Chapter 1 A Vow

On the mountain peak, bathed in the light of the great sun, the morning chill still lingered. The young man silently gritted his teeth, vowing an oath for life.

But even with such a vow, and however great his ambition, reality remained bleak.

Although the Taiyue Sect was not a top-tier sect in the Dragon蚀界 (Long Shi Jie), it was still a major sect with inheritance from the Upper Realm. He was just a barely qualified outer disciple.

Yu Huatian, on the other hand, was a chosen one, born with the spiritual treasure 'Seven Kill Sword' in his embrace, the chief disciple of the sect leader, the eldest senior brother of the Taiyue Sect.

Upon entering the sect, he was greeted by ten thousand immortals, surrounded by celestial flowers, and escorted by cranes, arriving through the sky. He, however, could only stand in the crowd, silently looking up.

Now, it was rumored that he was qualified to enter the 'Xumi Nine Palaces Formation' to cultivate. He was said to be a Grand cultivator who had achieved the first grade of Dan (elixir).

The distance between him and Yu Huatian was as vast as the sky and the sea, as different as clouds and mud.

The thirty-year agreement was not so much a decision he made, but a desperate measure forced upon him by the extreme circumstances.

"The Xumi Nine Palaces Formation is said to have evolved from the 'Two Instruments Micro Dust Formation' passed down by Yuan Yang Dao Zu. Yu Huatian is cultivating within it. In thirty years, he may even have the possibility of advancing to the 'Yuanying Heaven'..."

The sallow-faced youth sat on the mountaintop, counting the advantages and disadvantages of the two.

In the end, he desperately realized that compared to Yu Huatian, who was like a true dragon, he was just a toad struggling in the mud...

"What should I do?"

Qin Yu murmured to himself, unconsciously clenching his fingers.

Is it true that being born well means being a true dragon, and being born poorly means being a toad?

I don't believe it!

"Croak~"

Suddenly, a croaking sound broke Qin Yu's thoughts.

The fist-sized jade toad 'Green Head' was sticking out its long tongue, rolling up a caterpillar bigger than itself, drool dripping.

"Green Head..."

Qin Yu was stunned for a moment, and a gleam suddenly appeared in his eyes. That's right, he wasn't completely without anything.

He still had an altar, a 'teacher', and a cultivation method passed down by the 'teacher' that didn't belong to this world, but was obviously extremely powerful.

This should be something only he has, something Yu Huatian doesn't, right?

Whoosh~

Qin Yu jumped up, casually picked up the Green Head toad, and flickered down the mountain a few times.

Straight to the Sutra Pavilion!

The mountain gate of the Taiyue Sect was very grand, not built with a mountain body, but encompassing mountains. In fact, these mountains stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, all within the Taiyue Sect's mountain gate.

Although Qin Yu hadn't yet built a spiritual root, he was very quick on his feet. He practiced the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique quite well. When the sun was in the sky, he had already traversed dozens of mountains and arrived at the Sutra Pavilion of the Taiyue Sect.

With mountains as its foundation, the area of the Taiyue Sect was vast, and the location of the Sutra Pavilion was also huge, encompassing a range of mountains.

Moreover, there was no need for anyone to guard it, as the Xumi Nine Palaces Formation could identify identities.

"Taiyue Sutra Land."

Looking at the mountains in the distance, Qin Yu was envious. Yu Huatian could enter any Sutra Pavilion, but he couldn't.

Except for some low-level cultivation methods, he could only enter Miscellaneous News Mountain.

Fortunately, what he needed was just Miscellaneous News Mountain.

Taking a deep breath, amidst the surprised gazes of many passing disciples, Qin Yu stepped into Miscellaneous News Mountain, and once inside, he stayed for several months.

Several months later, he came out with a haggard face.

"If it really works..."

Qin Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

Having received revelations from the altar twice, especially with this little toad having saved him more than once, Qin Yu naturally had a deep understanding of this altar.

The rules for offering sacrifices at this altar were very strange. To make a sacrifice, it had to be unowned and able to be placed into the altar.

But there were exceptions, that is, things that belonged only to oneself, such as one's own magical treasures. There was no need to place them; as long as one agreed, they could be sacrificed.

This mountain, the earth, the sun, the moon, and the spiritual energy were unowned, but he could not place them into the altar. However, he had not been idle during this time.

He used all of his contributions to learn a blood refining technique in the sect!

This method was originally used by those who had not entered the Dao (path) to recognize magical treasures as their own. Later, a master improved it, making it even more strange and even magical.

It was said that it could blood-refine all things and establish connections with all things!

This was already the highest level of technique he could access, even if it was just a fragment.

"If the blood refining technique is as rumored, then..."

Thoughts flashing through Qin Yu's mind, he hurriedly left the Sutra Land and came to the Spirit Beast Garden, reluctantly offering the spiritual rice and elixirs he had accumulated for several months.

He exchanged them for a crane to ride.

Afterward, without the slightest bit of reluctance, he left the Taiyue Sect. His destination was the closest forbidden area to the Taiyue Sect, the Tianyun Forbidden Land!

Legend had it that there were many unowned magical treasures and spiritual materials in the Tianyun Forbidden Land. Perhaps he could obtain what he wanted there.

Although it was a forbidden area, a forbidden area also meant that it was rarely visited.

'If the entire Tianyun Forbidden Land is sacrificed...'

...

Divine intent suspended in the sky.

An Qisheng quietly watched everything. He was like a ghost independent of heaven and earth, able to perceive everything that happened to Qin Yu.

He could see it, but could not set foot in it, nor could he truly affect anything else.

Because what he entered was Qin Yu's dream, not the Dragon蝕界 (Long Shi Jie).

Accurately speaking, this was not just a dream, but a fragment of Qin Yu's destiny.

This was also the first time he had seen someone's destiny so magnificent that it could not even be summarized in words.

He saw Qin Yu's dimness in the Taiyue Mountain, and he saw scene after scene that happened after he left the mountain.

He also saw him surviving near-death experiences again and again in the Tianyun Forbidden Land.

Until he refined the blood refining technique.

He could even see Qin Yu's sacrifices and connections with him again and again.

He personally saw a young man who was pure and kind, who would blush and his heart would race when he glanced at his beloved Senior Sister Bai, who would jump for joy when he saw others connecting his name with Senior Sister Bai’s.

How he gradually became a 'sacrifice maniac', a murderer, and a heretical demon.

Buzz~

As if it was a moment, yet also like ten thousand years, An Qisheng's mind returned.

The last scene he saw was Qin Yu standing tall in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

In the vast world, only he stood alone.

Finally, he suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down the red-haired youth's face.

In front of the youth was the corpse of a pure and beautiful female cultivator...

The saddest thing in life is to love but not be able to obtain it. He pursued it bitterly, but before it even began, it had already ended.

Buzz~

Divine intent returned. On Qian Mountain, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

"At this time, Qin Yu should have refined the blood refining technique and casually found an unremarkable black stone in the forbidden area to try sacrificing?"

Thoughts flashing through his mind, An Qisheng had already discovered which node Qin Yu was at in his life.

At this time, Qin Yu was still a pure and kind youth with many hopes for the future, and whose thoughts were only of Senior Sister Bai.

At that time, Qin Yu could never have imagined what he would see when he left the mountain this time and returned to the mountain...

Of course, his enemies would not have imagined what a terrifying consequence it would be to take away the most precious thing in a young man's heart.

Qin Yu was not the chosen son of destiny in the Dragon蝕界 (Long Shi Jie).

But, a calamity.

The Heavenly Dao wanted to assimilate with the mortal world, but in the end, it was resurrected in the secular world and single-handedly destroyed that great world with its brilliant civilization.

Then, it ascended to the Upper Realm, carrying the power of endless calamities.

Son of Chaos.

Or rather, the 'Son of Entropy'.

He was born from the accumulated qi (energy) of endless calamities from the past in the Dragon蝕界 (Long Shi Jie). He was the embodiment of disorder and chaos, the terminator representing the destruction of the era.

He single-handedly destroyed the Dragon蝕界 (Long Shi Jie) and spread the seeds of destruction throughout the heavens, until he stirred up the flames that burned the heavens and rushed straight to the center of those heavens.

That was a great world with an even more brilliant civilization.

"Mr. Monster?"

San Xin Lan Ling Tong's slightly surprised voice broke An Qisheng's contemplation.

His mind raced, and as the light of the altar had not completely disappeared, he suddenly reached out and smashed the 'Taiji Qiankun Ring', which was branded with his Dao (path) methods, on his wrist into the altar.

Boom!

The altar shook violently!

Then, a riot occurred, and the spiritual rice, magical treasures, and spiritual treasures that had been swallowed by the altar were spat out.

An Qisheng's movements were too fast, almost completed at the moment the altar's light disappeared.

San Xin Lan Ling Tong, who was the only one who saw this scene, was immediately shocked:

"Mr. Monster, you?"

Several years had passed since the attack of the Divine Sense. In these years, the most An Qisheng had done was to refine this 'Taiji Qiankun Ring', which had the potential to advance to a supreme treasure.

It was only a few days ago that he had infused his own principles and Dao (path) rhyme into it, but he never expected that it would be thrown into the altar.

"The Taiji Qiankun Ring will not be my treasure for achieving the Dao (path)."

An Qisheng casually suppressed the scattered magical treasures and spiritual rice, stared at the altar, and responded indifferently to the blue-skinned little monster's astonishment:

"I accepted this treasure, but it was only a thought from Wan Guanglong. Although it cannot be said to be dispensable, it will not be too precious."

"But, why do you value that young man so much? He clearly has nothing special about him and is very ordinary."

San Xin Lan Ling Tong was still a little puzzled. This was too strange.

Sun En, who was obviously more intimate, casually threw some books and didn't bother with them, so why would he be so kind to an ordinary teenager who was separated by two worlds and had never met?

Could it be that he had misjudged?

"Ordinary?"

An Qisheng shook his head and laughed:

"Then you are really wrong..."

He closed his eyes slightly, concealing his somewhat dignified gaze.

He believed that there were coincidences in this world, and he also believed that with a large enough base, all coincidences could become inevitable events.

But this was still too coincidental.

Would Yuan Yang coming down to the lower realm also be a coincidence?

...

"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore..."

In the dense forest in the mountains, a miniature altar was emitting a strange red light. Qin Yu was lying on the ground, pale and bloodless.

The green toad squatted on his chest, panting heavily.

At this time, Qin Yu finally understood the biggest drawback of this blood refining technique.

That was blood.

In the nine and a half months, he didn't know how much blood he had lost and how many blood-replenishing herbs he had eaten before he could barely establish a subtle connection with a very ordinary stone.

If it were replaced by a magical treasure or elixir, who knows how much blood it would take?

However, fortunately, it was successful, and Qin Yu's heart was also very excited, and he even looked forward to the response of that 'teacher'.

Buzz~

The red light flickered for only a few moments, and Qin Yu hadn't even evened out his breath when he heard a long and beautiful sound, like the sound of tapping a iron chime.

This sound contained a strange divine power. As the sound waves flowed down, Qin Yu felt that his lost strength had suddenly returned, and the fatigue from bleeding for many days was swept away.

"What is this?"

Qin Yu was pleasantly surprised and excited. He suddenly flipped over and sat up, and saw that the red light on the miniature altar was gushing up, reaching thousands of feet high.

Then, countless spiritual rice was sprayed out by the red light, almost completely submerging the entire mountain forest!

"Can a stone be exchanged for so much spiritual rice?"

Letting the spiritual rice flood over him like a waterfall, Qin Yu was completely stunned.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly felt his head become heavy.

He reached out and touched his head. He didn't know when, but an iron ring had appeared on his head!