Bamboo forest in the mountains, gentle breeze rippling.

A youth about fifteen or sixteen years old, slightly opened his eyes, rubbing them somewhat confusedly.

The youth had no name, no surname, no father, no mother, and was raised from childhood by a blind fortune teller.

The blind fortune teller said he was a deity reincarnated, and would definitely become a great figure in the future.

The youth scoffed at this.

He didn't believe that a deity would be willing to reincarnate as an unwanted bastard.

Although the blind fortune teller didn't give the youth great wealth, he taught him martial arts, allowing him to kill a fierce tiger with one punch by his teens.

Later, the blind fortune teller died of illness, and the youth felt that he probably wouldn't have any more relatives.

Then, the youth saw her.

He saw the blood on her body, the blood stains on her face, and her look of despair.

Behind her were people hunting her down.

For some reason, seeing the young girl's clear eyes despite the blood covering her face, he instinctively took action.

In the end.

The youth, covered in wounds, came before the girl and extended his hand.

"What's your name?"

"My name is... Xiao Zhiyuan," the girl replied timidly.

"Then come with me," the youth said casually as he took the girl's hand.

The girl held on tightly, not letting go.

This companionship lasted three years.

During these three years, the girl faced countless assassination attempts, and the youth protected her from them all.

The youth grew stronger, but the wounds on his body also increased.

Three years later.

A group of people found the girl and wanted to take her away.

The youth watched silently, saying nothing.

At their parting, the girl threw herself into the youth's arms and kissed his face.

"I will come back for you. Xiao Zhiyuan will become very powerful, so powerful that you'll never be hurt again," the girl promised solemnly.

She placed a sachet against the youth's chest, over his heart.

"Never forget me."

She left.

The youth felt hatred, even feeling betrayed.

He took the sachet, wanting to throw it away, but ultimately kept it close to his heart.

Later, the youth met a young nobleman.

A nobleman who had gone hunting in the mountains and was almost eaten by a white tiger with fierce eyes.

He killed the tiger with one punch, while looking at the nobleman with contempt.

"If you're this useless, don't go hunting in the mountains."

"Hello, I am the thirteenth prince of North Liang. Thank you for saving me," the nobleman said with a hearty smile.

From then on, North Liang gained a legend.

A general without a name, who shocked the world in all directions.

Ten years later.

The Purple River Empire attacked the capital of North Liang.

A silent figure like an iron tower, wearing a face mask, stood on the city walls of the capital.

Leading thirty thousand remaining soldiers, swearing to defend the national gate.

The Empress of the Purple River Empire personally led the campaign.

"The ruler of North Liang has already hanged himself, why do you still defend?" someone shouted.

That figure remained indifferently silent.

He only knew that the nobleman who had almost been eaten by the white tiger had now died by his own hanging rope.

But he would fight until the last moment.

The Purple River Empress, her face veiled by pearl curtains.

She looked at the stubborn figure before her, reached out into the void, and held a sword.

"Once North Liang is conquered, no one in the world will be able to hurt us anymore," the Empress murmured in her heart.

Swoosh!

Blood splattered.

The sword in the Purple River Empress's hand pierced through the general's heart.

"Let me see what kind of person this last backbone of North Liang really is."

The Purple River Empress removed the general's mask.

Revealing a familiar face.

"Why..."

"Xiao Zhiyuan, you came. You really did become very powerful..." the general trembled as he took out an object.

It was a blood-stained sachet.

For ten years, it had been kept close to his heart.

The general closed his eyes.

The Purple River Empress's hair disheveled, her heart broken beyond repair.

A sword to her own throat.

Their bodies leaned against each other.

Their spilled blood merged together.

The first life, curtain falls.

...

As the lanterns were first lit.

A handsome servant boy secretly gazed at the beautiful courtesan in the room.

She must be the most beautiful woman in this brothel.

Her name was Li Yuan.

She was not only beautiful in appearance but also in heart.

Unlike other women who schemed against each other.

One day, the servant boy accidentally knocked over a customer's wine cup and was beaten nearly to death.

It was Li Yuan who intervened, embracing the customer, coaxing him to be happy, asking him not to take offense.

The servant boy lowered his head, gritting his teeth.

Late at night, he didn't know where he found the courage, but he found Li Yuan and embraced her, saying, I want to take you away.

Li Yuan smiled and said, alright, when you become the best in the world, take me away then.

The servant boy left.

He met a master and became his disciple.

In three years, he became renowned throughout the land for his swordsmanship.

He returned to the brothel.

The courtesan was gone.

He heard that she had died a month ago in some wealthy household.

Before dying, she had murmured about someone taking her away.

Sword in hand, he massacred that family, all three hundred members, leaving none alive.

He held the courtesan's long-cold body and walked step by step toward the sunset.

The second life, curtain falls.

There were many more stories.

There was a scholar heading to the capital for the imperial examination who met a fox spirit at midnight, human and supernatural beings on different paths.

There was a Taoist disciple who fell in love with a demoness from the Devil Sect, and they died together in the end.

And all these people, without exception, would have one question in their hearts before death.

Who am I?

They didn't know who they were, only feeling as if they had forgotten something.

They only remembered, as if seen in a dream, a blurry figure in white, descending upon the mortal world.

One life after another, seemingly without end.

The fifth life...

The seventh life...

The twentieth life...

The seventy-second life...

Ninety-nine cycles of karmic fate passed.

Until the hundredth life.

He was the eldest son of the world's foremost demon-hunting family.

Extraordinarily handsome in appearance.

But his personality was cold and distant, as if devoid of emotion.

When exterminating demon-kind, he was incredibly ruthless.

But only a few people knew.

He wasn't human.

He was a humanoid weapon passed down from ancient times by the foremost demon-hunting family.

He believed that he would probably never experience emotions like love in his lifetime.

Until he met a peach blossom spirit.

"My name is Tao Yuan."

The little peach spirit smiled charmingly.

He didn't know why he didn't kill her.

Perhaps because that smile was too radiant.

Tao Yuan told him that the outside world was vast, with endless mountains and waters to traverse.

"If you're willing, I can accompany you to see it all," Tao Yuan said with a beautiful smile.

"I am the eldest son of the foremost demon-hunting family," he said.

"I'm not afraid, you're a good person," Tao Yuan said with innocent laughter.

His expression remained unchanged.

But in the center of his brow, an ancient symbol was faintly appearing.

Later, the little peach spirit's identity was exposed.

In the great hall of the foremost demon-hunting family, everyone demanded that he personally kill this little peach spirit.

The little peach spirit lay weak and powerless on the ground, covered in wounds.

Yet she still smiled at him.

Just like when they first met, smiling as brightly as peach blossoms.

"I'm not afraid of death, I only fear not being able to accompany you to see the endless mountains and waters..." Tao Yuan said with a weak smile, her face pale.

He raised his sword.

Hesitating.

To strike.

Or not to strike?

His hand trembled.

At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations host, you have reached the deepest part of the Black Abyss, would you like to check in?"

He responded instinctively.

"Ding, congratulations host, check-in reward: Three Lives Immortal Scripture, Future No-Birth Scripture!"

Boom!

Along with the mechanical sound.

The Past Amitabha Scripture, Present Tathagata Scripture, and Future No-Birth Scripture.

Completely merged into the supreme immortal scripture for cultivating the primordial spirit, the Three Lives Immortal Scripture!

At this moment, his mind instantly cleared.

At the same time, the ancient symbol in his mind released immeasurable light.

It was half of the Chaotic Emperor Talisman, protecting his primordial spirit.

"Hehe, a hundred lives of reincarnation trials, worthy of the Underworld."

His gaze turned cold as he looked at Tao Yuan, who lay weakened and pitifully on the ground.

"Ling Yuan, you probably haven't awakened yet. It seems this divine son has taken the first step."

He brought down his sword, killing the little peach spirit!

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