2025-01-01 16:39:57He was trying to stand up from the pile of leaves arranged like a mattress, feeling and becoming increasingly convinced that he was indeed at the bottom of the ravine when a voice startled him.
"Good! You've come to your senses?" the voice said, making Eadric Rong realize he wasn't alone. The voice echoed, sounding close but as if it came from far away.
Eadric Rong initially thought he was alone at the bottom of this abyss. From feeling shocked, he now felt happy. "S-who is it?"
Silence.
The sound of someone coughing was heard next.
Uhuk!
The coughing sound came from a small crack in the abyss wall. While enduring the pain in his body, Eadric Rong hobbled toward the sound's direction, which was precisely at the cave-shaped rock crevice.
The cave was dark and gloomy, probably due to the lack of sunlight entering it. However, Eadric Rong's eyes quickly adapted, and he could see clearly inside the cave.
Gasp!
An older man sat with his eyes closed. His body was very thin, similar to a living skeleton. His face was pale like a corpse. His clothes looked tattered as if he was half naked. His hair was long and irregular, white like snow.
The overall conclusion is that the man looked very ancient and struck fear into the hearts of those who saw him.
"Run!" That was all Eadric Rong had in mind. The strange appearance of the older man in the cave reminded him of stories about ghosts eating small children. Of course, as an eight-year-old child, Eadric Rong strongly believed in these stories.
Although he lived as an orphan in the Wudang Sect, the stories from the head chef in the sect where he worked were enough to give Eadric Rong an idea of ghosts.
Just as Eadric Rong's feet had taken three quick steps, a long rope suddenly entangled his legs.
"Help!"
Eadric Rong was helpless as his body floated, pulled by the hemp rope, heading towards the older man who looked like a living corpse.
"Don't eat me! I still want to live!" Eadric Rong's scream broke out, sounding like the howl of a small lion.
He struggled to escape from the rope. Unfortunately, his strength was meaningless in front of the older man now in front of Eadric Rong.
"Ghost!" shouted Eadric Rong loudly as the ancient figure opened its eyes, precisely one meter before Eadric Rong.
The eyes were empty, no eyeballs at all. The scarred flesh that looked dried up caused a sense of nausea in Eadric Rong's heart.
At that moment, the old figure suddenly gripped Eadric Rong's neck with a swift and unreasonable motion.
A voice that sounded cold, like a distant voice sent from an ancient and foreign world.
"Tell me, are you a Wudang Sect disciple? Answer incorrectly, and you will die!"
The stranglehold on Eadric Rong's neck felt like the clasp of two daggers, which could cut off his head at any moment, like a kitchen knife slicing vegetables. Cold sweat poured down Eadric Rong's temples. His clothes were instantly drenched in sweat.
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Uncle Wu joined in embracing Rong Tian, trying to comfort him with trembling hands. "Your father is fine, don't worry," he said, though his voice sounded forced and his eyes could not meet Rong Tian's piercing gaze.This dramatic scene did not go unnoticed by the five guards stationed at the Deputy Minister's house. They wore leather armor reinforced with metal studs, their hands resting casually on sword hilts as they observed the reunion.They were newcomers, unfamiliar with Rong Tian's identity or his connection to the household. However, their gazes were unfriendly, as if there was a hidden story that made them suspicious of any unexpected visitors.Rong Tian paid no attention to their hostile stares, his focus solely on the two elderly servants he respected. Their reaction told him that something had changed dramatically during his long absence from the mortal world."I want to see my father. Where is he?" Rong Tian asked firmly, his voice carrying an authority that made the air
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Absolute Victory- Part I.
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Young Soul Stage brings the development of a nascent soul, which functions as a second spiritual body capable of existing independently. Their lifespan becomes even more extended, typically reaching one thousand to two thousand years of life.The Eternal Stage grants cultivators unlimited longevity when they reach this pinnacle of achievement, enabling them to live for ten thousand years or even achieve true immortality. This represents the highest possible achievement in the endless journey toward transcendence of mortality.Within each major stage, there exist five distinct levels of mastery and understanding. These are designated as the initial level, the growth level, the advancement level, the maturation level, and the peak level of achievement.When a cultivator reaches the peak level of any stage, they are prepared to attempt breakthrough and advance to the next stage of cultivation. However, each breakthrough carries the risk of qi deviation and potential death.Rong Tian curr
The Night of the Attack.
The young man sat cross-legged in the dark and damp cave, a place that had long served as his sanctuary in the treacherous Abyss of Suffering. The dim light from the oil lamp flickered against the rough stone walls, casting dancing shadows that moved like restless spirits across the ancient rock formations.Before him lay an old book whose leather cover had been worn smooth by countless years of handling. The musty scent of aged parchment filled the air, mingling with the dampness that clung to every surface of the cave.The book contained the sacred legacy of the demonic cultivation heir, a precious inheritance he had studied with unwavering dedication since discovering this hidden refuge. Each page whispered secrets of power that could either elevate a cultivator to immortality or destroy them completely.Rong Tian flipped through the yellowed pages with reverent care, his keen eyes scanning every word and mystical symbol inscribed there. The candlelight illuminated his focused expr
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