Chapter 1: Reborn as a Youth After Falling Off a Cliff
"There are human tribes to the north of the mountain." A fog spirit gazed towards the northern side of Mount Wanren, its eyes flickering with a ghostly light as it shouted sternly
Subconsciously lowering his head, Qin Mo's eyes widened in shock. What he saw was not a gray robe, but a tattered and bloodstained blue outfit, which was the attire of the Qin family's third generation disciples
Turning back to glare at the three clans charging towards him, Qin Mo's expression was indifferent as he leaped off the sheer cliff.
Feng Town, located at the westernmost edge of the Heavenly Kingdom, is situated beside the Abyssal Forest and built against the towering mountains. In the vast Ancient Abyssal Continent, there are countless small towns, like the sands of the Eternal Sea, and Feng Town is merely one of them
Battle Saint Body
The human race is our mortal enemy among the three races! Upon encountering humans, they must be killed without mercy! That object is a divine artifact of the world and must never fall into the hands of the human race
While hunting in the Wànrèn Mountains, he was ambushed and severely injured by members of another branch of his family, and was thrown down the cliff of the Wànrèn Mountains, falling into a cave. Although he survived this calamity, his dantian was shattered, all four limbs were severed, and the majority of the meridians in his body were ruptured.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Annihilate the hidden human race in the Wanren Mountain.
A lifetime of memories surged like the tide, swirling and echoing in his mind. Suddenly, a terrifying scream broke through Qin Mo's thoughts
Am I dead
Heaven, how unjust you are! Why, in my twilight years, do you allow me to know that I possess the body of a battle saint, and also reveal to me the method to unlock my body...
But how does one survive like this
Dong Dong ... ...
Moreover, deeply engraved in his mind is an unnamed mantra that can break the curse of the Battle Saint Body, a method for rebirth and transformation
At the age of 20
At the peak of the mountain in the dead of night, the cold is extreme. Qin Mo's white hair is covered with frost, and his eyes hold a sense of indifference, as if he has seen through the vicissitudes of life. His aged face, though marked by fatigue, still reveals the slanting, sword-like brows that hint at the elegance and charm he possessed in his youth
On a rock on the northern cliff, Qin Mo, clad in a gray robe and with white hair, sat cross-legged, listening to the chilling cries that echoed from afar. His expression was calm, devoid of sorrow or joy.
A group of terrifying figures darted swiftly towards the northern face of Mount Wanren.
However, it was unexpected that not long after, in the ruins of Fen Town, Qin Mo was once again inexplicably besieged by the three clans, fleeing to the summit of Mount Wanren.
As time passes, the halo of genius dims, and he endures the ridicule of others
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The Bone Clan, the Ghost Clan, and the Demon Clan have wreaked havoc on the Ancient You Continent for 30 years, resulting in the slaughter of hundreds of millions of the Human Clan. It is infuriating! I, Qin Mo, am merely a 'mediocre person,' having achieved nothing in 60 years, and I am unable to even protect the ruins of my hometown. " Qin Mo clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flickering with the light of hatred, his body trembling, and his breathing becoming rapid.
The Qin family experienced a change, leading to a conflict between one branch of the family and another. Qin Mo inevitably became embroiled in the situation
He, he, he ... ...
The thought first flashed through his mind, yet the excruciating pain piercing through his body revealed a fact to him: he was still alive, just as he had been at the age of 14, falling from the same place off the cliff, once again fortunate to survive
In the sky, there is a stunningly beautiful woman, marked by a scarlet phoenix on her forehead, wielding a three-zhang jade spear, her imposing presence shaking the heavens. In the end, her delicate body bathed in blood, she led him away from the brink of despair
The clear pool of water reflects a face covered in blood, yet it is still possible to distinctly recognize that this is the visage of a young boy
Qin Mo spent a full 30 years, enduring countless hardships, crossing the treacherous Black Blood Desert barefoot, and finally arriving at the foot of Mitian Mountain. He earnestly pleaded with the Emperor Soul to activate the mysterious Heavenly Mirror that knows all things, wishing to exchange his life for the life of his beloved child.
14 years old, have I returned to being 14 years old...
Even more shocking, this is clearly the body of a young boy
Is it possible that ... ...
To the north of Mount Wanren lies a sheer cliff, with steep walls; should an ordinary person fall from this precipice, they would undoubtedly be shattered to pieces
Qin Mo's face twisted, appearing both joyful and sorrowful, both smiling and crying. In his past life, during countless midnight reveries, he had often fantasized about returning to this moment of his youth.
In the distance, the shadows of a group of fog spirits emerged, followed by the skeletal soldiers of the Bone Clan and the serpent demons of the Demon Clan, rushing towards Qin Mo.
Born into one of the three prominent families of Fenzhen, the Qin family, Qin Mo is the grandson of the family head, Qin Zhengxing. From a young age, he has displayed extraordinary talent in cultivation, earning recognition as a martial arts genius in Fenzhen
At the age of 60
At the age of 30
Lying on the ground and gazing at the pool ahead, Qin Mo gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and desperately moved his body, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground, finally crawling to the water beside the pool in the center of the cave
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In the Xuantian Mirror, it indicates the method to activate the Battle Saint Body. However, the condition for implementing this method must be fulfilled before the age of 16 for it to be effective
At the age of 14
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Lying by the edge of the pool, Qin Mo curled his body up, a piercing pain spreading throughout him, as if a flame were burning in his chest, making him want to howl at the sky, but what escaped his lips was a weak, hoarse sound
This is the appearance of Qin Mo at the age of 14
In the frigid, mist-laden mountains and forests, terrifying figures dart about. There are skeletal soldiers of the Bone Clan, their white bones stark and moving with incredible speed. Groups of fog spirits from the Ghost Clan swirl around, their forms resembling mist as they howl and screech. Additionally, there are serpent demons from the Demon Clan, possessing human heads and serpent bodies, their appearances alluring and enchanting, yet they spit forth long letters from their mouths
Tick tock
Unfortunately, Qin Mo is already 60 years old, having long surpassed the age of 16, leaving only helplessness.
Such a peerless individual has fallen in love with their own mediocre self, leading to flaws in the sword soul, ultimately resulting in a decade-long sword calamity, vanishing between heaven and earth
At the summit of Amitabha Mountain, the Xuantian Mirror was activated. Qin Mo did not discover the method to resurrect his beloved, yet he became aware of the mystery of his own body
Qin Mo's body trembled as he attempted to stand up, but he stumbled and fell forward to the ground. It was then that he realized the severity of his injuries; all four limbs were broken, his dantian was damaged, and more than half of his meridians were severed, resembling the injuries he sustained at the age of 14 when he was ambushed and fell off a cliff
I am the most useless waste of the Qin family, why does fate mock me so, allowing me to survive until now
Xiao Xuechen of the Xiao family, born with the soul of a sword, moves the heavens with a three-foot blade, a beauty that captivates the world, a celestial being within the sword
In front of the Qinglian Mountain ruins, geniuses from various ethnic groups compete fiercely for treasures. Qin Mo survives amidst the chaos and, by a stroke of luck, saves an unparalleled swordsman
At the age of 6, he cultivated his true energy to the ninth level of a martial apprentice, breaking the century-old record of Fenzhen and earning the title of the greatest genius of Fenzhen. However, after that, misfortune struck; for reasons unknown, Qin Mo's cultivation stagnated from that point on, making it increasingly difficult for him to make any progress.
In the midst of the swirling snowstorm, Qin Mo held the gradually cooling body of his beloved, spitting blood from his mouth, his heart filled with profound pain
The howling wind roared past his ears, nearly suffocating Qin Mo, as images flashed through his mind—his grandfather, his younger sister, and the breathtaking visage of his lifelong beloved...
Leave no one behind! We must find that object, it is certainly on someone from the human race
Moved by Qin Mo's sincerity, the Emperor's Soul ultimately agreed to his request
As early winter arrives, the cold air in the deep night of Mount Wanren is extremely heavy, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of frost
This cave
"Ink, do not feel guilty, being with you, I have no regrets in this life." Before the beauty fades away, she smiles sweetly, her fragrance dissipates and her beauty perishes.
"Yongren" is the term used in the Ancient Ghost Continent to refer to the useless.
I never expected that my life, Qin Mo, would be so fraught with difficulties, ultimately leading to my death in this place. Qin Mo sighed inwardly and stood up.
After the incident, Grandfather Qin Huaizhong exerted all his efforts to provide treatment, but the dantian and meridians could not be restored, and thus Qin Mo became a "mediocre person"
Qin Mo's eyes widened; he was so familiar with the surroundings. This place was clearly the cave where he had fallen from the cliff at the age of 14, enduring three days and three nights of torment.
The Battle Saint Body, it is said that in ancient times, those who possessed this physique became unparalleled strong beings, invincible in all directions. However, later on, the world underwent tremendous changes, and those with the Battle Saint Body seemed to be cursed by the heavens, with their cultivation stalling at Martial Disciple Nine Stars, making it increasingly difficult to advance further
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Originally a useless person, now severely injured again, it is just adding waste to waste
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Gazing at the faintly discernible town in the distance, that is the ruins of Fen Town. Qin Mo's emotions surged as he recalled the tumultuous experiences of his 60 years of life, with various past events rising to his mind like wisps of smoke.
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Facing the biting mountain wind, Qin Mo roared incessantly, and then everything went dark as he lost consciousness
In the ancient and mysterious continent, chaos arises repeatedly, as the Demon Clan, Ghost Clan, and Bone Clan unite, leading to conflict among the three factions. The continent is engulfed in war, posing a grave threat to the Human Clan, while Qin Mo finds himself fleeing for his life.
On that night, the Qinglian Mountain of the Ancient You Continent collapsed, the sky was torn apart, and a giant hand descended, its ferocity akin to that of a prison. The mountains crumbled and the earth split, half of the territory of the Zhen Tian Kingdom was utterly destroyed, and the city of Fen Zhen was also consumed in the raging black flames.
Once again, a crisp sound of dripping water startled Qin Mo awake from his chaotic thoughts. He opened his eyes and found himself in a cave, leaning against the wall. In the center of the cave, the ground was sunken, and water droplets continuously fell from the ceiling, forming a small pool.
"Brother Mo, if you were not a useless person, and could stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Xiao to save the family from peril, how wonderful that would be." The woman, with tears in her eyes, floated away.
Wherever these monsters pass, there are countless severed limbs and broken bodies surrounding them, with rivers of blood, all belonging to the human race.
Qin Mo knelt among the mountains, filled with sorrow in his heart, and let out a fierce howl towards the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth
The crisp sound of water droplets echoed softly in his ears, and Qin Mo felt a splitting headache. Every inch of his flesh and every bone in his body felt as if they were being pulled apart by blades. This excruciating pain, akin to being sliced by a thousand knives, made him want to roar out.
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Tick tock
The northern cliff of Mount Wanren is precisely the place where Qin Mo, at the age of 14, fell victim to a plot by members of his own family
Now, this scene has become a reality
Subsequently, the mysterious Xuantian Mirror traversed space, sending Qin Mo back to Fenzhen, where he harbored deep resentment, preparing to conclude his remaining days in his hometown