Tonight, the storm came billowing, shrouded the Seven Lower Heavens in darkness. Lightning cracked the sky as if declaring heaven's degree through its earth-shattering roars.
Somewhere outside of the Blue Lake Town, a rundown abandoned temple persisting alone in the middle of a vast field, inside laid a pale-looking man.
"Well, ain't I a lucky one..." He whispered with an irregular breath; his tone was spooky and hair-raising. Covering the bleeding wound on his abdomen with his hand, he poped a low-tier healing pill into his mouth.
If Zhu Dingxiang were here at this moment, he would surely recognize this familiar fellow.
[Name: Tao Yan.]
[Age: 34.]
[Martial spirit: (Special tool-type) (High-grade) Human Rank, Myriad Poison Vessel.]
[Cultivation: (Late) Stage 4 Qi Condensation Realm.]
[Cultivation technique: (Peak-tier Mortal Rank) Hundred Poison Manual.]
[Description: Forsaken and sold by his parents to a poison master at a young age, tortured by agonizing experiments as a test subject. The young Tao Yan mysteriously awaken his martial spirit at 14, killing his master with his own vicious poison at 17. He embarks and devoted his life to pursue the boundary of poison art. Blessed with the Myriad Poison Vessel, the more variety of poison he collects, the more powerful his martial spirit became...]
After consuming the healing pill, Tao Yan feels his condition stabilized. 'That strength is just abnormal, and this heavy wound would probably take me months to fully recover.'
His eyes bag was deep and dark, tired from the blood loss; it was a miracle that he could hold on until now.
"This is?" Taking out a rough piece of cloth, some of Zhu Dingxiang's blood has stained it with vibrant red color. Even after many hours have passed, Tao Yan could still felt the potent life force from it.
With his weird personality, Tao Yan bought it to his nose and took a sniff.
'Ohhh! this... such fragrance.'
"E ke ke kekekekuahhhhh!" Tao Yan, inhaling intensely, looking obsessed, tilted his head up and rolled his eyes backward for a while before passing out from extreme pleasure.
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To the south of the Great Sun Continent, atop one of the central cities of the Blue Wind Empire, the gale howling violently forming many typhoons.
On the silver-grey sky, the rumble of furious thunder would wake up the sleeping children from their sweet dream from time to time.
Inside a dark and broken room, there were cracks all over the wall.
Shaking his dizzy head, Lin Duyi felt his mind becoming clear again.
'Never did I imagine I could be reincarnated after tens of thousands of years.' The looks inside his eyes were complicated.
"If I could rewrite our story, no matter how long it takes, I will search and hold you once again...never let go." Said Lin Duyi as tears of bitterness flowed from his eyes.
The dim room seems to lit up instantly, and a domineering nobleness appears to step up onto everything under the heaven manifested from his body.
"Since I now inherited your body, I will help you take revenge."
[Name: Lin Duyi (???).]
[Age: 18 (???).]
[Martial spirit: (Peak-grade) Mortal Rank, Iron Sword.]
[Cultivation: crippled.]
[Cultivation technique: (???).]
[Description: An ancient Saint from the distant past who died in anguish, answered to the whisper of fate, his soul transcended the fabric of time and space to be reincarnated in the current era...]
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Amid the place separating between the Iron Bull Empire and Sacred Flame Empire is a particular canyon.
In this place, the river water is stagnant and cold; ordinary fishes couldn't survive here. Some even call it the Styx River since its atmosphere was ghostly all years round.
Buried deep underneath this eerie place was a terrifying being, a skeleton surrounded by raging black flame.
'How long has it been?'
'I can see nothing but darkness...'
'Soon...soon enough, I will burn this world to ashes in my flame of vengeance.'
[Name: (???)]
[Age: (???)]
[Martial spirit: (???)]
[Bloodline: (???) Skeleton King.]
[Cultivation: (???)]
[Cultivation technique: (???)]
[Description: Once a supreme general, on the brink of death, he has forsaken his humanity...]
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Back in the Sparrow village, the old village chief murmured with his old and hoarse voice, "The Wheel Of Fate... is twirling once again..."