Chapter 1

In the sky nine heavens high, a myriad of rays of light shone, flames surged, and fire dragons rolled. Tornadoes howled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, with myriad swords crisscrossing and surging floods like prehistoric beasts.

Each force contained the power to destroy the world, as if the heavens themselves were about to shatter.

At the center of these forces stood a man, tall and imposing like a god or demon.

He was of imposing stature, with a stern face and a cold smile on his lips. His black hair danced in the wind, and he wore a dark armor with a black cloak billowing behind him.

The man laughed aloud to the sky, "Ha ha ha, good, very good." His voice echoed through the heavens.

"Emperor Aurora Ji Ye-hao!"

"Emperor Flame Wan Gu-qiu!"

"Emperor Wind Ming Yang-tian!"

"Emperor Thunder Ao Lai-xing!"

"Emperor Sword Yue Xiao!"

"Emperor Water Gu Fei-yue!"

One by one, the names were shouted out by the man. If anyone heard them, they would be extremely shocked. These names belonged to the peak existences of the Tianheng Continent, capable of controlling the lives of millions with a single thought.

"You all have truly excellent skills, excellent schemes, and excellent plans!" the man continued to sneer, then his face turned abnormally cold, and he roared in rage, "If I, Yumen, do not die today, I will make sure you all fall into my Yumen Hell, suffering the pain of being devoured by ghosts for all eternity." His voice thundered, echoing for a long time in the heavens and earth.

"Hmph, no more nonsense, hand over the Source of All Things, and I will leave you a whole corpse!" A voice snorted, and suddenly the entire world darkened.

The Source of All Things, said to hold the secret of becoming a god, emerged from the ancient wasteland three months ago. It was rumored that this object ultimately fell into the hands of Emperor Yumen.

Yumen looked up and saw a towering mountain suddenly appear in the sky, pressing down on him. "Emperor Mountain Duan Xing-yu!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

One by one, cold shouts of killing came from all directions, and all the forces capable of destroying the heavens and earth erupted, rushing towards Yumen. In an instant, the sky shattered, the earth shook, and space distorted.

"Roar!"

...

In Cangyue City, the sun was high in the sky. A carriage was speeding down the street, causing the ground to tremble. Pedestrians hurriedly moved out of the way, cursing and shouting, but when they noticed the pattern carved on the carriage, their faces immediately changed, and they fell silent.

"Get out of the way, all of you, get out of the way! If you don't, you deserve to be run over!" The driver, wielding a whip, roared at the crowd. His arrogant and reckless demeanor made it clear that the lives of the common people meant nothing to him.

Indeed, compared to the noble person in the carriage, their lives were nothing. If they delayed the noble person's time or important matters, they would not be able to make up for it even if they lost their heads ten times over.

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

The carriage sped forward, and wave after wave of pedestrians hurriedly moved out of the way.

Among them were a brother and sister, both young and dressed in rough clothes.

"Brother, what's wrong? The carriage is coming, let's run!" The little girl, who looked only six or seven years old, had a worried expression on her innocent face. She was crying and shaking her brother's arm, who was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

But the boy stood there as if in a trance, motionless, with a blank expression.

The originally crowded pedestrians scattered, and the crowded street suddenly became wide open, leaving only the brother and sister standing alone.

"Get out! You two brats, get out!" The driver roared, and as the carriage approached the brother and sister, he showed no signs of stopping. Instead, he whipped the black horses even harder.

At this moment, many people were terrified, and some did not want to see the bloody scene that was about to happen, covering their eyes with their hands.

"Brother! Brother! No, brother!" The little girl was even more frightened, her face turning pale. She cried and instinctively hugged the boy, burying her face in his chest.

The black horses were about to collide with the brother and sister, and the driver's face was twisted in a cruel expression.

"Roar!" At this moment, the boy, who had been standing blankly, suddenly roared!

"Neigh!" With a roar, the black horse that was about to hit the two siblings reared up, its front hooves flailing, and then stomped down hard, stopping its run just a few centimeters from the siblings.

The people on both sides of the street watched in shock, many of them with their hearts in their throats.

"This is... I... I have been reborn!" The boy's blank expression disappeared, and a wave of joy washed over him.

He laughed inwardly, "Ha ha ha, I! Emperor Yumen! I am back!"

"Those trash emperors, who coveted the Source of All Things I obtained from the ancient wasteland, joined forces to set up a shocking killing array to destroy me. I should have been completely annihilated, but I didn't expect to be reborn." Memories flooded the boy's mind, merging with his original memories. In this life, he was called Shi Feng, and he was fifteen years old.

Shi Feng reached out and gently patted the back of the girl in his arms. The girl, like a frightened deer, clung tightly to him, burying her face deeply in his chest. He could feel her trembling, clearly still in shock.

This girl was his only sister in this life, Shi Ling, who was seven years old.

"Ling-er, don't be afraid. With your brother here, no one will dare to bully you anymore."

Shi Feng whispered softly to Shi Ling, then his face turned cold, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes as he lifted his head.

"Dog scum, die for me!" The driver, who had already mounted the horse, waved his long whip, fiercely lashing down at Shi Feng and his sister.

The whip descended rapidly, causing a "crack" sound in the air. If it hit human flesh, it would surely cause severe injuries.

"Looking for death!" Shi Feng snorted in anger, picked up Shi Ling, and kicked the ground with his right foot, causing both of them to leap back half a meter, narrowly avoiding the blow. However, when they landed, Shi Feng's body continued to retreat, stopping only after a meter.

After carefully examining his current body, Shi Feng felt a wave of helplessness and sighed inwardly, "This body is too weak."

In his previous life, as Emperor Yumen, his Yumen Body was invincible to all magic, and a single step could cause the earth to shake and mountains to crumble. How could it compare to this untrained body?

"Yah! You two dog scum, how dare you dodge!" The driver, seeing that his whip had not hit, was furious.

"Hmph!" Suddenly, a cold snort came from the carriage, and the curtain was lifted. A young man in a white robe stepped out.

Immediately, a commotion broke out on both sides of the street.

"Look, look, that robe, and the emblem on the right shoulder, it's... it's actually an Alchemist, a Second-Rank Alchemist!"

"It's really... an Alchemist!"

"The Hai family actually invited a Second-Rank Alchemist!"

"Heaven, it's really true!"

...

An Alchemist, a master of alchemy and artifact refinement, was a transcendent existence on the Tianheng Continent.

The Tianheng Continent was a world that revered martial power, where the strong were respected and countless martial artists existed. However, the mystic artifacts used by martial artists and the various miraculous elixirs they consumed were all refined by Alchemists, highlighting the noble and transcendent status of Alchemists.

To become an Alchemist, one needed not only outstanding talent and insight but also extraordinary soul power and sensitivity. In short, it was a high threshold that ordinary people could not enter.

In Cangyue City, where Shi Feng was, there were a few Alchemists, but the highest rank was only First-Rank, and they were treated like ancestors by major forces, who humbly begged them to refine mystic artifacts and elixirs.

Now, one of the four major forces in Cangyue City, the Hai family, had invited a Second-Rank Alchemist, causing a stir in the city.

"Ah!" The furious driver suddenly heard the cold snort behind him, and his whole body trembled, causing him to shiver in fear. He quickly dismounted, bowed his head, and respectfully stood below the young man, calling out, "Lord Ming An."

Alchemist Ming An had a dark face, his eyes full of killing intent. He coldly shouted, "You dog slave, what's going on? You can't even drive a carriage steadily. Open your dog eyes and look!"

As Ming An spoke, he extended his long, white, woman-like hand. The driver looked and his pupils contracted sharply, causing him to kneel on the ground, trembling, "Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me, I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

Ming An's right little finger had a small crack in the nail.

"Hmph!" Ming An coldly snorted, "When we get to the Hai family, have your lord skin you."

"Ah, no, Lord! Please forgive me, forgive me." The driver begged, repeatedly hitting his head on the ground, his forehead already covered in blood. He suddenly remembered something, lifted his head, and pointed to the front of the carriage, "Lord, it's all because of these two dog scum. They blocked your path, and the carriage stopped suddenly."

"Little brother, you two run away quickly, be careful, these are people you can't provoke." A middle-aged man in the crowd, seeing the situation, quickly warned Shi Feng.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pulled aside by a companion, who whispered, "Hey, what are you meddling in? Do you want to die? You dare to meddle in this? Be careful, you'll lose your whole family."

The middle-aged man, hearing this, wanted to say something more but, considering the identities of these people and thinking of his parents, wife, and children, could only let out a helpless sigh.

Shi Feng saw and heard everything that was happening around him and in front of him. He gently set Shi Ling down and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips. He slowly said in a loud voice, "Second-Rank Alchemist? What a load of crap, so what?"

"Whoa!" Instantly, a series of gasps echoed on both sides of the street, and people's eyes widened in shock. The voice and words just now seemed so unreal that people wondered if they were dreaming.

After saying this, Shi Feng slowly walked forward, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a small hand. "Brother, let's go home, I'm scared."

Looking at the gentle, pitiful face and the big, watery eyes, Shi Feng reached out and gently stroked her, saying softly, "Ling-er, be good, don't run around here. I'll take you home in a moment." Shi Feng then gently pulled his hand out of Shi Ling's small hand.