Chapter 1: The Mysterious Realm of Xuantian

The young man carefully examined his body and said with a wry smile, "Heaven, are you playing with me? A lightning bolt as thick as a bowl didn't strike me, Yang Yifeng, dead? Is it that I, Yang Yifeng, have a strong fate, or have you not yet tormented me enough?"

Eat or not eat? Yang Yifeng thought for a moment and then unhesitatingly picked the fruit, devouring it ravenously without wasting a single bit. Whether it was poisonous or not made no difference to Yang Yifeng, as he had yet to emerge from the despair he had previously felt.

In the mist-shrouded clearing, a few dead trees are scattered here and there, and on the ground covered with withered leaves lies a young man dressed in a suit and tie. The surroundings are vast and extremely quiet

In the swirling mist, a red light enveloped Yang Yifeng. It grew brighter, and the radiance continuously changed colors: red, yellow, blue, green, gold, white, black, and finally transformed into a spectrum of colors. Yang Yifeng was completely unaware of all this. He did not realize how fortunate he was; that "apple" was a spiritual root formed since the beginning of time. However, this spiritual root was extremely domineering, absorbing all the spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth as its fertilizer, resulting in only one fruit on a large fruit tree. It was even more precious and powerful than the legendary ginseng fruit. Yang Yifeng remained oblivious to his extraordinary luck; that "apple" was a spiritual root formed since the beginning of time, and it was indeed very domineering, absorbing all the spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth as its fertilizer, yielding only one fruit on a large fruit tree. It was more precious and formidable than the legendary ginseng fruit. After all, while the ginseng fruit tree was also a spiritual root and had miraculous effects, could it compare to this?

In the following days, Yang Yifeng wandered around and explored the books, only to find that he could not escape, as he could not find a direction; the only place he could find direction was that stone cave. On this day, Yang Yifeng returned as usual, lying down on the stone bed, contemplating that this stone cave must have been left by some predecessor. This place was certainly not the 21st century, and it was even more certain that it was not Earth. He must have been struck here by that bolt of lightning. Yang Yifeng could not discern exactly where he was, but since he had relived this life, the current Yang Yifeng remained unchanged from the past. This place was definitely not the 21st century, and it was even more certain that it was not Earth. He must have been struck here by that bolt of lightning. Yang Yifeng could not discern exactly where he was, but since he had relived this life, the current Yang Yifeng remained unchanged from the past, yet the events of the past felt like a distant memory to him. They did not affect his current state of mind in the slightest.

Then Yang Yifeng immersed himself madly in his studies and his relationship with Lin Zhenzhen, followed by entrepreneurship, the joy of marriage, and the sense of achievement from success. This was followed by the blow of having nothing. Finally, he witnessed the embrace of his beloved and his elder brother, a pain that felt like a heart-wrenching rupture. ... Yang Yifeng observed his life with a cold gaze, and then his mind went blank ...

Seeing the bright red "apple" and smelling its fragrant aroma, Yang Yifeng's stomach unexpectedly growled.

Ah, I really want to leave this place and go out to see the world!" Yang Yifeng said to himself, lying on the stone bed with his limbs outstretched. As soon as he finished speaking, the stone bed and the ring on his hand emitted a white light, and then Yang Yifeng's figure disappeared from the clean and tidy stone bed.

Yang Yifeng arrived at this place and encountered a series of strange events, gradually adapting to them. If he couldn't take them out, it was fine; after all, it didn't look bad for him to carry them.

After this split, Yang Yifeng felt much more at ease, temporarily forgetting the unhappiness of the past, and began to examine the surroundings.

Yang Yifeng, with an expression of calmness, washed himself in the nearby lake and put on his clothes anew. Feeling refreshed and invigorated, he exuded an extraordinary aura.

For billions of years, it has borne only one fruit, crazily absorbing the myriad energies of heaven and earth, taking in but never letting out, exhibiting extraordinary dominance. After another ten thousand years, it is likely to attain spiritual essence. For such a heavenly spiritual fruit to achieve spiritual essence is nearly impossible. However, since its inception, it has been absorbing the myriad energies of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon for countless billions of years, without anyone noticing or being concerned. After another ten thousand years, it will undoubtedly be the first spiritual root fruit to attain spiritual essence! Yet, since its inception, it has been absorbing the myriad energies of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon for countless billions of years, without anyone noticing or being concerned. After another ten thousand years, it will undoubtedly be the first spiritual root fruit to attain spiritual essence!

Where is this place? The young man woke up, looked around in confusion, and muttered to himself. Suddenly, he remembered that he was drinking on the mountaintop... Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down...

At that moment, Yang Yifeng's eyes brightened as he recalled how his mother had given birth to him after ten months of pregnancy, only to die due to complications. He then reflected on everything he had experienced from the age of one to eighteen, all the people he had encountered. At eighteen, his father collapsed and left him forever; it was the most painful and helpless time in his life, and it was then that Lin Zhenzhen appeared. The love of his life, she provided him with warmth and love, helping him endure that difficult period. At eighteen, his father collapsed and left him forever; it was the most painful and helpless time in his life, and it was then that Lin Zhenzhen appeared. The love of his life, she provided him with warmth and love, helping him endure that difficult period

After a long while, Yang Yifeng awakened from his daze, touched his brow, and wondered to himself if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion. He surveyed his surroundings once more and noticed a pitch-black ring had appeared on the empty stone table. Yang Yifeng approached it, hesitated for a moment, and picked it up. He found that nothing unusual occurred, so out of curiosity, he decided to try it on. As soon as he slipped it onto his left middle finger, a needle suddenly protruded from the ring, pricked him, and after absorbing Yang Yifeng's blood, it bizarrely fixed itself onto his finger, becoming impossible to remove.

Yang Yifeng once again collapsed elegantly to the ground

Suddenly, he saw a red apple hanging on the tree ahead. Yes, it looked very much like an apple. As he approached, he realized that it was unclear whether it was a tree or grass, growing to about one and a half times his height. It also had leaves and fruit; although there was only one, it gave the impression of being a piece of grass

This young man is named Yang Yifeng, twenty-five years old, a high achiever who graduated from QH University. He is a business prodigy renowned in the commercial world, having amassed hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth within a mere three years. While this amount may seem insignificant to world-class billionaires, the fact that he built this fortune from scratch at such a young age is nothing short of extraordinary. However, everything was destroyed by a woman. This may seem amusing and clichéd, but the experience of plummeting from great heights to the depths, coupled with the betrayal by the one he loved, nearly caused Yang Yifeng to collapse entirely. At just twenty-five years old, the ability to earn such wealth is indeed remarkable, yet it all fell apart due to a woman. This may appear to be a joke and quite trite, but the sensation of falling from the top to the bottom and being betrayed by his beloved left Yang Yifeng on the brink of despair.

It is unclear how much time has passed when Yang Yifeng finally awakens, finding himself covered in a layer of grime, both dirty and foul-smelling. A strange hue glimmers in Yang Yifeng's eyes; he does not know what this fruit is, but after experiencing the cycles of past and present lives, he feels as if he has been completely renewed. Humanity, wealth, love, familial bonds—nothing can shake Yang Yifeng's heart. Miraculously, his state of mind has transcended the limits of the mundane world, though the exact nature of this realm remains unknown. In any case, Yang Yifeng is now perfect, absolutely perfect

It felt very comfortable! After consuming it, it was as if a wave of warmth was running throughout the body. Yang Yifeng continued to walk forward, but after taking just a few steps, a sudden, intense pain erupted in his stomach and mind, a pain that was indescribable. It was pain! Just pain. His entire body became numb, and Yang Yifeng wanted to faint, but the sharp pain resonated clearly in his mind. He couldn't faint even if he wanted to. He could only endure. His entire body was numb, and Yang Yifeng wanted to faint, but the sharp pain resonated clearly in his mind. He couldn't faint even if he wanted to. He could only endure.

When this person is down on their luck, even drinking water can get stuck in their teeth. They merely went to the mountaintop to drink in solitude and vent a little, yet they ended up getting struck by lightning.

It is strange that this fellow actually ate the dragon beard fruit and did not die. Isn't that thing supposed to be very powerful? The master was afraid it would harm others, which is why it was moved to this mysterious realm. How could someone eat it along with the books and not be burst? Is this what the master referred to as 'fate'? What a fool, such a waste. I might as well help you! Otherwise, if you go out like this, you won't get far before someone treats you as a supplement. Just right, I've been here long enough.

But who knows if it has become cheaper for Yang Yifeng? However, Yang Yifeng consumed it; whether this is a blessing or a curse remains unknown

Continuing forward, Yang Yifeng now had a direction, as he felt that something happened ahead, calling out to him. This sensation intensified the further he went. Eventually, he arrived at the entrance of a cave, and upon looking up, he saw two characters inscribed above: "Xuanxu." The cave was exceptionally bright, and there were no sources of illumination inside, yet it remained so luminous.

The place he is currently in is unfamiliar to him; he has never been here before. Where is this? A thick mist surrounds him, and within the mist are several strangely shaped trees he has never seen before. He slowly walks forward, unable to discern the direction, relying solely on his instincts to move ahead, unaware of how long he has been walking. Yang Yifeng, feeling tired, finds a spot to sit down and take a rest.

The cave is very clean and simple, containing only a stone table, three stone stools, and in the corner, there is a stone bed. On the stone bed lies a small sword, three inches in length. Just as Yang Yifeng took a step forward, the small sword suddenly flashed with light and, before Yang Yifeng could react, it darted into his forehead and vanished.