Status: Updated up to Chapter 1877: Borrowing Heavenly Punishment to Break Through Realms
Synopsis:
Young Moyang had his Ancient God bloodline sealed and was framed by others, falling to the status of a discarded disciple of his sect. At a moment of utter despair, he activated the Star Emperor Stone Tower, awakened his Ancient God bloodline, cultivated the Star Emperor Ancient Scriptures, inherited the Dao of Heaven, and embarked on a defying path of revenge. If I become a demon, who dares to be a Buddha!
Chapter 1: A Residual Imprint
"Moyang, you caused the Fourth Elder's death, and you still have the face to kneel here!"
"The Fourth Elder's fall has brought a heavy loss upon our Lingxu Sect. You deserve to die for your crimes!"
"After cultivating for so many years, you can't even step into the Qi Condensation Realm. Moyang, you are nothing but trash. The Lingxu Sect doesn't raise trash—get out of the Lingxu Sect!"
"The Fourth Elder has already fallen, and there is no one left to protect you. The Sect Master has ordered that starting tomorrow, Wood Peak will be merged into the main peak. From now on, there is no place for you in the Lingxu Sect!"
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Behind the back mountain of the Lingxu Sect, before a cenotaph, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy knelt with a dull expression. Faced with the various reprimands and curses from more than a dozen sect disciples, he seemed completely deaf to them, like a walking corpse.
He was Moyang, currently the sole remaining disciple of Wood Peak.
Wood Peak was originally one of the five peaks of the Lingxu Sect, but over the years, it had completely declined.
Because the Fourth Elder often traveled outside to seek various medicinal herbs for him, he had no time to manage the affairs of Wood Peak. The sect was extremely dissatisfied with this, and the former disciples of Wood Peak were either directly transferred away by the sect or chose to join the other peaks of their own accord. Wood Peak had long been deserted.
Moyang had long anticipated that Wood Peak would be merged this time.
Yet when this day truly arrived, an inexplicable sense of loss still filled his heart.
Looking at the newly piled cenotaph before him, that kind face kept surfacing in his mind. In his heart, the Fourth Elder was not only his master, but also his only family.
He had originally been an orphan. Ten years ago, the Fourth Elder was out on a training journey when he saved him from the jaws of a fierce beast. Afterward, he brought him back to the Lingxu Sect, took him as a disciple, and taught him the way of cultivation.
At that time, the moment he first came into contact with cultivation, he was able to directly condense true qi, and his astonishing comprehension caused a sensation throughout the entire Lingxu Sect.
Yet he never dreamed that what awaited him was not a brilliant halo, but endless despair and darkness.
After ten years of cultivation, he had been unable to even cross the threshold of the Qi Condensation Realm—the very first stage for a cultivator—because he could not store the condensed true qi within his meridians.
Over these ten years, the knowledge of martial arts imparted to him by the Fourth Elder, along with the cultivation techniques and mental formulas, had long since been firmly committed to his memory, but all of this was completely useless to him.
The Fourth Elder had constantly sought various methods, unwilling to let his monstrous talent be buried, yet in the end, it had all come to nothing.
Half a month ago, news spread that a sacred herb had miraculously appeared in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, drawing major sects to rush there. Upon hearing the news, the Fourth Elder ignored everyone's dissuasion and stubbornly insisted on going, only to leave and never return.
Shortly after, several elders of the Lingxu Sect secretly went to investigate, learning from some cultivators that the Fourth Elder had been killed by an expert from the Dadao Sect while trying to seize the sacred herb.
The Dadao Sect was a supreme, terrifying superpower beyond imagination, with a heritage spanning tens of thousands of years and an unfathomable foundation. Faced with such a behemoth, the elders of the Lingxu Sect dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, shifting all the blame onto Moyang instead.
The numerous disciples were no different, and the overwhelming, vicious words drowned Moyang like a tide.
"After tomorrow, there will be no more Wood Peak in the Lingxu Sect. Find your own way to survive!" The Second Elder glanced coldly at this direction from afar, dropped those words, and then turned and left.
After the disciples had all left, Moyang sat alone before the cenotaph, watching the overgrown weeds all around, listening to the wailing wind blowing past his ears, his mood plummeting to the depths of despair.
"It's time to leave..."
After a long while, he softly muttered to himself.
Yet following that, endless bewilderment welled up in his heart.
Where should he go? Where could he even go?
Amidst the brief confusion, a flash of determination surged into his eyes.
"I was an orphan to begin with; as vast as the heavens and earth are, where is not home!"
"Master, don't worry, I will definitely step onto the path of martial arts, I will become a strong expert, and one day I will surely avenge you!"
As for his own condition, he could not make sense of it either. Everything seemed no different from ordinary people, but he simply could not store the refined true qi within his meridians. Every time he condensed true qi, it would dissipate within a short time—it had been like this for ten years.
The Fourth Elder had once asked other elders of the sect to examine him, but none of the elders had the slightest clue or could find the cause.
The last sliver of twilight vanished at the horizon, and the entire world plunged into darkness.
Moyang knew this was his last night remaining in the Lingxu Sect.
He quietly sat cross-legged before the cenotaph, running his mental cultivation method. A wisp of true qi slowly condensed within his meridians, and just like usual, it gradually dissipated shortly after forming.
He let out a helpless sigh. It had been like this for ten years; he was already used to it.
Yet at that very moment, his entire body suddenly trembled violently.
Immediately afterward, a crisp cracking sound came from the location of his dantian, as if it were shattering.
His dantian—which cultivators could only open upon reaching the Spirit Awakening Realm—mysteriously and instantaneously unblocked at this moment. The sudden change left Moyang completely dumbfounded.
Because at this very moment, a torrential surge of true qi burst crazily out from his dantian, instantly filling every meridian throughout his entire body.
Moyang froze. Could it be that the true qi he had refined over all these years hadn't truly vanished, but had been absorbed by his dantian instead?
Furthermore, the instant his dantian was unblocked, it felt as though something had been blasted open. Aside from true qi, a formidable and overbearing power erupted from within his dantian.
Moyang's expression changed drastically. Within the span of just a few breaths, he felt as though the meridians all over his body were about to burst apart, sending waves of tearing, agonizing pain through him.
Such a situation had never occurred before, catching him completely off guard.
Before he could even recover his wits, the surrounding scenery instantly changed. When he opened his eyes once more, he found himself in a hazy, gray space.
Moyang's heart was tossed with monstrous waves. His consciousness was clear, but everything happening now had thoroughly subverted his perception, feeling like some absurd and bizarre dream.
What is this place?
He hurriedly scanned his surroundings. It looked like a ruined, desolate wasteland, with broken stones scattered everywhere. A terrifying battle seemed to have taken place here once, as incomplete skeletons could still faintly be seen among the shattered rocks.
Following that, his pupils constricted sharply, for a figure was actually standing not far away!
That person stood with their back to him, tall and stalwart, standing there like an unscalable giant peak, resembling an ancient god or demon.
This completely exceeded Moyang's understanding of cultivators. The figure before him invisibly emanated an extremely terrifying sense of oppression; even just looking at it made one feel that matchless momentum.
As Moyang's gaze swept over, that figure slowly turned around.
It was a middle-aged man!
Yet his face was somewhat blurry. Clearly he was not far away, but in a blur, it felt as though they were separated by tens of thousands of miles.
"Who are you?"
Moyang involuntarily stepped backward and spoke out instinctively. Intuition told him this was undoubtedly an existence powerful beyond all imagination.
The middle-aged man silently watched Moyang, his facial expressions unreadable. He did not answer Moyang, but instead spoke: "You are able to come here, which means you have already survived the darkest hours!"
The plain words fell into Moyang's ears like a thunderclap from a clear blue sky, leaving him completely stunned.
Clearly, the other party knew of his experiences!
At the same time, endless doubts welled up in his heart: What was this place, and who was this person? He could guarantee this was definitely not an illusion!
"Who on earth are you?"
Moyang asked again, growing increasingly vigilant.
Yet faced with Moyang's repeated question, the middle-aged man still gave no response. Instead, he spoke on his own accord: "There is gain in loss; once the darkness passes, the dawn will surely arrive. When the seals within your body shatter layer by layer and you inherit heaven-defying power, you will unlock an invincible path!"
Moyang stood dazedly on the spot. There was a seal inside his body? And what was heaven-defying power?
Intuition told him that this middle-aged man seemed to have tampered with him long ago.
If that were truly the case, then his ten years of pitch-black, sunless days were probably all thanks to this person!
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have dared to believe it was true. Why would a mysterious expert, terrifying beyond comprehension, treat him this way?
As for his own past, his memory was completely blank. By the time he had memories, he had already been brought to the Lingxu Sect by the Fourth Elder, followed by a decade of dark times.
Moyang struggled to calm himself, his heart churning with monstrous waves. He had already sensed it earlier: when his dantian was unblocked, not only did a torrential surge of true qi pour forth, but it was also accompanied by a formidable, mysterious force.
Could that mysterious power be the heaven-defying power the other party spoke of?
"What is this heaven-defying power you speak of?"
Looking at the middle-aged man who was right before him yet seemed separated by tens of thousands of miles, Moyang's emotions fluctuated violently.
"The Dao of Heaven Inheritance!"
The middle-aged man seemed to smile, his eyes as brilliant as the stars. At this moment, a momentum that dominated the heaven and earth erupted from his entire body. As those four words fell, they sounded like a peal of thunder, causing this hazy space to tremble continuously.
"I am merely a residual imprint, waiting only for you to come!"
Afterward, the middle-aged man uttered no more words. His body suddenly dissolved into a mist of light and scattered. This hazy space trembled violently, as if a giant mechanism had been triggered.
Before Moyang could recover his wits, he felt himself pushed out by a force.
……
The night wind brushed past. Moyang's thoughts returned, and he slowly opened his eyes. The newly piled earthen mound before him remained, looking all the more desolate under the hazy moonlight.
After regaining his senses, he hurriedly circulated his cultivation technique. True qi flowed through his meridians, and he discovered that his cultivation had actually broken through the Qi Condensation Realm and the Spirit Awakening Realm, leaping directly into the third stage of cultivation: the Earth Mystic Realm.
He simply couldn't believe it. The ten-year nightmare of cultivation had been inexplicably broken, and in just this short amount of time, he had actually leaped through six minor realms in succession!
The true qi in his meridians pulsed relentlessly, driven by his mental method, and the true qi radiating from his body accurately told him that he had reached Stage 1 of the Earth Mystic Realm.
Recalling that bizarre space, he hurriedly focused his mind to sense it, only to discover that a stone tower had somehow appeared within his dantian.
With a shift of his thought, the scene before his eyes changed drastically once more, and he instantly arrived before that stone tower. Yet viewed up close, the stone tower was incomplete.
The stone tower before him had a total of eight stories, but above the eighth story, it seemed to have been truncated, and the ruined fracture could be clearly seen.
radiances flickered across the stone tower, and a few ancient characters emerged. Moyang carefully discerned them, and those two ancient characters appeared to be—Star Emperor!
Chapter 2: Star Emperor Scriptures
The Fourth Elder had once told Moyang many things about the cultivation world, including rumors of supreme experts, but he had never heard the words "Star Emperor."
The entire stone tower appeared exceptionally ancient, carrying the vicissitudes of accumulated time, giving one a feeling that was both real and illusory.
Moyang took a deep breath and slowly approached. The open tower gate was pitch black inside, resembling a demonic abyss that would devour everything at any moment.
Hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help stepping inside. It felt as though he had passed through a layer of barrier, and the scene appearing before his eyes was identical to what he had seen earlier.
Scanning his surroundings, Moyang grew increasingly astonished. The stone tower contained a universe within; viewed from the outside, it was merely a stone tower several zhang high, but inside, it was like a vast expanse of space.
However, it was completely desolate inside. Walking past those scattered rocks and withered bones, one could still see some rusted weapon fragments in sight. Only after pressing forward dozens of zhang did he see the wall of the stone tower.
Many patterns were carved onto the stone wall, a portion of which were outlined by intricate patterns. As Moyang's gaze swept over them, his heart pounded, and his breathing involuntarily grew somewhat hurried.
For some of those patterns were runes, and they were no ordinary runes; those markings were intricate and profound, and staring at them felt as though one's soul was about to be swallowed.
"Could these be the ancient runes that vanished countless years ago!"
Moyang exclaimed in shock, hurriedly averting his gaze.
Aside from those mysterious runes, ancient fierce beasts and birds of prey were also engraved on the tower wall. At a glance, they looked lifelike, actually giving a sensation as if they might shatter the wall and emerge.
Moyang's heart experienced endless waves. Setting everything else aside, even if he were just able to comprehend those runes, he would probably be able to walk unhindered across this continent.
Though he did not understand why that supreme existence had treated him this way, right now, being able to grow stronger mattered more to anything else.
On this continent, the strong possessed dignity, and only by continuously growing stronger could one live longer!
The law of the jungle was the survival rule of this world.
Yet with his current cultivation, trying to comprehend those ancient runes was simply impossible. After quietly observing for a moment, he could only move his gaze away and look elsewhere.
Before long, a flight of stairs appeared in his line of sight. Without a doubt, that led to the second floor.
"I wonder what the second floor hides!" Moyang felt exceptionally curious.
However, a layer of barrier blocked the way there, and the fluctuations emanating from it made Moyang—who had just approached—feel palpitations of fear.
At that very moment, the entire stone tower began to churn. Light flickered across the tower wall, and those rune murals seemed to come alive, transforming into streams of light that rapidly intertwined together. A few breaths later, the brilliance converged, and a passage of ancient text appeared upon the tower wall.
"This is..."
Moyang concentrated his perception, and in an instant, his mind shook violently. That ancient text actually forced its way into his mind, with mysterious ancient characters imprinting themselves there, as if the aura of the Great Dao was permeating the space.
"Star Emperor Scriptures... This..."
That was actually a cultivation scripture, divided into nine levels in total, but this was only the first level.
"What level of scripture is this? Does every single level correspond to a level of the stone tower? If so, this tower is missing a floor!"
Moyang forcefully suppressed the tumultuous waves in his heart, his eyes carrying lingering fright.
These Star Emperor Scriptures were definitely no ordinary profound arts. Although the scripture of the first level was only a little over a hundred characters, it was unspeakably profound. In Moyang's estimation, it probably already surpassed the Saint grade.
After the shock, an endless surge of joy welled up in Moyang's heart. What he craved most right now was to grow stronger; with this kind of profound art, his cultivation speed would definitely be much faster than that of ordinary cultivators.
"As long as I practice diligently, so what if it's the Dadao Sect? Sooner or later, I will avenge my master!" Moyang said through clenched teeth.
After leaving the stone tower, under the night sky, Moyang stood quietly before the Fourth Elder's cenotaph, his heart filled with a myriad of helpless sighs. If today's upheaval had happened half a month earlier, the Fourth Elder wouldn't have gone to seize the sacred herb...
He let out a soft sigh. Events in the world were unpredictable; he never could have dreamed that just hours ago he was still trash, yet his destiny had undergone a heaven-defying reversal in the blink of an eye.
After quietly kowtowing three times before the cenotaph, he turned and left the back mountain.
Early the next morning, Moyang packed his luggage, took one last look at the place where he had lived for a full decade, and then walked out of the courtyard, heading down Wood Peak.He intended to leave the Lingxu Sect directly, but he didn't expect that just as he walked down Wood Peak, his path was blocked by several fellow disciples, led by Luo Hao, a former disciple of Wood Peak.
"Moyang, you finally don't have the face to stay here anymore? You still have some self-awareness!" A disciple from another peak spoke with cold sarcasm.
"Hmph, you've stayed in the Lingxu Sect for so many years, and the Fourth Elder was entirely partial to you, surely teaching you many sect secret arts. The cultivation techniques of our Lingxu Sect must never be leaked outside!"
Luo Hao spoke with a cold snort.
As soon as these words were said, the other disciples chimed in as well.
Moyang paused his steps, looking calmly at these sect disciples before him. Ever since the Fourth Elder fell, every single day sect disciples had given him cold sarcasm, with countless various insults and reprimands.
After all, he had lived here for ten years, and he couldn't be bothered to care about these fellow disciples. Pausing slightly, he stepped forward, intending to bypass these few people and leave.
"Hmph, are you deaf?"
Seeing that Moyang actually ignored him, a flash of anger instantly rose in Luo Hao's eyes. His figure flickered, and he directly blocked Moyang's path.
"Considering we used to be fellow disciples, step aside; I won't argue with you!" Moyang glanced at Luo Hao, then looked at the other few people. His tone was calm, with not a trace of expression on his face.
"Argue? Hmph, Moyang, have you forgotten that you're trash?"
"And the Fourth Elder is already dead—dead, understand? No one is protecting you anymore!"
As Luo Hao spoke, he reached out and slapped Moyang across the cheek.
This kind of action didn't cause much physical damage, but the insult was extremely severe!
The other few people watched this scene, just about to chime in with mocking laughter, but before they could even laugh, they all froze in unison.
For at this moment, a miserable shriek suddenly rang from Luo Hao's mouth, accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bones.
A murderous intent welled up in Moyang's eyes. His right hand had somehow clamped onto Luo Hao's right wrist, and with a gentle twist, Luo Hao's wrist seemed to be snapped directly.
"I admit I'm trash, but you're even worse than trash!" Moyang said coldly.
The detached words struck Luo Hao's face like a few heavy slaps, causing his expression to shift repeatedly.
"Trash, you're courting death!" New Biquge
Originally Moyang had let go, but how could Luo Hao let the matter rest? Enduring the pain, he shouted angrily, suddenly driving his true qi and throwing a left-hand punch straight at Moyang's face.
He had no idea that the current Moyang was no longer what he used to be. Setting everything else aside, purely in terms of cultivation, he was already far inferior to Moyang.
The result was self-evident. Moyang sidestepped slightly to dodge that fist, while his right hand shot out like lightning, similarly forming a fist and smashing into Luo Hao's fist with a whoosh.
"Crack..."
Another crisp sound rang out. Luo Hao's fist changed shape several times in an instant, and his finger bones were completely shattered.
The intense pain brought by the fractured bones and tendons caused Luo Hao's already painful face to instantly distort. A pig-slaughtering scream escaped his mouth as his body retreated rapidly, while the other few people finally reacted, their complexions instantly turning pale.
The universally known trash within the Lingxu Sect, the ultimate good-for-nothing who couldn't even step onto the path of martial arts after ten years of cultivation—since when had his strength and speed become so terrifying?