The Yuan Yang Continent was a world of martial arts cultivation.

According to ancient legends, a mysterious power has divided the continent into five parts.

At the western end of the Eastern Continent was the True Martial Sacred Sect, a giant that ruled over ten thousand square miles.

Within the True Martial Sacred Sect, a beautiful white crane flew amidst the white auspicious clouds that covered the sky, dotting the gushing spiritual spring.

Here, there were cultivators who could only step on their swords and fly ten thousand miles in an instant.

Here, a burly man swung his fist, and the Martial Stone exploded into pieces.

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The Wild Goose Southern Peak was located at the center of the True Martial Sacred Sect, a mountain peak that towered above all else.

Clouds shrouded the peak, shrouding it in a thick fog.

Xu Zimou wore a white robe, pure as snow. Him long hair fluttered in the cold wind, and him eyes were deep, seeming to penetrate into the boundless.

His only figure stood on the edge of the cliff, the breeze ruffling his robes.

"I guess this means I have been reborn!" Contrary to his appearance, Xu Zimou was dumbfounded inside. After remaining silent for three minutes, he couldn't help but remain silent for three minutes.

"Shouldn't rebirth be the protagonist privilege? But why do I seem to have a villain origin story?"

As Xu Zimou examined the situation, he couldn't help but mock himself. He could only describe it as "so unlucky that it would pierce one soul."

This body of his was so weak that he couldn't even describe his condition. He was also certain that he had returned to when he was only 15 years old, the day he had just started his cultivation journey.

But this rebirth is not that simple. He had more than just memories from his previous life.

Within his dantian, a luminous round bead that was condensed by law floated silently.

As he took a closer look, he saw that the bead was its own space, with grass, dew, and the sun rising in the east.

It exuded an incomparable majesty, giving Xu Zimou the feeling that just a hint of its splendor could flatten the mountain peaks beneath his feet.

He immediately felt a familiar aura within him, and suddenly, his eyes widened.

Those beads were something he had gotten by accident in his previous life. He didn't know its true use, but after a few tries, he found out that it could help him penetrate space.

That was why, when he was defeated, he had put all of his God Vein Realm cultivation into the sphere in an attempt to escape by tearing space. However, he definitely didn't expect to be reborn as a teenager.

So that's why he felt a sense of familiarity. The energy within the bead included his previous life God Vein Realm cultivation!

Xu Zimo entire body shook with excitement. He was confident that he could return to the God Vein Realm within a year with the help of energy.

The path of cultivation is a difficult path.　　

It was filled with difficulties, as difficult as reaching heaven.

One step at a time.

Humans began their cultivation in the Mortal realm, which was forging flesh, polishing their physique and smoothing their skin.

After the body is forged, one must open the body spiritual veins to communicate with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, and enter the Spirit Vein Realm.

Mortal Realm, Spirit Vein, Congelation Vein, True Vein, Void Vein, Venerable Vein, Emperor Vein, Sacred Vein and God Vein.

These nine ranks were the Nine Heaven Ascension Veins.

Xu Zimou looked up at the horizon. He can now mobilize the energy within the bead at will. With a single thought, he could clear the Mortal Realm and instantly reach the Spirit Vein.

It wouldn't be difficult to absorb the energy and re-enter the God Vein Realm within a year.

However, he wasn't in a hurry at the moment. Firstly, he was currently within the True Martial Sacred Sect. His father took great care of his cultivation and definitely helped Xu Zimou cultivation. Xu Zimou didn't want others to find any abnormality.

Second, Xu Zimou didn't want to casually increase his cultivation. He is currently happy. He wanted to enjoy where he was.

Everything has returned to the way it was. Everyone can now recall memories.

Xu Qingshan father.

There was a girl by the Willow River, standing in the wind, in tears. All he wanted was to live an ordinary life.　

In the end, he lost everyone. After barely escaping, he was finally defeated by the protagonist sword, Chu Yang.

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Xu Zimou pondered while looking into the distance. Him white clothes blended into the mist, and as the wind around him figure slowly seemed to get stronger, he smiled. It was a smile with a hint of madness.

"Chu Yang, in your previous life, I was only a slightly bigger stepping stone to your path to the pinnacle.

"I'm just a little pawn on your chessboard.

"But in this life, I will no longer be a mere pawn. Using every creature as my chess piece and the world as my chessboard, I, with my own hands, will play the game and reverse fate!"

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At this point in his life, Xu Zimou lived in a courtyard located in the center of the Wild Goose Southern Peak. As he walked back, he surveyed his surroundings. Medicinal herbs bloomed on both sides, a colorful rainbow stretched into the sky, and a spirit beast was seen running in the distance, its body shining with power.

Brightly colored fruits could be seen on the randomly placed spirit trees – spirit fruits that would cause ordinary people to fight desperately for them.

However, here, they were merely ornaments that graced the scenery along the way.

When Xu Zimou arrived near the courtyard, he saw his bodyguard, Zhang Zhongtian, who was waiting far away at the entrance.

"Young Master, the Vice Sect Master just asked someone to pass on a message. He says that if you feel fine, you should go to see him. He has something he wants to talk to you about," Zhang Chongtian said, bowing respectfully.

"Understood," Xu Zimou nodded, and, accompanied by Zhang Chongtian, he walked towards Green Mountain Peak.

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Three years ago, the current Sect Master of the True Martial Sacred Sect reached the peak of the God Vein Realm.

In search of the last glimmer of hope for a breakthrough to the God Vein Realm level, he handed over power to Vice Sect Master Xu Qingshan and entered the mortal world alone, seeking inspiration and truth in the mundane.

Since then, Vice Sect Master Xu Qingshan had become the True Martial Sacred Sect greatest ruler, and Xu Zimo was Xu Qingshan only son.

It could be said that he was the Young Master of the entire True Martial Sacred Sect.

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Xu Zimou remembered that at this time in his previous life, his father had approached him and talked to him about cultivation.

He was only 15 years old and had not yet stepped onto the threshold of cultivation.

Before the age of 15, the meridians, the five internal organs in the human body have not yet been formed. They were relatively fragile and could not easily cultivate.

Basically, the entire Yuan Yang Continent was filled with people who started the path of cultivation at the age of 15.

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Xu Zimou soon arrived at Green Mountain Peak, the place where the greatest ruler of the True Martial Sacred Sect resided. It was not a place made of gold and filled with luxury, but a building shaped like a pavilion.

There was only an ordinary cabin, a small calm and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in a green shirt, sitting by the river.

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Xu Zimo stood by the river and just stared at his father in silence.

He didn't speak up, neither did Xu Qingshan.

The father and son had a shocking tacit understanding.

After a while, a strong wind swept over them, breaking this rare silence, and Xu Qingshan slowly raised his head.

He looked like a very ordinary middle-aged man in a plain green shirt, without a hint of the impressive momentum that a man with his status should have.