Chapter 1

At the beginning of the 9301st year of the Tianxuan Continent, the world was in chaos, with various forces entangled and conflicts incessant. However, no single force could unify the continent and bring peace. The prolonged turmoil led to a scattered and chaotic society, with demons rampant, and the rise and fall of forces often happening in an instant, giving rise to countless grudges and enmities.

Despite the bloodshed on the Tianxuan Continent, there were always four great families standing at the pinnacle, overlooking the world. They did not participate in the continent's conflicts, did not seize territories, and no one dared to provoke them. They were solely focused on seeking higher realms.

The Dongfang Family, located in the eastern part of the Tianxuan Continent, was known for its mastery of the Nine Palace Overlord Saber Technique.

The Nangong Family, located in the southern part of the Tianxuan Continent, was known for its mastery of the Southern Bright Fire Technique.

The Ximen Family, located in the western part of the Tianxuan Continent, was known for its mastery of the Lone Sword Heart Technique.

The Beiming Family, located in the northern part of the Tianxuan Continent, was known for its mastery of the Ice Seal Snow Dance Technique.

These four great families were collectively known as the "Eastern Saber, Western Sword, Southern Fire, Northern Water," and also as the "Saber Forest, Sword Rain, Water and Fire without Mercy."

The cultivation levels on the Tianxuan Continent were divided into twelve stages: Meridian Opening, Postnatal, Prenatal, Transformation, Spirit Core, Breaking the Boundaries, Spirit Communication, Earth Spirit, Heaven Spirit, Reincarnation, Divine Crossing, and Saint Transformation. Each stage was further divided into nine levels, with three levels forming a segment:初级, 中级, and 高级 (初级:初级, 中级:中级, 高级:高级).

The martial arts and techniques were divided into four grades: Firefly, Starlight, Moonlight, and Sunlight, with each grade further divided into low, medium, and high quality.

Weapons were divided into four ranks, each with nine stars: Mundane, Mystical, Spirit, and Lifebound.

Qingxia Town was located on the western border of the Great Qin Kingdom, directly under the jurisdiction of the New Moon City of the Great Wasteland Prefecture.

The Lin Family Manor was a prominent clan in Qingxia Town, but that was only in the past. Now, the Lin Family Manor was increasingly dilapidated and no longer as prosperous as it once was. Only the grand manor could still faintly prove that this family had once been flourishing.

It was deep winter, and night had fallen. The lanterns hanging in the corridor occasionally swayed in the biting cold wind, their lights flickering like stars.

At this moment, in the room of a small courtyard, a three-year-old child, wrapped in a blanket pulled from the bed, held his chubby face with his white and tender little hands, looking up at the bright crescent moon hanging in the sky. If one looked closely at the child's eyes, one could see that they did not reflect the innocence of a child of the same age. Instead, there was a faint sense of沧桑 (沧桑:沧桑) and bewilderment, a look that did not belong to someone of his age. The child was named Lin Qingchen, the third-generation eldest grandson of the Lin Family.

In fact, he had another identity that only he knew. It had been three years since he came to this world. When he read novels before, the main characters were always excited when they arrived in a new world, eager to show off and crush others. However, he did not feel that way at all; he just wanted to go back.

Through various channels over the years, he had come to understand that this world was not as simple as he thought. It was dangerous, and he could die, especially as a foreigner. The thought of it made him feel very bleak. He always felt out of place in this world, like a discarded person, lonely, isolated, and helpless.

People often said that the four great joys of life were: a long drought followed by rain, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night, and passing the imperial exams. He never thought that meeting an old friend in a foreign land was a joy, but now he truly understood it. If he could meet someone from the same place, it would be a great joy.

Thinking about this, he shook his head in frustration, trying to throw these thoughts out of his mind. It was no use dwelling on them. No matter what had brought him to this world, he knew it would not be easy to go back. He might die one day, but even if that happened, he would still try. No matter how difficult the road ahead, he had to go back.

He had many people he cared about, and he had suddenly vanished, leaving them worried. Every time he thought about this, his heart ached, because he feared that even if he returned, the people he cared about might no longer be there...

He needed to focus on cultivation to achieve his goals. Worrying now would not help. With this in mind, he pulled off the blanket, waved his white and tender little hands, and a gust of air extinguished the lamp. He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to practice his cultivation technique...

Days passed as Lin Qingchen cultivated and learned more about the continent. In the blink of an eye, he was already five years old.

The cold wind was fierce, and snow was falling heavily, covering the world in a blanket of white. Winter had been long, and the night was deep and quiet, with only the snowflakes falling softly. Inside the room, it was warm like spring.

Lin Qingchen was alone, sitting cross-legged with his hands in a seal in front of him. His face was calm, but his brows were tightly furrowed, and his body was drenched in sweat. It seemed he was at a critical point in his cultivation. He could feel the signs of a breakthrough. The postnatal qi in his body was boiling like a pot, circulating and compressing in his meridians. Each cycle made the true qi more condensed, and as the quantity decreased, the quality increased. Finally, the true qi was compressed and condensed to a certain degree, and it began to transform...

After nine cycles, the true qi was completely transformed into prenatal qi. The floor was wet with sweat, which had formed a circle around his body. At the moment the true qi was fully compressed and refined, Lin Qingchen relaxed, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort. His body felt lighter and more comfortable than ever before.

He opened his eyes and checked his body, finding it drenched in sweat. He took a bath with the warm water that had been heated, and as he did, he pondered his future plans.

Lin Qingchen knew that to survive and establish himself in this unfamiliar world, he needed not only powerful strength but also a force of his own.

Even if his family was once powerful, it was not as important as his own strength and the power he could control. Besides, his family was already in decline, and he could not rely on their influence. The only way was to enhance his strength to deal with the potential changes in this chaotic world...

He had been able to cultivate on his own since he was three years old, and now at five, he had reached the prenatal stage. He did not know how talented he was, but in this small place, it was enough.

Moreover, the cultivation technique he practiced was of an unknown level. He had a feeling that it might be higher than the highest-level techniques on the continent. The technique he practiced was called the Supreme Technique, which he found in a book in his mind. The book contained all the knowledge of cultivation.

If he had to describe it with one word, he would say it was like an encyclopedia. Since he became conscious, he felt it existed in his mind, and a voice seemed to tell him that it was prepared for him, and he should continue to cultivate.

Calculating the time, his mother should be coming. Suddenly, Lin Qingchen sensed footsteps outside the door. In the next moment, he got into bed, covered himself with the blanket, closed his eyes, and breathed evenly, occasionally smacking his lips, looking like he was already asleep.

The door creaked open, and a slender figure quietly entered. Lin Qingchen closed his eyes and smiled happily. As the figure approached, he felt a warm and tender feeling in his heart. The person was none other than his mother, Xie Ningyu.

Xie Ningyu, dressed in a thick cotton robe, had a beautiful and gentle face. She blocked the door to keep the cold out and gently closed it to protect her precious son.

She walked quietly to the bed, looking at her sleeping son with a happy smile. She put her hand inside her robe to warm it before gently touching her son's face, her face filled with happiness.

Sitting by the bed, she watched her son sleep, her eyes full of love. She leaned down and gently kissed his forehead, then carefully placed his hand under the blanket and tucked him in before reluctantly leaving the room.

As the door closed softly, Xie Ningyu left the room, but her presence lingered, warm and sweet...

Lin Qingchen quietly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp. With his prenatal-level perception, he clearly knew every detail of his mother's entry. His heart was deeply touched.

At this moment, the word "mother" became sacred in his heart, and it completely overlapped with Xie Ningyu!

For the first time, he felt a sense of belonging to this world. When he first arrived, he felt out of place, lonely, and isolated, as if he were alone in a world. Over the past five years, the constant care from this woman had changed his heart. His mindset began to shift, and he felt a subtle but real connection in his heart. He realized that he was not alone in this world; he had family, and he belonged here.

In the other world, he had never felt this way, but in this world, he deeply experienced it. At this moment, he decided to not only strive to return but also to protect his family in this chaotic world.

He closed his eyes again, as if deeply asleep. If one looked closely, they would see a sense of relief on his face, as if he had let go of something and felt lighter than ever before.