Chapter 1
Hu hu~

The night wind blew past, and the cold air awakened Yuan Duxiu, whose eyes were glazed over and his mind was somewhat blank.

His martial arts had been crippled, but his eyesight remained.

This 'younger brother' of his wasn't just a wrinkled infant; he was clearly a miniature version of an 'old grandpa.'

His Qi and blood were depleted, his muscles and bones withered. There wasn't a trace of vitality that a newborn should have; he was practically on his deathbed.

Yuan Duxiu opened his mouth, emitting an unintelligible sound.

Seeing the 'infant' staring straight at him, he panicked. He wiped his dusty hands over his unclean clothes again and again.

Then he bent down, hooking the overly mature 'younger brother' in his arm.

An Qisheng opened his eyes, looking at Yuan Duxiu and this world. A ripple stirred in the depths of his murky eyes, which seemed to be covered by a thin film:

[Consuming 6,000 points of Daoli]

[Yuan Duxiu (27/895)]

[Original trajectory one: Born in the Wanyang Realm, Tianding Kingdom, Dingtian City. Possesses exceptional talent; already showed promise in martial arts at a young age, meticulously nurtured by his parents and grandfather...]

[Achieved minor success in his youth, becoming arrogant and offending many, eventually causing the destruction of his entire family, bringing death to his parents and friends... In his later years, he traveled the world, honing his martial arts, gradually embarking on a path to compete with heroes from across the land...]

[His life was filled with setbacks, suffering great defeats, repeatedly disheartened yet striving to catch up... Regrettably, he suffered a final defeat at the hands of his nemesis in his later years, ultimately having his 'Hundred Defeats Fate' broken, unable to defy fate and become a king...]

[Bloodline: Primordial Human Race]

[Fate: Hundred Defeats. Since ancient times, those who attain the Dao sever it with a single defeat. Only with this fate can one become a king through a hundred defeats! Note: This fate is destined to bring misfortune to one's parents and a life of hardship. One cannot become a king without a hundred defeats.]

"Hundred Defeats Fate, Primordial Human Race bloodline..."

Watching Yuan Duxiu, who was carrying him with one arm, hopping towards the edge of the burial ground on his one leg, An Qisheng seemed thoughtful.

By observing a single leaf, one can know the coming of autumn. From the fragments of Yuan Duxiu's fate, he could already sense the magnificence of this Wanyang Realm.

Bloodline, fate.

He had never seen these two attributes in anyone he had encountered in the Xuanxing, Jiufu Realm, or the Mortal Dao.

And in fact, the abundance of spiritual Qi in this world was unprecedented for him.

Any 'blessed land' in the Mortal Dao couldn't compare to this rotten burial ground, yet strangely, the spiritual Qi of this world was extremely difficult to absorb.

Although the spiritual Qi of the Mortal Dao was also not easy to absorb, it was far easier compared to this world.

If the spiritual Qi of the Mortal Dao was like sand, wind, or water, then the spiritual Qi of this Wanyang Realm was like refined steel, not only difficult to absorb,

but forcibly absorbing it could even lead to 'Qi deviation'.

'As if suppressed by some kind of invisible Qi...'

An Qisheng felt a bit heavy in his heart.

This situation wasn't natural, it seemed to be man-made...

Yuan Duxiu was moving with great difficulty. The breaks in his arm and leg weren't ordinary disabilities; someone had used a heavy hand to sever his blood vessels and Qi channels. His injuries were so severe that they penetrated his bone marrow, and every movement caused him excruciating pain.

But he gritted his teeth, hopping on his one leg, heading in the opposite direction of Dingtian City.

Dingtian City was no longer a place for him to stand, and those he had offended would certainly not let him go.

He didn't care, but...

Looking down at his 'younger brother's' emaciated face, his heart ached. He gritted his teeth and headed towards the distance.

Escape.

For his younger brother.

......

The weak depend on the strong and the order they establish; this was an unchanging truth in the Wanyang Realm.

Within a few hundred *li* of Dingtian City, there were many towns and villages.

Blue Water Town was one of them.

This town was located on the bank of a large river, with streams of water flowing around it like belts. Nourished by the great river and blessed with nearby mineral deposits, it attracted many people to settle down.

Although it had only been built for two hundred years, it was already quite prosperous.

Shops and taverns lined the streets, and there were even divine weapon workshops emitting waves of heat and shops for exchanging medicinal pills.

This was a world where medicinal pills served as the superior form of currency.

Watching Yuan Duxiu take out his only remaining dark yellow pill and exchange it for more than twenty taels of gold, An Qisheng was somewhat surprised.

It was the first time he had seen a world where medicinal pills were used as currency.

Medicinal pills were meant to aid cultivation, and for them to become currency could only mean that there were many cultivators in this world, more than he could imagine.

Since entering Blue Water City, Yuan Duxiu hadn't said a word. Even after being swindled out of a considerable amount of money by the unscrupulous merchant, he remained silent, only staring coldly through his blood-soaked hair.

The latter couldn't guess his background and didn't dare to offend him too much, so he added a few more silver coins.

Although he was seriously injured, who knew if he had any companions?

After spending some silver coins, he rented a small house in the bustling city center and had someone buy a large amount of supplies.

Only when darkness descended again did he close the door.

"Hu~"

Yuan Duxiu finally exhaled a long breath, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

His injuries had reached their limit, but he had been stubbornly holding on.

Now that he had relaxed, he put down An Qisheng and immediately collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely. Before long, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Hu~

At this moment, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, stood up from the bed, and cautiously moved his hands and feet.

An infant's limbs are weak, and an old man's bones are brittle and soft. Both are the most vulnerable stages in a person's life, and An Qisheng possessed both at this time, making him extremely fragile.

But his divine will was subtle, and the power consumed to control his body was minimal.

Naturally, moving around was no problem.

He got out of bed, found the food that Yuan Duxiu had bought, and ate as he walked.

His movements were very light, but a 'huhu' sound, like a cat purring, came from his small body.

In places invisible to the naked eye, his internal organs were wriggling, slowly digesting the food and replenishing the deficiencies in his body.

"The gestation period for people in this world is very long. This body gestated for more than three years, but it's like a six-month pregnancy on Xuanxing, a premature birth..."

The two worlds were different.

People in the Wanyang Realm didn't gestate for ten months; a full term should be four and a half years. Three years was equivalent to a six-month pregnancy on Xuanxing, so naturally it was considered a premature birth.

A stillborn, and a premature one at that.

Simply stimulating his vitality had drained all the potential of this small body, almost causing him to die of old age on the spot.

Naturally, he needed to replenish it slowly.

"This, where is this place?"

At this moment, a voice like a dream awakening sounded in An Qisheng's heart.

It was none other than the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child.

This blue-skinned little monster had no intelligence of its own; it was a data, an information life form. Because it had no substantial body, it followed him into the Great Thousand Dream like the All-Requests-Granted Altar and the Kingship Sword.

However, the moment it entered the dream, this blue-skinned little monster seemed to have feigned death until it woke up at this moment.

"Wanyang Realm."

An Qisheng replied calmly.

"You, how could you cross the universe? No, that's not right, how did you become like this?"

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child seemed to be observing the outside world. Sensing An Qisheng's state, it was immediately startled.

Infant?

Old man?

A little old man half a foot tall?

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child's mind was filled with strangeness, and it couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Dreaming."

An Qisheng slowly moved his old arms and legs, leisurely answering.

His heart was very calm. The amount of power didn't bother him, nor did he feel any sense of loss. Silently, his state of mind improved again.

"This isn't a dream!"

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child didn't believe it.

It had followed Russell for many years and experienced countless nightmares from the descendants of the Nightmare Hydra. It was most familiar with dreams.

Even if a dream was realistic, it couldn't see through it, but it could sense something.

This wasn't a dream at all!

"You'll know later."

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and clusters of spiritual imprints appeared in his field of vision: "This world is a bit special. For the time being, you can't come out. First, help me sort out these spiritual imprints."

Blue Water Town had a large population. On his way here, he had captured the spiritual imprints of tens of thousands of people in this city.

However, he didn't choose to examine them one by one himself but had the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child sort them out.

Lao Dan's warning was still fresh in his ears, and he certainly wouldn't forget it.

He would still use dream entry, but he had to be cautious. The subtle influence of spiritual information was extremely terrifying. If it weren't for his strong mind, anyone else who had accepted the life experiences of thousands of people would have suffered mental breakdowns tens of thousands of times over.

"So many information clusters?"

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child was pleasantly surprised.

It was an information wizard, living on and evolving through information.

Therefore, every different piece of information was a feast for it!

This was the reason why its race pursued civilization.

Buzz~

With a cry of surprise, it had already transformed into a stream of light and rushed into the many spiritual imprints.

"A completely different civilization's aura. This is a true civilization's aura. Longevity species. This civilization has many longevity species!"

"Writing? Language? Humanities? History? Pills? Divine weapons?"

"So many, so many..."

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child, swimming in countless spiritual imprints, exclaimed repeatedly, as if it had discovered a new continent, so excited that it forgot An Qisheng's existence.

A brand new civilization with countless pieces of information was of great significance to it.

Blocking out the blue-skinned little monster's babbling,

An Qisheng slowly ate his food, relaxing his body. Soon, the food that Yuan Duxiu had prepared for three days, ten times An Qisheng's current volume, was all eaten by him.

By this time, it was already late at night.

"Hu~"

Breathing out a long stream of turbid air, feeling the long-lost sensation of impurities being purged,

An Qisheng went back to bed and slowly closed his eyes.

......

Hu~

Yuan Duxiu suddenly opened his eyes, sweating profusely. He looked at the bed and, seeing An Qisheng, heaved a long sigh of relief, returning from his nightmare.

But with a casual glance, he noticed that the many foods he had bought were gone.

Robbed?

......

Buzz~

On the empty Reincarnation Blessed Land Plaza, An Qisheng landed in front of the All-Requests-Granted Altar, sitting cross-legged in front of the light gate.

He began to polish his spiritual imprint, or rather, the 'spiritual template' that Su Jie spoke of.

The physique affects the spirit, and the spirit interferes with the physique.

A strong spirit may not have a strong physique, but a strong physique will inevitably have a strong spirit.

An Qisheng's divine flower had bloomed, and his divine will was extremely powerful, so naturally, he wouldn't fabricate his spirit.

But Su Jie's insights were also very important to him.

He cultivated the Taiji Dao, with the Taiji Body God as the foundation and the Taiji Divine Court God Investiture List as the main framework. The importance of the various gods within it to him was self-evident.

But the birth of any 'god' was not a simple matter.

Even if he had experienced the Xuanxing, Jiufu Realm, and Mortal Dao, it wouldn't be enough to naturally evolve 365 complete 'gods'.

This wasn't limited by the amount of power or the size of the Qi field, but because if a person had no god, they would be foolish, and if a 'god' had no spirit, it would be nothing.

Therefore, when he sensed Su Jie's understanding of the 'spiritual template', he said that it was a genius idea.

Because for him, it also had great inspiration, even... a touch!

Buzz~

With a thought from An Qisheng, it was as if an infinitely large and brilliant divine court appeared before his eyes, with the shadows of many gods flickering in the various divine halls.

"Heart Ape..."

An Qisheng murmured.

In that towering divine court, there was a monkey as brilliant as a meteor, leaping into the sky, tearing through the boundless void like a shooting star.

It knelt respectfully before him.

He inherited the study of the mind, and the initial founder was Wang Yangming, who valued the heart.

The Heart Ape represented the heart, and it was a manifestation of his heart and spirit. If one couldn't even control their heart, what was there to talk about cultivating the Dao?

Hu~

An Qisheng slowly extended his hand, his five fingers spreading out and landing on the rebellious and proud head of the Heart Ape, gently chanting:

"Spiritual root nurtures the source of the flow, heart nature cultivates and upholds the Dao of life..."