Chapter 1

In the desolate sandy land, deep within the netherworld's heart, there was an ancient temple.

"Finally found it," a tall, thin youth exclaimed joyfully, standing before a mysterious ancient stele. His feet were clad in tattered crocodile skin shoes, and his body was dressed in a set of noble clothes that had been washed until they were almost white. The youth tried to maintain the demeanor of a high-ranking noble, but could not hide his malnourished, sallow complexion.

Facing the ancient stele, which seemed to exude a malevolent aura, a hint of panic flashed in the youth's eyes, revealing a weak demeanor.

The dim light in the secret temple made the atmosphere even more terrifying. The youth resisted the urge to turn and run, and bowed deeply to the ancient stele: "Unworthy descendant, paying respects to the ancestors." His expression was full of panic, as if he were paying respects to an ancient beast.

The dark ancient stele emitted an indescribable aura of savagery, like a living ancient monster. The无形的威慑力 almost made the youth kneel. If not for the family's strict rule of 'never kneeling,' he would have already fallen to the ground, face pressed to the earth, unable to rise under the overwhelming pressure.

"Unworthy descendant has failed again." The youth lowered his head in dejection, like a man who had lost everything, and mournfully told his ancestors: "Sixteen times, I have tried sixteen times, but still cannot awaken my magic power. As the last descendant of a thousand-year-old family, I have disgraced the family name. Over a decade, many things have changed, but my innate abilities remain the same, incurable... Sometimes I really doubt whether I am a descendant of the thousand-year-old family."

Tears welled up in his eyes. The youth felt immense guilt, and his panic gradually turned to sorrow.

"Ancestors, I have no hope in this life. The family's remaining assets are not enough to sustain me for half a year. To survive, I must take a desperate risk." The youth took a black mystic stone from his pocket, his expression complex.

The black mystic stone was dotted with starlight, like a miniature universe, black as night, dotted with stars.

"This seed core is a forbidden item of the family. Today, the unworthy descendant will use it to gamble. As the last member of a thousand-year-old family, I have no choice. I would rather die in an experiment than starve to death. Ancestors, my innate abilities are not strong, but I am confident in my knowledge of ancient texts. I have studied this seed core for six years and four months, and I believe I can fuse with it today... Please protect me, ancestors!" The youth bowed deeply again, and whispered, "If it fails, I will join you in the afterlife."

He adjusted his noble attire, trying to present a dignified demeanor.

The youth set up a strange pattern, like pieces on a chessboard.

The pattern was complete.

The energy in the air subtly shifted, forming a small vortex.

At this moment, the secret temple became even darker.

The youth was thin and weak, not like someone from a wealthy family. His ancient noble attire was already washed white, and the style was not that of any modern noble. The title of 'thousand-year-old family' he mentioned... was unheard of.

The Magic Era.

The four royal families of wind, fire, water, and earth ruled the star system. The nobles with seven different eye colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet—assisted the royal families in governing their subjects. Below the nobles were some powerful families with awakened magic or excellent genes, governing various regions.

The name of the thousand-year-old family did not exist now, nor did it appear in ancient records.

Who was this youth?

"The ancient magic array is complete." A hint of hesitation flashed in the youth's eyes, followed by a look of panic. The black stone in his hand seemed to draw out his soul. After several deep breaths, the youth barely regained his composure and said resolutely to the ancient stele, "Ancestors, please protect your descendant. The last spark of the thousand-year-old family... depends on this attempt today."

Before the ancient stele.

The youth cut his hands and drew lines with blood, forming a blood array. The black mystic stone in the center glowed strangely, as if waiting for something.

After being touched by blood.

It immediately emitted an indescribable aura of terror, like a slumbering demon about to awaken!

"I will succeed," the youth whispered to himself. He thought, over the years, he had not awakened his magic, but he had studied ancient texts to a level no one could match. There must be a 'fifth' type of magic in the world, besides wind, fire, water, and earth. It didn't matter if no one believed it; he had to believe it himself.

Believe in himself, and once he activated and fused with this power, everything would change.

The blood array came to life, and the mystic stone glowed purple.

A deep rumble echoed, and the ancient temple's foundation shook. The moment the blood array activated, the black mystic stone suddenly burst with a shocking amount of energy, gathering toward the array's master. The terrifying aura in the temple increased a hundredfold, like a thousand ghosts breaking free from their prison.

At this moment.

"Ah, don't come over..." The destructive energy burst, and the youth, a genius in academia, stepped back in terror. He lacked the bravery of a warrior.

Just one step.

The youth had already stepped out of the blood array.

At the same moment... the entire ancient temple was bathed in the strongest purple light, like a purple sun shining overhead. The surging energy turned into a chaotic supercurrent, impacting the entire temple, even tearing and distorting the air.

In this situation.

Although he had not completely failed, the youth knew that his momentary cowardice had cost him the best opportunity. Just like his previous attempts, his timid nature had once again been the root of his failure. For a moment, he seemed to hear the familiar mocking voice: "Coward, no matter how many times you try, you will never become a warrior. You, a coward, will always be a waste, no, not even a waste, but a piece of trash, hahaha..."

The violent energy impact caused the indestructible ancient stele to crack.

Black fragments fell to the ground.

The youth seemed to see the tears of his ancestors... tears of anger at his lack of effort.

"Ancestors..."

The vast energy raged, and the youth, standing at the center of the storm, tears streaming down his face. This should have been the flow of magic fusion, but now it had turned into a deadly flood. A hint of cowardice had extinguished his hope and cost him his life, even disturbing the resting ancestors. As the last bloodline of the thousand-year-old family, he had not inherited the fearless spirit of a warrior and was far inferior to ordinary people.

How tragic.

"I am a genius in academia..." In the energy invasion, the youth's body gradually turned purple, and in the face of life and death, a last glimmer of supreme confidence flashed in his eyes.

He extended his hand, emitting purple energy.

A strange gesture.

As if summoning a distant relative.

"This ancient secret technique... no one has ever succeeded before. But I, will definitely succeed." At this moment, the youth's eyes were filled with boundless confidence, like a god of wisdom. He harnessed the violent energy, forcefully creating nine-dimensional wormholes in space. The purple magic energy poured in, as if exploring something.

After a moment.

The youth finally smiled in satisfaction, like a child who had found his favorite toy. He slowly closed his eyes and whispered, "Ancestors, the unworthy descendant is here to accompany you. But please rest assured, the thousand-year-old family will never fade."

Immediately after.

The black mystic stone completely disintegrated, and the surging energy exploded, washing over the entire ancient temple.

Everything in the ancient temple was destroyed and shattered.

After a long time...

After a long time...

A thin figure slowly rose from the dust. His body was like purple jade, without a single scratch or blemish. When he stood, there was a faint sense of a ghost or god being reborn. When the 'youth' raised his head, his eyes were a bit dazed but still sharp and fierce. Looking at the vast ruins of the ancient temple, the broken altar, the collapsed foundation, the shattered tools and machinery... the scene before him was like the aftermath of a hurricane, and he felt a strange sensation.

Inside the ancient temple, there were illusions created by some force, distorting the space.

In several areas.

The space had become bent, transparent glass, allowing a view of the unknown depths. In a moment, these 'dimensional caves' disappeared without a trace.

"Ah."

The youth cried out in pain, clutching his head and closing his eyes. Countless pieces of knowledge were being injected into his mind. At this moment, the vast energy in the ancient temple seemed to have found its correct target. It surged like a tidal wave, pouring into the youth's body. The energy was even more violent than before, like an ancient beast that had broken free from its restraints.

However.

This time... the youth, whose head was throbbing, shouted fiercely, "A mere lightning force, dare to disrupt me... Get lost!"

No more cowardice.

A sudden display of martial prowess.

The youth's eyes became sharp like an eagle's, and his presence fierce like a tiger's.

The surging energy, like a heavenly beast, pressed down step by step. The youth stood tall and unyielding, undaunted by the storm. The energy in the ancient temple seemed to be engaged in a life-or-death struggle. The strange energy squeezed into the youth's body, and he faced it without fear. In the energy field, which was like a sea vortex, the youth gradually stabilized his stance, gaining the upper hand.

Perhaps, only a person with such a transcendent will could possess this supreme power.

Five moments later.

"Ha!" The youth exhaled sharply, sending dust flying. His face showed the expression of a conqueror, like a great navigator who had conquered the 'endless sea.'

At this moment.

A new memory, the memory of a genius student, was integrated into the youth's mind.

Slowly awakening.

The youth's expression was strange.

Thousand-year-old family... Blue Sea Star... Blue Star Alliance... Seed core... Magic... Martial arts... Nobility... Citizens... Lower-class poor...

As the memory revived, he knew that person was gone forever.

Lifting his hands, the youth looked at his fine, pale skin, which was not even covered by the dust. He gently removed the purple crystal glasses from his eyes, threw them to the ground, and looked at his reflection, saying with a self-mocking tone, "It turns out you, like me, were an outcast. We really have a connection. I'm also called Du Nan, though I'm not from this planet."

As 'Du Nan' spoke, he crushed the purple crystal glasses with his foot.

He touched his unsatisfactory, thin body, and murmured, "I was puzzled why my martial path attracted a lightning strike so quickly. It turns out it was your doing. Thank you. That body, deeply poisoned by the Japanese, had reached its limit. I will cherish this body and train it to be a hundred times stronger. As for your wish..."

Du Nan examined the faint purple patterns on his body.

He lightly wiped his hand.

A lightning glow flickered and danced on his skin.

"I will fulfill your wish. In my previous life, I was the strongest warrior on that planet. In this life, I will be no different." At this moment, Du Nan exuded an unprecedented, awe-inspiring presence. He was a world apart from the weak, bookish youth.

Now, he was a fierce beast, ready to devour.

Du Nan clenched his right hand into a fist, as if it could crush the void: "Rest in peace, as long as I am here, the thousand-year-old family will never fade."