The torrential downpour was imnse, subrging the entire Holy Mountain in the deluge.
This sudden rain prompted the Inner Sect Disciple to envelop himself with Spiritual Energy, using it to form a barrier that held the rain at bay.
He frowned slightly and said to everyone, "Today’s assessnt will end here. Those who haven’t passed the assessnt should go back for now and co back after the rain stops tomorrow.
Disciples who have passed the assessnt, follow back to the Sect Gate, and I will take you to the place where you will stay."
Despite so dissatisfaction in the hearts of many on the scene, they still retreated down the Holy Mountain with no choice but to accept the situation.
The rest followed the Inner Sect Disciple into the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect, a Sect filled with legendary tales and situated at the core of the Eastern Continent with a lineage that boasted two emperors.
As they entered the sect, everyone began to truly observe the magnificent scenery within sight, towering and massive.
The mountain peaks soared into the clouds, their tops invisible to the eye, while floating lofts in the sky were suspended at the edge of heaven, with purple qi crossing from the east and auspicious clouds enveloping half of the sky.
The storm did not affect the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect; instead, it added a touch of etherealness to the vast sect.
These disciples all ford barriers of Spiritual Energy above their heads, except for Jiang Mochou, who stood unconcerned, letting the downpour engulf him.
His slender figure in the pouring rain seed like a candle fla in a hurricane, as if it might be snuffed out at any mont.
Jiang Mochou rembered very clearly, he was once just an ordinary boy living in a small mountain village.
His mother died shortly after giving birth to him, and his father raised him and his sister alone, enduring hardship.
If life had gone without incident, he would have likely lived a mundane existence before drawing a final punctuation mark at the end of his life through sickness and old age.
Unfortunately, fate is often cruel, and Heaven does not always act as one wishes.
Jiang Mochou rembered; he always rembered very clearly.
It was a spring day in April when the breeze was warm and tender, and the sun’s gentle rays bathed the ground.
A group of n in white robes descended from the sky, and from then on, his life was changed.
His sister was taken away by force, and his father was killed by a palm strike while trying to stop these n.
He was supposed to die as well, but it was only after his sister threatened her own life that those n spared him.
He fled the small mountain village in disgrace, his simple yet warm ho completely destroyed.
...…
His long hair was drenched by the rain, and he could not distinguish between tears and rain on his face.
The Inner Sect Disciple led a group to where the Servant Disciples lived.
This was a barren piece of land, upon which stood densely packed wooden huts.
Jiang Mochou glanced around briefly; there seed to be thousands of these huts.
The Inner Sect Disciple said indifferently, "These wooden huts were built by the previous Servant Disciples.
So are occupied, so are empty, you all can choose among these empty huts.
If there are not enough huts, build your own. I will co tomorrow to assign tasks."
Upon hearing the Inner Sect Disciple’s words, all the Servant Disciples acknowledged in unison.
After the Inner Sect Disciple left, the Servant Disciples also began looking for huts to dwell in.
Since Jiang Mochou was at the Condensing Vein Realm, he was certainly the strongest among those Servant Disciples.
After he found a hut, no one dared to compete with him for it.
Inside the hut was extrely simple with just a bed and a table, and the uniform of a Servant Disciple hung on the wall.
After Jiang Mochou returned to the hut, he lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
...
The rain outside the hut continued to pour down like water thrown from the heavens.
There was no sign of the rain stopping, and with the night’s arrival, one could still hear the "whooshing" sound of the rainfall.
It seed as if the entire world might be subrged.
Jiang Mochou watched the rainstorm outside the window, standing in front of it, silently and intently gazing outward.
The night had no moon nor stars, the sky dreadfully silent.
Jiang Mochou took advantage of the thick night and left the wooden cabin.
The rain poured down in torrents, completely enveloping him in darkness and the storm.
...…
Before , life branched into two straight and smooth paths.
One led to heaven, lacking both scenery and the sun and moon, free of setbacks but also devoid of excitent.
The other was shrouded in fierce flas towards hell, the sky blood-red, the earth laden with suffering, life’s destiny fraught with pessimism.
In my mortal flesh, I waded through the raging fire, enduring the scorch of the crimson blaze and its baking heat.
With the fists in my hands, I shattered the firmant, annihilated hell, and forged a path that belonged to , Jiang Mochou.
......
Having left the dwelling of servant disciples, Jiang Mochou proceeded cautiously through the stormy night, finally arriving at the base of an inconspicuous hill within the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect.
He stood at the foot of the hill, the heavy rain soaking him through.
In his hand, he slowly took out an object resembling a compass, its body azure blue, round in shape, with a pointer inside.
At this mont, the direction of the pointer was exactly at the bottom of the hill.
Jiang Mochou slowly put away the pointer, then took out a shovel from his pocket, hiding a Storage Ring, and began to dig with surging spiritual energy in his hands.
The torrential rain continued to fall as a pit tens of ters deep was excavated at the base of the hill.
It was not until deep into the night that Jiang Mochou stopped.
With trembling hands, he excavated a red bead from the pit.
Afterward, Jiang Mochou leaped out of the pit in a single bound.
His hands trembling, he gazed at the red bead, then slowly took out two more from his pocket.
The mont the three beads collided, they were enveloped in a fiery red glow, like three balls of burning flas rging together.
...
The story seems to return to a long ti ago when the boy fled the village in a sorry state.
He wandered aimlessly, not knowing where to go.
Thinking of revenge, yet what could an ordinary person do against the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, backed by two emperors?
In his confusion, he was chased by a Monster Beast, and in desperation, he had no choice but to jump into the adjacent riverbed.
The river water was clear to the bottom; the Monster Beast roared a few tis by the riverbank and then left.
He thought he had escaped a disaster, only to realize he couldn’t swim.
The swift currents overwheld him, and as his consciousness blurred, he inadvertently entered a hidden cave at the river’s bottom.
There, he obtained the first red bead, as well as the azure blue pointer that could help him find the remaining beads.
Guided by the pointer, he found the second red bead in a concealed Secret Realm.
Guarded by a Formation, though he acquired the bead, he was trapped in the Formation for over two years.
Fortunately, there were abundant supplies inside, so he didn’t have to worry about starving to death.
It wasn’t until two years later when the Formation’s energy was depleted that he was able to leave.
Afterward, following the directions of the Formation, he himself couldn’t believe that the third bead would be within the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect.
"The third Battle Body, the Crimson Fla Emperor Body."
Looking at the three beads rging in his hands, they contained astonishing power.
Jiang Mochou slightly raised his head, his gaze profound as he looked into the distance.
"Mochou, you fear no lack of confidants ahead, for who in this world doesn’t recognise you?"
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