The Secret of The Demonic Artifact

The Discovery of the Legacy – Part I

Rong Tian fell onto a thick mound of sand at the bottom of the Abyss of Suffering, his body creating a deep impression in the shifting dunes. The sand was cold against his torn robes, each grain feeling like tiny needles against his bruised skin.

This was an unexpected stroke of luck, as the sand pile had saved him from certain death, or at least from fatal fractures. The desert wind howled above the cliff edges, carrying with it the scent of ancient bones buried beneath countless layers of time.

However, the sharp pain in his stomach quickly reminded him that he was still trapped in endless suffering. His dantian throbbed with agony where his cultivation core had been shattered, the spiritual pathways torn like silk threads ripped by cruel hands.

With his body covered in wounds that painted crimson patterns across his scholarly attire, he crawled weakly, trying to gather the last remnants of his strength. The moonlight cast eerie shadows across the sandy floor, illuminating the despe