Inside the dark cave, a pool of blood stood horizontally, shimmering with an eerie red light. Looking around, above the pool, a massive sphere of embryo hovered in the air, throbbing like a human heart. Within the ball of placenta, an infant could be seen curled up in a ball, his eyes were tightly closed. With each breath, visible streams of white energy seeped from his skin. The subtle fluctuations caused ripples to spread through the surrounding blood energy. Connecting to the fleshy mass, crimson veins, resembling coiled dragons and spiderwebs, radiated unparalleled power. The massive veins running through the fleshy mass made it resemble a placenta within a mother's womb. The embryo hovered in the air above the gently flowing pool of blood, its dark red streams of energy constantly expanding and contracting, seemingly without end. As the embryo contracted and swelled, dark red energy flowed out from the meridians, constantly gathering and condensing, finally transforming into

Silence reigned all around. A drop of blood from the tip of Gaiyou Sword fell to the ground, causing Linfen to shudder at the sight. He looked at the people lying haphazardly on the ground, their faces as pale as paper, and the stench of blood made Linfen vomited. He didn't know how long he had vomited; his face was completely bloodless, and waves of dizziness rushed straight to his head. He didn't even know how he got back to his room. After he woke up, the horrifying scene kept replaying in his mind, refusing to leave, and cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead. *** In the open space not far from the thatched hut, Gaiyu, dressed in white, recalled Linfen's expression when he saw that scene, and felt the pent-up emotions in his heart erupt from his chest, making him want to roar to the sky. Suddenly, he drew his sword, a cold glint appearing as a sharp sword aura, mixed with an unparalleled momentum, soared straight into the sky. Afterimages appeared, and profound sword moves

In the blink of an eye, before he could even react, the emerald light shot into his forehead as he had just sheathed his sword. Linfen's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to block it with his hand, but the emerald light disappeared into his forehead without a trace. Linfen's heart turned completely cold, but after waiting for a long time, nothing seemed amiss. Instead, he felt a cool sensation on his forehead, an indescribable comfort. The scene he had just experienced seemed to be deeply etched into his mind, impossible to forget. He shook his head in confusion, his face immediately turning into a frown. He ran towards the thatched hut, eager to get some answers. Just as he reached the door, Gaiyu came out of the hut, carrying what looked like some kind of clothing, which was quite beautiful. "Uncle Gai, just now after I finished practicing my sword, a green light ran into my forehead. What the hell was that thing?!" Linfen complained unhappily. "Are you sur

In the quiet room, Linfen still on the bed, his eyes closed. After an unknown amount of time, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened. Clearly unaccustomed to the light, he squinted sharply, and it took him a while to adjust. When Linfen felt a surge of heat, he frowned, and just as he was about to make a move, a pain pulled him back to reality. "Hah!" Linfen gasped sharply, the sharp pain in his neck making him wince. His injuries seemed quite serious! He couldn't help but grimace, and only then did he have the mind to look around, momentarily stunned. Then he frowned and muttered to himself. "Where am I?" It was a fairly clean room, not luxurious like a wealthy family's, but not as shabby as a poor family's either. There was a bed, a table, and a shelf displaying a few pieces of porcelain, on which a sword sat quietly. Linfen frowned and sat up. Just then, the door opened, and he saw a cute little head peek in. Seeing Linfen staring at her, it instantly shrank bac

The back mountain was quiet, with a bright moon and few stars. In the dead of night, someone was still cultivating so diligently, which stirred Linfen's heart. He categorized that person as one of his own kind, and a feeling of mutual appreciation gradually grew. A sense of curiosity drove him to walk forward. After navigating several bends and pushing aside the branches obstructing his view, a delicate figure suddenly appeared before him. Upon seeing this person, Linfen was shocked. Her slender figure and fiery red dress stood out vividly in the night; it was none other than the little girl who had been bullied on the street during the day. She appeared slightly younger than Linfen, her long, flowing hair appearing even more ethereal against the backdrop of dew that had appeared out of nowhere. Her red robe perfectly accentuated her slender figure. Her exposed hands were as white as jade, and although the daytime wounds had left some red marks on them, they did not detract from th