Chapter 1

The sun hung high in the sky, its eternal radiance pouring down, filling everything with boundless vitality. Spring had arrived, and all things were reviving; the geese that had flown north had already returned.

The city was already bustling with the noise of vehicles and horses, a scene of prosperity, foretelling the arrival of a new year.

Chengdu, known as the "Land of Abundance," was quickly adorned with lush trees and flowers in the short time since spring's arrival, creating a picturesque beauty.

At the largest hospital in the city center, a man was looking at the final diagnosis in his hand with a dark expression, and the words of infinite despair slowly escaped his lips: "Is there no hope left?"

Tang San, an ordinary name, an ordinary-looking man, someone who would never stand out in a crowd, but most importantly, he was still alive.

He was not an ordinary person; he was a genius. To be precise, he was a genius suffering from a terminal illness, a genius on the path to death, a genius who would do anything to survive.

Despair filled his face, and even his wise eyes could not bring him the slightest bit of hope or vitality. After trying every possible treatment, the hospital finally issued him a critical condition notice today. He had at most half a year left to live, and the disease in his body would eventually take his life.

Tang San was a genius, a man with extraordinary memory. This was both a blessing and perhaps a compensation from heaven. He was born with a rare disease—genetic defect metal deposition bone abnormality.

This disease was very terrifying, a chronic condition caused by a genetic defect, and perhaps he was the only person in the world with this disease.

The disease caused heavy metal elements to deposit in his bones, leading to abnormal growth and enlargement. The accumulation of heavy metals also caused chronic poisoning of his organs. Over time, the toxins in his body would increase, eventually leading to organ failure and death.

Since being diagnosed with this disease, Tang San had studied various knowledge like a madman, focusing particularly on biology. It had been over a decade since then, and he was now a thirty-year-old young man, at the peak of his life.

During this period, he tried countless methods to cure his disease, but none of them worked. The genetic defect pushed him deeper into the abyss of death. Today, at the limits of modern technology, his life was marked with a final stop.

With despair, Tang San left the hospital, his body cold, and came to the street. Looking at the bustling city, he felt a deep sense of loneliness from within. He no longer fit into this world; his era had already ended, or perhaps it had never begun.

A faint, terrifying light flashed in Tang San's lifeless eyes, like that of a mad demon, a look of desperation to survive at any cost, a burning desire for life that drove him to madness.

A low voice sounded in his mouth, a voice that only he could hear.

"I absolutely refuse to be buried in the depths of death. Even if I become a demon, I will survive. Since science has cut off my hope, I will turn to the occult."

Tang San's deep eyes exuded a forbidding aura, causing people passing by to instinctively keep a meter away from him.

Looking up at the sky, Tang San's voice echoed softly: "Before this, there is one more thing to do."

Night fell, and only a faint moonlight shone down. In a high-end residential area, Tang San was talking to two people.

In the room, the three people had different expressions. Tang San was calm, while the other two were surprised and delighted.

Tang San pointed to two documents on the table and said to the man and woman in front of him: "These are my two wills, one for each of you. The requirements are simple: take good care of my father and mother until their natural deaths. After that, the funds I have entrusted abroad will be transferred to your names. Don't even think about using any other means. I have arranged for multiple people to monitor you. If anything happens to my parents, you will never get these inheritances."

The two people in front of Tang San were his elder brother and elder sister, both greedy and ignorant, lost in the material world, and not particularly filial to their parents.

After learning of his impending death, Tang San began to arrange for his parents' future.

Originally, his family was just a middle-class household, but Tang San, with his genius mind, learned hacking skills, stole various business secrets, and used this information to trade stocks, quickly accumulating a large fortune.

He deposited most of this wealth in Swiss banks, with about three hundred million dollars in assets, which supported his survival until now.

Now that this wealth was of no use to him, he left it to his parents, also using it as a bait to make his elder brother and elder sister fulfill their duties.

After making all the arrangements, he could let go of everything and search for the almost non-existent path to survival.

Tang San was an extraordinary person. He firmly believed in the inherent evil of human nature and almost never trusted anyone, not even his brother or sister. His parents were the only ones he trusted, so he made all the arrangements for them, calculating everything to ensure they could live out their days in comfort.

His elder brother and elder sister, looking at their respective wills, which contained hundreds of millions of dollars, were almost blinded by the wealth. According to the wills, they would receive millions of dollars annually, enough to live a life of luxury. Such unexpected wealth was not something everyone could resist.

Tang San watched the greedy light in his elder brother and elder sister's eyes, feeling no sorrow for his impending death. His eyes were cold, and he wiped away the last traces of family ties, looking out the window at the moonlight, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, a month had gone by.

In the Taklamakan Desert, the largest shifting desert in China and the second-largest in the world, the dry land was filled with the scent of death. The scorching sun was high in the sky, hot enough to cook an egg, and no water could last long here.

A figure in a white Arab robe appeared in the desert, leading several camels carrying various supplies, enough to survive for ten to fifteen days. The desert wind blew, revealing his face, which was none other than Tang San, who was supposed to be waiting to die in Chengdu.

The sun set as time passed, and the silver moon slowly rose into the sky.

The desert at night was beautiful, with the stars twinkling in the sky, a sight unseen in polluted cities.

Tang San, dressed in a robe, had set up camp and removed the layers of white headscarf, revealing his face.

If someone were there, they would be terrified to see Tang San's face.

His face was covered with strange runes, seemingly tattooed, red as fresh blood.

Tang San seemed unaware of this, sitting cross-legged on a cushion to protect himself from the desert's cold, with a solar lamp beside him, casting a soft light.

In his hand, he held a compass, seemingly calculating something, occasionally looking up at the sky.

Tang San's deep eyes seemed to have found his target, a smile appearing on his face, his tired voice echoing in the desert: "Almost there, almost there."

The night was silent, a chilling stillness that was unnerving.

Suddenly, Tang San, sitting cross-legged, shuddered violently, a severe spasm spreading through his body. The intense pain made him collapse onto the cold sand, dropping the compass.

He seemed to be enduring the greatest pain in the world, rolling on the sand, his face contorted, the strange runes on his face adding to the horror.

After a long while, Tang San finally recovered from the pain.

He struggled to his feet, his face pale, his lips blue, looking like a dead man, but his bloodshot eyes were full of the desire to live, burning like flames, red and terrifying.

Tang San trembled, muttering to himself: "The attacks are coming faster, now every three days. It seems my body is reaching its limit."

The genetic defect caused his bones to grow abnormally, with heavy metals depositing in his bones, causing chronic poisoning. Every so often, he would have an attack, with intense pain sweeping through his body. When his body could no longer bear it, it would be the end.

Time passed, and another half-month went by. Tang San had been in the desert for a month, and his supplies were almost gone. He had even killed a camel for food.

The pain from his illness became more frequent, enough to drive anyone to despair, but Tang San endured it. Today, he had found what he was looking for.

This was a rocky area in the desert, very unusual, with solid ground that had not been covered by the desert, hinting at something extraordinary.

Looking at the strange terrain, Tang San, weathered and with cracked lips, managed a grim smile, his tired eyes showing a glimmer of hope, his voice filled with joy: "Finally, the Yellow Spring Yin Sha Point."

Looking at the land, Tang San felt like he had found a treasure. He tied his remaining three camels, quickly unloaded their supplies, and opened a wooden box about half a meter in size.

The box contained various digging tools, a folding shovel, an assembly hammer, and other tools.

Tang San assembled the digging tools, found a shaded hill, led a camel over, and began to slaughter it for blood.

After over an hour of work, Tang San, having eaten and drunk his fill, finally rested. He would start working tonight.

A rhythmic breathing sound soon filled the air, indicating that Tang San had fallen asleep. The wind in the sky grew stronger, as if a sandstorm was about to come.

Night fell quickly, the world silent, with only the occasional wind blowing through the sky, stirring up the sand.

When Tang San woke up, he went to his destination.

Looking at the small area of yellow rocky land, about twenty to thirty square meters, he took a deep breath and began his work.

He held a steel shovel and a steel hammer, digging into the hard rocky land, trying to create a large hole.

After a long night, his gloved hands were almost bleeding, and he had dug a pit two meters deep and one meter wide.

Tang San then took out a book from his chest, its cover resembling human skin, made of unknown material, with three blood-red characters that were terrifying to look at.

"The Corpse Cultivation Scripture"

As Tang San read the three characters, it seemed to activate some mysterious power, a strange coldness rising around him, making the already cold Yellow Spring Yin Sha Point even colder.

Slowly opening "The Corpse Cultivation Scripture," a poem filled with death appeared before his eyes.

"Enter the Yellow Spring Point, no more descendants.

Soul trapped in the body, Yin Sha invades the spirit.

Daily agony, yearly torment.

After a thousand years, the corpse rises, shocking the world."

Looking at the poem, Tang San's eyes were complex: "I am about to die, and having no descendants is inevitable. Even if I suffer every day after death, as long as I can live again, I will accept it."

"The Corpse Cultivation Scripture" was a book Tang San had spent a fortune to find in a remote Taoist temple. He had long anticipated his illness and placed some hope in the occult. The discovery of this book was both a coincidence and a necessity.

Looking at "The Corpse Cultivation Scripture," Tang San took a deep breath, opened it, and began to construct the corpse cultivation point according to the instructions.

He had read the book countless times and knew it by heart, but he did not want any accidents, so he took it out again and carefully followed the instructions to build his own corpse point.

Three days later, Tang San finally completed the construction of the corpse point. The Yellow Spring Yin Sha Point looked the same as before but was filled with a strange aura. Red runes covered the ground, forming a blood-red yin-yang symbol. In the center, a small entrance stood, like a black abyss.

Tang San stood beside the Yellow Spring Yin Sha Point, looked at the sky, and calculated the time, thinking: "In three days, it will be the new moon, the time for me to enter the corpse point."

For the next three days, Tang San rested well, enjoying his peace, perhaps the last of his time.

Three days passed quickly. When the sun set, the world was dark, with only the stars and the Milky Way in the sky. Tang San, standing under the stars, took a deep breath and looked up, a deep longing flashing in his eyes: "I hope this is not the last time I see the endless night sky."

He was now completely naked, covered in blood-red rune tattoos.

These tattoos were done by a skilled tattoo artist at great expense.

The ink used was a potion as required by "The Corpse Cultivation Scripture." To gather the ingredients, Tang San spent millions. Today was the day to test the results.

Tang San, barefoot, stepped onto the cold sand, slowly walking to the Yellow Spring Yin Sha Point, and approached the corpse point he had dug.

He raised his right hand, holding a transparent glass bottle. Through the bottle, a silver liquid could be seen. This was a special mercury potion made according to "The Corpse Cultivation Scripture," which would prevent the body from decaying and was also the method of death. The body had to be poisoned by this potion to be used for corpse cultivation.

Looking at the potion, Tang San's eyes were complex, then a determined look flashed: "Death, a truly terrifying word, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up. Don't let me down, 'The Corpse Cultivation Scripture.'"

Closing his eyes, he drank the silver liquid in one gulp, took a step forward, and fell straight into the corpse point under the force of gravity. He felt a jolt as he reached the bottom of the corpse point.

Tang San quickly sat cross-legged, sitting in the corpse point, and reached out with his right hand to the right, touching the control mechanism of the corpse point. He pulled it with all his strength, and countless grains of sand and soil fell, quickly burying him.

At the same time, the silver liquid invaded his bloodstream, flowing through his veins to every part of his body, perfectly connecting the blood-red runes on his skin into a single entity.

His skin turned into a strange pattern of silver lines and blood-red runes.

His consciousness gradually faded, sinking into the darkness.

In a daze, Tang San's consciousness fell downward, and he lost all awareness.

Outside, as Tang San died, the Yellow Spring Yin Sha Point seemed to awaken. Sand and wind rushed in from all directions, quickly covering the area. Dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder rolled for miles, as if the heavens were enraged. After an hour, everything returned to calm, and the Yellow Spring Yin Sha Point, along with all traces of Tang San's presence, was buried by the desert, leaving no trace.

The world returned to peace, as if Tang San had never existed, and the Earth continued to rotate peacefully.

Thus: A ruthless and determined man, burying himself in the Yellow Spring to seek rebirth.

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