The young man finished his daily meditation and stood up. He had been eagerly awaiting the opportunity to begin cultivation in recent days. People had to be 14 years old to start cultivation, and although he had turned 14 a few weeks ago, Reng was still in closed-door cultivation. Today, as soon as he finished, he went to meet with the Reng.
When the young man arrived at Reng's door, he knocked on it, and a few seconds later, Reng opened the door.
"Welcome, nephew," Reng said.
The young man addressed Reng as his uncle. Reng had told him several times that he was his father, but when the young man mentioned remember his own parents, Reng blushed with embarrassment.
"Uncle Reng, I want to start cultivation," the young man said.
Reng hadn't mentioned the boy's spiritual disability. How could he talk about it? He was certain that the boy's constant pursuit of knowledge was for revenge.
Reng wasn't sure how to begin the conversation, but he needed to start somewhere.
"Why don't you come in and have some tea with your uncle?" he suggested.
The young man finally realized how rude he had been. It had been a long time since he had interacted with people. In fact, he hadn't even stepped out of the courtyard until now.
"Congratulations, Uncle Reng," the young man said as he sat down.
Reng simply nodded in response.
"Now, about your cultivation," Reng began.
He knew he couldn't avoid this conversation any longer.
"Back then, you teetered between life and death for a long time, and that's why your spirit was damaged. It is impossible for you to cultivate," Reng explained.
Spirit was the foundation of cultivation, whether it was body cultivators or spirit cultivators. The spirit played an extremely important role in both.
The young man trembled upon hearing this. He couldn't even cultivate, let alone seek revenge against the god who cursed him and murderers of his family.
"There must be a way," he thought. There was always a way.
Reng seemed to understand the young man's thoughts.
"There is no way to heal your spirit," he said.
The young man fell into deep thought. He began to recall everything he had learned from the books he had read over the years. Soon, he caught a glimmer of hope, however small it may be.
"What about the Destiny Stone?" he asked.
For a brief moment, Reng's face lit up, but it quickly returned to its former state.
"Nephew, the Destiny Stone only bestows cultivation techniques; it cannot repair your spirit," Reng explained.
The young man knew his chances were slim.
"Perhaps there is a cultivation technique that can heal my spirit because it is injured," he suggested.
Reng knew that no matter what he said, it wouldn't be of any use. He thought, "Let's at least give him a chance."
"Alright, we'll set off early tomorrow morning," Reng agreed.
The Destiny Stone was famous throughout the planet. It was said to have been brought down from the heavens by the gods.
When a person touched the Destiny Stone, they would obtain a suitable cultivation technique. Most of the time, these techniques weren't very powerful, but they often led young cultivators to the Destiny Stone before they began their cultivation journey. In fact, the Destiny Stone was one of the busiest places on the planet, with a constant stream of visitors.
According to what the young man knew, Reng's technique, as well as the technique of Elder Kai, who had saved his life before, came from the Destiny Stone.
The original technique of the Blaze Clan was known as Blazing Soul, which granted the user tremendous explosive power but had a temporary effect. The technique bestowed upon Reng was based on metal and also provided knowledge of blacksmithing, allowing him to create and upgrade his own weapons.
The young man continued to chat with Reng until it was time to sleep, eagerly anticipating the next morning.
As the sun began to rise on the horizon, the young man was already prepared. When he arrived at Reng's door, he didn't even need to knock as Reng had already opened it.
"Are you ready?" Reng asked.
The young man simply nodded.
Without saying another word, Reng enveloped the young man with worldly energy and lifted him into the air.
A person could only absorb worldly energy up to the Sky Conqueror level. But once they became a Sky Conqueror, they could convert the energy into elements and release it to fly. For body cultivators, the situation was different. Instead of absorbing and strengthening their cores with worldly energy, they directly empowered their bodies with energy.
Reng and the young man's journey went smoothly. With Reng's current strength, even other clan leaders or sect leaders would have difficulty killing him.
A black dot appeared in the young man's vision, slowly transforming into a bustling city filled with crowded streets. In the northern part of the city stood a massive rock that towered over thirty human heights.
The city was filled with people, even though it was not yet noon. The area around the food stalls was crowded with people trying to buy food. The young man noticed that finding an empty table in the buildings he thought were restaurants was impossible. When he scanned the surroundings, he also saw that hotels and brothels were not in short supply.
As Reng and the young man approached the vicinity of the rock, Reng turned to the young man.
"No matter the outcome, you don't have to be sad. If you can't cultivate, I will help you seek revenge once I become strong enough," Reng assured him.
The young man nodded. In his mind, he thought, "Maybe you can kill a few Sky Conquerors, but what about the other bastard? Can he help me take revenge on him?"
The young man slowly walked towards the rock. What he was about to do would determine his fate. If he still couldn't cultivate, he would take his own life and try again. But at the last moment, he shook his head.
"No, 347 will be the end. This is the last time, I won't die. Not again!"