hazy rain of light fell, and auspicious phantoms of true dragons appeared.From thence, a figure of peerless elegance, stepped gracefully out into the open."This is the aura of heaven and earth in thi...Bamboo grove in the mountains, a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves.

A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old opened his eyes slightly, rubbing them in a daze.

The boy had no name, no family. He was raised from childhood by a blind fortune-teller.

The fortune teller said he was the reincarnation of a god and would definitely become a big shot in the future.

The boy scoffed.

He wouldn't believe that a deity would willingly reincarnate as an unwanted bastard.

Although the fortune teller did not grant the young man great wealth and status, he taught him martial arts, allowing him to kill a tiger with a single punch in his teens.

Later, the fortune teller died from blindness. The young man felt that he should not have any relatives anymore.

Later, the boy saw her.

Seeing the bloodstains on her, her face smeared with blood, and the despair in her eyes.

... those who pursue her.

For some reason, seeing the girl covered in blood yet with eyes that were still so clear, he instinctively acted.

Finally.

The young boy, wounded all over, came before the girl and extended his hand.

What's your name

"My name is… little paper kite," the girl said timidly.

"Then you come with me." The boy nonchalantly took the girl's hand.

The girl held on tightly, not letting go.

This one, it's three years.

Over three years, the girl was targeted countless times by assassins. The boy shielded her from countless assassination attempts.

The boy grew stronger and stronger, but the wounds on his body also increased.

Three years later.

A group of people found the young girl and wanted to take her away.

The boy watched silently, saying nothing.

As they parted, the girl threw herself into the boy's arms and kissed his face.

"I'll come back for you. The paper kite will become very strong, very strong, and never let you get hurt again." The girl vowed earnestly.

She tucked a sachet into the boy's chest, right over his heart.

"Never forget me."

She left.

The boy felt intense hatred, even betrayal.

He picked up the sachet, wanting to throw it away, but in the end, he still put it into his arms.

Later, the young man met a young master.

A young master who went into the mountains to hunt and was about to be eaten by a white tiger with piercing eyes.

He punched the white tiger to death, then glared at the young master with disdain.

"If you're such a failure, don't go hunting in the mountains."

"Greetings, I am Bei Liang, the thirteenth prince. Thank you, brother, for saving me." Gongzi smiled cheerfully.

From then on, the Northern Liang Kingdom had one more legend.

A nameless general who shook the world.

Ten years later.

The Purple River Empire marched on the capital of the Beiliang Kingdom.

A figure as silent as a tower, clad in armor and a helmet, stood atop the imperial city wall.

With 30,000 remaining troops, they vowed to defend the border.

The Empress of the Zi Chuan Empire, led her troops in person.

"The lord of Beiliang has already hanged himself, why are you still holding on" someone shouted.

That figure stood there, silent and aloof.

He only knew that the young master who had almost been eaten by the white tiger back then, now died hanging from his own rope.

But he, will fight until the last moment.

The Purple River Empress, veiled behind a beaded curtain.

She looked at the stubborn figure before her, reaching out with empty hands, a sword in hand.

"Once we conquer Beiliang, no one in this world will ever be able to harm us again," the Empress murmured to herself.

Poof!

Blood is splattering.

The Purple River Empress' sword pierced through the general's heart.

Let me see then, what sort of person is this final pillar of the Northern Liang nation

The Purple River Empress, removed the general's mask.

A familiar face appeared.

Why...

"Little paper kite, you've come. You truly have become so powerful..." The general trembled as he pulled out an object.

It is a blood-stained sachet.

In ten years, everything is carefree.

The general closed his eyes.

Zichao Empress's hair was disheveled, her heart was broken with despair.

The two bodies, leaning against each other.

The blood splattered, merging together.

The first era has come to an end.

……

As the lanterns first lit up.

A handsome young servant secretly gazed at the beautiful courtesan inside the room.

She must be the most beautiful woman in this brothel.

Her name is Lì Yuān.

She is not only beautiful but also kind.

Unlike other women, who are always vying for attention and competing with each other.

One day, the servant accidentally knocked over a guest's wine glass and was beaten and kicked by the guest, almost to death.

Li Yuan made a move, wrapping her arms around the guest, trying to cheer him up and get him to let go of his grievance.

The little servant lowered his head, gritting his teeth.

Late at night, he didn't know where he found the courage, and he went to find Li Yuan. He hugged her and said, "I want to take you away."

Lìyuān smiled and said, "Okay, when you become the number one in the world, take me away with you."

The servant left.

He met a master and became his disciple.

Three years, with a single sword, he became renowned throughout the land.

He came back to that brothel again.

The courtesan is gone.

I heard she died a month ago at the home of a wealthy family.

Even as she died, she kept muttering about taking her away.

He drew his sword and slaughtered the entire family, three hundred people from top to bottom, leaving not a single soul alive.

He embraced the courtesan's already cold body, and walked step by step towards the setting sun.

The Second Era comes to an end.

There are still many stories.

A scholar who went to the capital to take the imperial examinations met a fox spirit in the middle of the night. Humans and demons are destined for different paths.

A disciple of the Ydao Sect fell in love with a female demon from the Demon Sect, and they eventually committed suicide together.

And every one of these people, without exception, will have a question in their mind before they die.

Who am I

They don't know who they are, only that they feel like they've forgotten something.

They only remembered, as if in a dream, a blurry white figure descending from the heavens.

Life after life, the cycle seems endless.

The Fifth...

Seventh...

The Twentieth Century...

The 72nd ...

Over nine-nine reincarnations, karmic debts have been repaid.

Until the first century.

He is the eldest son of the world's number one demon-hunting family.

Uncommonly handsome.

But in personality, he was cold and distant, as if devoid of emotion.

Exterminating demonic beings is even more cruel.

But only a few people know.

He is not human.

But the First Exorcist Clan, it's a type of humanoid magical soldier passed down through ancient times.

He thought he might never experience love in his lifetime.

Until then, he encountered a peach blossom demon.

"My name is Tao Yuan."

He didn't know why either, and didn't make the move to kill him.

Perhaps because that smile was too brilliant.

Tao Yuan told him that the outside world was vast and boundless, with countless mountains and rivers to explore.

"If you'd like, I could go with you," Peach-Oriole smiled sweetly.

"I am the eldest son of the First Exorcist Family." he said.

“I’m not afraid, you’re a good person.” Taoyuan smiled innocently.

He remained expressionless.

But between his brows, an ancient rune was slowly manifesting.

Later, Xiaotao Yao's affair was exposed.

On the main plaza of the First Demon Slayer Family, everyone demanded that he personally kill this little peach demon.

Little Peach Demon was weak and powerless, lying on the ground wounded all over.

And she was still smiling at him.

Just as radiant and bright as the first time we met.

“I am not afraid of death, only that I cannot accompany you to see ten thousand mountains and rivers...” Taoyuan's face was pale, and she smiled weakly.

He raised the sword in his hand.

Hesitant.

Slash.

His hands were trembling.

At that moment, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations host, you have arrived at the deepest part of Black Abyss. Would you like to check in"

He responded instinctively.

Ding, congratulations host, sign-in received San Se Xian Jing, Future No Birth Sutra!

Boom!

accompanied by mechanical sounds.

The Amitabha Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, and the Nirvana Sutra are three major scriptures.

The complete fusion became the supreme immortal scripture of cultivating Yuanshen, the Three Realms Immortal Scripture!

At this moment, his mind suddenly cleared.

At the same time, ancient runes in his mind released boundless brilliance.

That was half a piece of the Ancient Emperor Talisman, protecting his primordial spirit.

"Haha, the reincarnation across centuries is a test indeed. Well-deserved of the underworld."

His gaze was cold and piercing as he looked down at Taoyuan, who lay on the ground, weak and pitifully helpless.

"Ling Yuan, you probably haven't awakened yet. It seems I, the deity, must take the first step."

He struck down with his sword, slaying the little Peach Demon!It was only now that Han Ping'an began to truly look at Jun Xiaoyao.This newly appointed young master of the Yun Clan seems to have some potential.