Incarnation Of The Overlord

Chapter 02

Song Lin hurried toward the mountain.

Since he had become crippled, everyone who had once treated him kindly slowly distanced themselves from him. Even at a critical moment like this, none of them offered help. It was as if the world itself was mocking the painful lives of Song Lin and Song Que. He pleaded to the sky above him and sobbed in prayer to the earth beneath his feet, hoping that a miracle would come to fulfill his son’s destiny and turn misfortune into fortune.

Aaaaaargh!!!

A loud scream could be heard by Song Lin, who had now reached the foot of the mountain. The mountain stood two hundred meters high. Although he still possessed Spiritual power, it was impossible for him to leap to such a height—especially since he had no legs to generate the force needed for a jump. It was a pity that he could not fly.

The energy of Heaven and Earth in that place was indeed scarce, so not many people were able to cultivate.

It must be known that cultivation in that world was divided into six levels, and each level was further divided into four stages: the initial stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak stage.

The cultivation levels from lowest to highest were as follows:

The Black Level was the most basic, where someone had just begun training. Generally, by the age of five, a person could already begin cultivating and sensing the energy of Heaven and Earth. The second level was the Fighter Level, followed by the Energy Core Level, Earth King Level, Sky King Level, and finally the Sacred Level.

In the past, Song Lin had been the protector of Song Village. He was appointed as the Patriarch of the village because the strength he had achieved was the best among them all. Since adulthood and after his marriage, he had occupied that highest position and truly devoted himself to the village.

But what about now?

Pain was indeed necessary to understand who truly cared and who did not. Now he understood clearly. With his strength having declined and his legs no longer functioning, none of the villagers cared about him anymore. He regretted ever being their guardian and protector. He had even been injured because he refused to let invaders take the village, and he had fought them with all his strength to defend it.

But what the villagers did not know was that those invaders were actually part of the Ancient Wushi Clan searching for a weapon left behind by the former Emperor.

Before his departure, Wu Xiao Shi had left a legacy for his descendants. It consisted of two swords known as the Qilin Scale Sword and the Yin Yang Sword.

Those two treasures became the cause of conflict and the beginning of the downfall of the Wushi Clan. Everyone was searching for them because the two treasures had become historical symbols of the Empire in facing calamity.

No one knew what he had been thinking at that time. But one thing was certain—over thousands of years, only one sword had ever appeared within the residence of the Wushi Clan: the Yin Yang Sword. Meanwhile, the Qilin Scale Sword seemed to have vanished from the world, as if it had never existed.

Every descendant of the Wushi Clan was hunted down by the Ancient Wushi Clan, which now possessed its own government. The great empire had been divided into four parts. Although it was no longer as vast as before, the Wushi Clan still dominated the region that had been agreed upon as the southern part of the Shentu Continent, known as the Wushi Empire.

… …

Song Que was still lying on the ground, with black energy wrapping around his body perfectly. The internal injury in his chest and the fragments of his broken ribs that had pierced his heart were being repaired by that black energy.

“Hey, boy. It’s not your time to die yet. Wake up!”

Within his subconscious, Song Que, who had been unconscious, suddenly became aware. Those words were like a splash of water thrown onto his face, instantly waking him up.

A voice.

The voice could be heard, but its form could not be seen. There was only darkness before his eyes, without even a trace of light.

“I will give you power. Take revenge and conquer the world with unstoppable ambition!”

“Hah! Power? Is that possible? Who are you? You exist, yet it feels as if you don’t,” Song Que searched around and tried to sharpen his sight and hearing, but there was only a voice and no visible figure. “I will not easily believe something I cannot feel or see!”

Although Song Que had been born into misery, he was not mentally weak. He was quite intelligent because he often read the cultivation books in his father’s room, even though they had never helped him awaken any power or feel the energy of Heaven and Earth.

Song Que himself was often confused about what was wrong with him. At one point, his father had invited someone to examine whether there was a defect in his Dantian. But the result stated that his Dantian was not defective—it simply could not store the energy of Heaven and Earth. It was like an empty shell.

It was as if the energy of Heaven and Earth avoided him, as though it hated him.

He wanted so badly to repay all the insults and blows he had received, but what could he do? Those were only dreams and cruel gifts from those who looked down on him. There had never been any gift in his life other than the beatings he was forced to endure.

He smiled bitterly, sinking into sorrow that seemed to snatch away all his dreams as he awakened from the pain in his heart. Even if he had to become a demon, he wanted power—power strong enough to erase the hatred deeply rooted in his blood.

“I will give you power. Do you want power? I will become that power to destroy hatred!”

“Yes. I want power. If you can, oh voice, give me power.”

Swoosh!

A streak of black light shot into Song Que’s head. At that moment, he remained conscious yet completely frozen, motionless in that place.

His body outside…

Not long afterward, the body that had initially been wrapped in black aura began emitting a terror that could not be described with words. The aura formed into a dense black sphere. If someone had seen it at that moment, they might have died from fright.

Flashes of black lightning crackled there, striking the earth without direction.

Then in the next second, the black sphere slowly cracked. In the following moment, that crack became the center of the destruction of the previously solid black sphere. Once it shattered, the dense black sphere quickly evaporated.

A handsome figure could be seen standing there, with completely black eyes. There was no white in his pupils—but that only lasted for a brief moment.

Song Que looked very different now. The black aura from earlier returned into his body, and a vibration appeared in his Dantian.

A change occurred.

Something like a Soul Root, but black in color, appeared there. The moment that Soul Root formed, he broke through into one of the cultivation levels—the Black Level, Initial Stage.

Song Que felt his body becoming extremely light and could even sense energy, although it did not flow rapidly into his body. Still, he was extremely happy with that achievement.

It is never too late for effort, and maximum effort will produce good results.

Now he clenched his fist and walked toward a tree as thick as a basin standing in front of him. Song Que finally released the black energy that had condensed in his fist with a straight, powerful punch.

Baam!

A hole appeared in the middle of the tree the size of his fist. A sense of disbelief filled him.

“Did I really do that?” Song Que smiled happily while looking back and forth between the hole in the tree and his hand.

Then his senses felt an aura approaching. His hearing had also sharpened after gaining cultivation, but he had not yet recognized whose aura it was.

“Oh right… where did those three bastards go? I must punish them!”

Song Que ran down the mountain, jumping around with a bright smile on his face. It was painted with joy, as if he could now grasp the world in his hands.

He moved toward the aura he had sensed. There was a possibility they would meet halfway up the mountain.

And indeed, when Song Que’s vision extended far enough, he could see the silhouette of Song Lin—his father!

“Father! Why is he forcing himself to climb the mountain?”

Song Que accelerated his steps and made a long leap. But since it was the first time he had done such a thing and he had used up too much energy, the energy flow suddenly cut off. It was as if a drought struck his Dantian, leaving his body unable to land perfectly.

Swoosh!

A figure passed in front of Song Lin.

Song Lin was shocked by the speed of the falling figure. He tried to catch it by jumping forward and leaving his crutches behind. He clearly recognized that figure—it was none other than Song Que, his son!