Deep in the valley, weeds grew everywhere. Through the mist, a dilapidated sect hall could be vaguely seen. The once majestic building now stood alone on this abandoned land like a withered corpse. The mottled marks on the walls and the decayed wooden doors seemed to tell the decline and vicissitudes of this sect.
Zhao Yunche stood at the door of the hall, staring at this familiar yet unfamiliar ruin, with mixed emotions in his heart. In the open space in front of the hall, some withered weeds swayed in the wind. This was once a symbol of the glory of the Zhao family. The former sect hall and the former holy place for cultivation have become a permanent scar in his heart today.
"Zhao Yunche, you are just a waste and will never achieve anything."
The cold words of his father before his death pierced his heart like a knife. His father was once an elder in the sect and the light of the sect. However, an inexplicable disaster caused the sect to decline, and the Zhao family fell into the dust.
"Waste." Zhao Yunche sneered and walked slowly into the ruins of the hall. This place once carried too many memories and the glory of the past, but now it has completely turned into dust. When he stepped into the hall, the air was filled with dampness, the cracks in the corners were full of moss, broken slabs were scattered on the ground, and sporadic light shone through the broken roof, illuminating the ruins. Zhao Yunche took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he could feel the silence of the air around him. He whispered to himself: "Is all this really destined?" He grew up with a distinguished family background, but was regarded as a waste. Almost everyone thought he would accomplish nothing. It was not until his father died that the Zhao family completely abandoned him, and he realized that his fate had never been in his own hands. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a faint light suddenly burst out from the jade pendant on his chest. This was a relic given by his father when he was dying. He had long regarded it as waste and never took it to heart. "What is this?" Zhao Yunche was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the glowing jade pendant. The light became brighter, and gradually, the jade pendant began to vibrate slightly, as if conveying some information to him. A strong suction came from the jade pendant, and Zhao Yunche couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling a powerful force being transmitted from the jade pendant to his body. With a burst of intense pain, Zhao Yunche's body began to lose control, and he felt a hot force quickly running through his body, as if to tear his body apart. "What is this..." He clenched his teeth, a trace of fear arose in his heart, but he couldn't control the inexplicable force. Suddenly, a low voice sounded in his mind: "You finally woke up." Zhao Yunche suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with confusion and surprise. "Who... who is talking?"
The voice continued to sound: "I come from the ancient times, and I am the legendary Broken Heavenly Venerable. You are my successor, and you have inherited all my cultivation heritage. If you can practice successfully, you will gain supreme power and break the shackles of fate."
Zhao Yunche's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and scenes of broken memories emerged in his mind, those fragments from the ancient times, those ancient skills and inheritance. All this was like a dream and unbelievable.
"Broken Heavenly Venerable? Ancient inheritance?" Zhao Yunche whispered to himself, his heart was extremely shocked. "I actually..."
He suddenly realized that all he had obtained was not accidental. Was it the arrangement of fate, or was it some unknown force behind the manipulation?
He gritted his teeth and stood up, his eyes became firm. "I am no longer Zhao Yunche, and the waste of the past no longer exists."
Just when he made a decision in his heart, the jade pendant beside him suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the strong energy directly swallowed him. Zhao Yunche only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and then fell into a blank.
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When Zhao Yunche opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast void, surrounded by endless darkness, with only a vague figure floating in front of him.
The figure gradually became clear, and it turned out to be a middle-aged man in a simple robe. His face had a mysterious feeling that was beyond the world, and his eyes revealed endless wisdom and depth.
"You are finally here." The man's voice was gentle and low, as if it was full of the vicissitudes of life.
"Who are you?" Zhao Yunche asked vigilantly, secretly alert in his heart.
"I was once the Broken Heavenly Venerable. I have lived for countless years and witnessed countless ups and downs and changes." The man smiled calmly, "You have now carried my inheritance and become my final heir."
"Inheritance?" Zhao Yunche was shocked and could not calm down. "What did I get?"
The man's eyes became deep. "You inherited the 'Broken Infinite' technique of the Broken Heavenly Venerable. This is a power beyond the norm that can break through all constraints and break the limits of cultivation."
Zhao Yunche was shocked by his discovery, "Broken Infinite? That is..."
"Yes," Broken Heavenly Venerable nodded slightly, "Only those who truly comprehend the Broken Infinite can transcend the Heavenly Dao, break through all limits, and become an invincible existence."
Zhao Yunche's heart was surging. This technique seemed to surpass his previous cognition, and even made him full of infinite desire and expectation for the future. "How should I practice?"
The Broken Heavenly Venerable smiled slightly, "You already have the conditions for practice. You only need to break through the limitations of your state of mind to master it all. Remember, there is no smooth road to practice. Only perseverance can achieve the invincible way."
Zhao Yunche took a deep breath and nodded firmly: "I will do my best."
The figure of the Broken Heavenly Venerable gradually dissipated and disappeared into the void, leaving behind Zhao Yunche's firm heart and endless road of practice.
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Suddenly, Zhao Yunche opened his eyes abruptly and found himself back in the ruined sect hall. Everything around was normal, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. The light of the jade pendant had disappeared.
He looked down at the jade pendant in his hand and smiled slightly: "It seems that this is my real starting point."
He took a deep breath, stared at the ruins in front of him, and made up his mind: "From now on, I will no longer be a waste, but an invincible strong man on the road of practice!"