he vowed to defend the national gate.
The Empress of Zichuan Empire personally led the expedition.
"The Lord of Beiliang Empire has already hanged himself. Why do you still hold on?" someone shouted.
The figure remained silent.
He only knew that the Young Master who was almost eaten by a tiger back then had now died by his own noose.
But he would fight until the last moment.
The Empress of Zichuan was veiled by pearl curtains.
She looked at the stubborn figure before her, extended her hand into the Void Realm, and a sword appeared in her grasp.
"Once Beiliang Empire is conquered, no one in this world can harm us anymore," the Empress murmured in her heart.
Pfft!
Blood splattered.
The sword in the Empress of Zichuan's hand pierced through the general's heart.
"Let me see who this last pillar of Beiliang Empire truly is!"
The Empress of Zichuan removed the general's mask.
Revealing a familiar face.
"Why…"
"Ling Yuan, you've come. You really have become very strong…" The general trembled, taking something out.
It was a blood-stained sachet.
For ten years, it had been kept close to his heart.
The general closed his eyes.
The Empress of Zichuan's hair was disheveled, her heart aching to the extreme.
A sword to the throat.
The two bodies leaned against each other.
The splattered blood merged together.
The first life ended.
...
As dusk fell and lights began to illuminate the streets.
A handsome young attendant secretly watched the beautiful courtesan in the room.
She must have been the most beautiful woman in this pleasure house.
Her name was Li Yuan.
She was not only beautiful but also kind-hearted.
Unlike the other women, who were all scheming against each other.
One day, the attendant accidentally knocked over a guest's wine cup and was beaten and kicked by the guest, almost to death.
It was Li Yuan who intervened, embracing the guest and coaxing him to be happy, asking him not to mind it.
The attendant lowered his head, gritting his teeth.
Late at night, he didn't know where he found the courage, but he found Li Yuan, hugged her, and said, "I want to take you away."
Li Yuan smiled and said, "Alright, when you become the strongest in the world, then take me away."
The attendant left.
He met a master and became his Disciple, learning martial arts.
Within three years, he became famous throughout the world with a single sword.
He returned to the pleasure house.
The courtesan was gone.
He heard that a month ago, she had died in the home of a wealthy family.
Before she died, she was still muttering about being taken away.
He carried his sword and massacred that family, three hundred lives, leaving no one alive.
He embraced the courtesan's already cold body and walked step by step towards the sunset.
The second life ended.
There are many more stories.
There was a scholar who went to the capital for the imperial examination and met a fox spirit in the middle of the night, a love between human and demon, destined to be separate.
There was a Dao Sect Disciple who fell in love with a Demon Sect demoness and eventually died for love.
And all these people, without exception, would have a question in their hearts before they died.
Who am I?
They didn't know who they were, only feeling that they seemed to have forgotten something.
They only remembered that, as if in a dream, they had seen a blurry figure in white, descending upon the mortal realm.
Reincarnation after Reincarnation, seemingly without end.
The fifth life…
The seventh life…
The twentieth life…
The seventy-second life…
Ninety-nine lives of Reincarnation and karmic debt passed.
Until the one hundredth life.
He was the Eldest Young Master of the foremost demon-exterminating family in the world.
His appearance was exceptionally handsome.
But his personality was cold and aloof, as if he had no emotions.
His methods for exterminating demons were incredibly cruel.
But only a few people knew.
He was not human.
Instead, he was a humanoid Dao soldier passed down from ancient times by the foremost demon-exterminating family.
He believed that he might never experience emotions like love in his entire life.
Until he met a peach demon.
"My name is Tao Yuan."
The little peach demon smiled charmingly and prettily.
He didn't know why he didn't kill her.
Perhaps it was because that smile was too radiant.
Tao Yuan told him that the outside world was vast, with endless mountains and rivers to explore.
"If you're willing, I can accompany you to see them," Tao Yuan said with a sweet smile.
"I am the Eldest Young Master of the foremost demon-exterminating family," he said.
"I'm not afraid, you are a good person," Tao Yuan said with an innocent smile.
He remained expressionless.
However, between his eyebrows, an ancient talisman was faintly and slowly manifesting.
Later, the matter of the little peach demon was exposed.
In the main hall of the foremost demon-exterminating family's plaza, everyone demanded that he personally kill the little peach demon.
The little peach demon was weak and powerless, collapsing on the ground, covered in injuries.
And she was still smiling at him.
Just like the first time they met, her smile was as radiant as peach blossoms.
"I'm not afraid of death, only afraid of not being able to accompany you to see the endless mountains and rivers…" Tao Yuan said with a pale face and a weak smile.
He raised the sword in his hand.
Hesitating.
To strike.
Or not to strike?
His hand trembled.
Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Ding, congratulations to Host, you have reached the deepest part of Black Abyss. Do you wish to check-in?"
He subconsciously responded.
"Ding, congratulations to Host, you have checked-in Samsara Immortal Scripture, Future No-Birth Sutra!"
Boom!
Accompanied by the mechanical sound.
The Past Amitabha Sutra, Present World Tathagata Sutra, and Future No-Birth Sutra, the three great scriptures.
Completely underwent Fusion to become the supreme Immortal Scripture for Cultivating the Primordial Spirit, the Samsara Immortal Scripture!
At this moment, his mind instantly became clear.
At the same time, the ancient talisman in his mind released boundless light.
That was half of a Langu Imperial Talisman, protecting his Primordial Spirit.
"Heh heh, a hundred-life Reincarnation test, as expected of the Underworld."
His gaze was cold and eerie as he looked at the weak and pitiful Tao Yuan, who was slumped on the ground.
"Ling Yuan, you probably haven't awakened yet. It seems this Divine Child has taken a step ahead."
He brought his sword down, slaying the little peach demon!