The mountain bamboo forest, the gentle breeze swayed.
A boy around fifteen or sixteen years old slightly opened his eyes and rubbed them in a daze.
The boy was naless and had no parents, raised by a blind fortune teller from a young age.
The blind fortune teller said he was the reincarnation of a Divine being and would beco a great person in the future.
The boy scoffed at this.
He couldn’t believe a Divine being would willingly be reborn into an unwanted wild child.
Though the blind fortune teller didn’t give the boy wealth and status, he taught him martial arts, allowing him to crush a ferocious tiger with a punch at a young age.
Later, the blind fortune teller died of illness, and the boy felt he probably wouldn’t have any more family.
Then, the boy saw her.
Saw the bloodstains on her, her face covered in blood, and a face full of despair.
Behind her were those chasing her.
For so reason, seeing the girl covered in blood yet still with clear, bright eyes, he instinctively took action.
In the end.
The boy, with injuries all over, ca to the girl and extended his hand.
"What’s your na?"
"I am... Little Paper Kite," the girl timidly said.
"Then co with ." The boy casually took the girl’s hand.
The girl tightly held on, not letting go.
And so, three years passed.
During those three years, the girl faced countless assassination attempts, and the boy blocked them for her countless tis.
The boy grew stronger, but his injuries multiplied.
Three years later.
A group of people found the girl, wanting to take her away.
The boy silently watched, not uttering a word.
At parting, the girl rushed into the boy’s arms, kissing his face.
"I will co back to find you, Little Paper Kite will beco very strong, very strong, and won’t let you get hurt at all," the girl promised confidently.
She stuffed a sachet into the boy’s heart.
"Never forget ."
She left.
The boy felt very angry, even thinking he was betrayed.
He picked up the sachet, wanting to throw it away, but eventually put it back in his chest.
Later on, the boy t a nobleman.
A nobleman hunting in the mountains, almost eaten by a White Tiger.
He punched the White Tiger to death, and looked at the nobleman with disdain.
"If you’re this useless, don’t go hunting in the mountains."
"Hello, I’m the Thirteenth Prince of Beiliang, thank you, my friend, for saving ," the nobleman said cheerfully.
From then on, Bei Liang Country gained a legend.
A general without a na, who shook the world.
Ten years later.
The Zichuan Empire attacked the Imperial City of Bei Liang Country.
A figure like an iron tower, wearing face armor, stood silently on the city walls.
With thirty thousand remnant soldiers, swore to defend the nation’s gates.
The Empress of Zichuan Empire personally led the expedition.
"The Sovereign of Bei Liang Country has hanged himself, why do you still defend to the death?" soone shouted.
The silhouette remained silent.
He only knew that the nobleman, once almost eaten by a White Tiger, now lay dead from hanging on the rope he himself hung from.
Yet he fought until the last mont.
The Empress of Zichuan Empire covered her face with a curtain of pearls.
She looked at the stubborn figure before her, reached into the void, a sword in her hand.
"Once Bei Liang Country is conquered, no one in this world will harm us again," the Empress murmured to herself.
Splurt!
Blood splattered.
The sword in the hand of the Empress of Zichuan pierced through the general’s heart.
"Let see who is the last backbone of Bei Liang Country,"
The Empress of Zichuan removed the general’s mask.
Revealing a familiar face.
"Why..."
"Little Paper Kite, you’re here, you surely beca strong..." The general, trembling, took sothing out.
It was a blood-stained sachet.
For ten years, it held his heart.
The general closed his eyes.
The Empress of Zichuan’s hair was disheveled, her heart broken.
One swift throat-cutting.
Their corpses leaned against each other.
Blood spilled, rging.
The first life ended.
...
The lanterns first lit.
A handso servant secretly observed the beautiful courtesan in the room.
She should be the most beautiful woman in this brothel.
Her na was Li Yuan.
She was not only beautiful but also kind-hearted.
Unlike other won, each scheming one against another.
One day, the servant accidentally knocked over a guest’s wine cup, and was beaten ruthlessly, almost to death.
Li Yuan intervened, cuddling the guest, soothing him, making him not mind.
The servant lowered his head, gritting his teeth.
Late at night, he didn’t know where he got the courage, found Li Yuan, and boldly said, I want to take you away.
Li Yuan smiled and said, sure, when you beco the world’s number one, take away.
The servant left.
He t a master, apprenticed under him, and learned the arts.
In three years, he beca famous with just a sword.
He returned to the brothel.
The courtesan was gone.
Heard others say, a month ago, she died in a wealthy family’s house.
Before her death, she still muttered about being taken away.
He wielded his sword, slaughtered that household, three hundred lives, left no survivors.
He held the now cold body of the courtesan, step by step walked toward the sunset.
The second life ended.
Many stories remain.
A writer rushing for an exam in the capital, encountering a fox spirit at night, humans and demons cannot walk the sa path.
A Dao Sect disciple falling for a Demon Sect witch, finally mutually perishing.
And these people, without exception, would always ask a question in their hearts before dying.
Who am I?
They didn’t know who they were, only felt as if they had forgotten sothing.
They only rembered, as if seeing in a dream, a blurred white figure descending above the mortal world.
Life after life and reincarnation, seemingly endless.
The fifth life...
The seventh life...
The twentieth life...
The seventy-second life...
Ninety-nine lives of reincarnation and bitter fates passed.
Until the hundredth life.
He was the eldest son of the world’s leading Demon Extermination Family.
Extraordinarily handso.
But his deanor was cold and aloof, as if he had no emotion.
Extinguishing demons, extrely ruthless.
But only a few knew.
He was not human.
But the personified Daoist Soldier handed down by the first demon extermination family from ancient tis.
He believed, he would possibly never experience the emotion called love in his life.
Until he t a Peach Blossom Demon.
"My na is Tao Yuan."
Little Peach Demon smiled cherubically.
He didn’t know why he didn’t take action to kill.
Maybe because that smile was too radiant.
Tao Yuan told him, the world outside is vast, endless mountains and rivers.
"If you’re willing, I can accompany you to see them," Tao Yuan smiled gently.
"I’m the eldest son of the first demon extermination family," he said.
"I’m not afraid, you are a good person," Tao Yuan smiled innocently.
He remained expressionless.
But, between his brows, an Ancient Talisman slowly erged.
Later, the incident of the little Peach Demon was exposed.
In the great hall of the first demon extermination family, everyone demanded he personally kill this little Peach Demon.
The little Peach Demon weak, unable, collapsed on the ground.
Yet she still smiled at him.
Just like the first encounter, smiling brightly like peach blossoms.
"I’m not afraid of death, only afraid I can’t accompany you to see the endless mountains and rivers," Tao Yuan’s face was pale, weakly smiled.
He raised his sword.
Hesitating.
To cut.
Or not to cut?
His hand trembled.
Suddenly, a chanical voice echoed in his mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching the deepest of the Black Abyss, would you like to check in?"
He subconsciously answered.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for checking in to the Three Lives Immortal Scripture, Future Non-Birth Scripture!"
Boom!
Accompanied by chanical sounds.
Past Maitreya Scripture, Sutra of the Present World Buddha, Future Non-Birth Scripture, the three major scriptures.
Completely rged into the Supre Immortal Scripture for cultivating the Primordial Spirit, the Three Lives Immortal Scripture!
At this mont, his mind suddenly cleared.
anwhile, the Ancient Talisman in his mind radiated infinite brilliance.
That was half of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman, protecting his Primordial Spirit.
"Haha, the hundred reincarnation trials, worthy of the Underworld."
His gaze cold and eerie, looked at the collapsed, weak, pitiful Peach Yuan.
"Ling Yuan, you probably haven’t awakened yet, it seems I, the Divine Son, must go ahead."
He swung the sword down, slaying the little Peach Demon!
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