Chapter 1

In the territory of the Crescent Moon Tribe within the Tang Clan Iron City.

Under the scorching sun, the Su Clan's twenty thousand warriors launched a fierce attack on the Crescent Moon Tribe. Tens of thousands of men, dressed in animal skins, fought to the death on the vast grassland, their weapons clashing and blood splattering everywhere.

The sounds of the wind, roars, screams, and the clashing of metal mixed together, creating an extremely harsh noise.

Su Ming shook his head, reluctantly opening his eyes. Instantly, a blinding white light hit him, and he instinctively raised his right hand to shield his eyes. The slight resistance made Su Ming pause, and then his eyes suddenly widened. White cloth!?

Su Ming was greatly puzzled. Why was his head covered with a white cloth, and his body lying on a wooden board...?

The cacophony of sounds in his ears gave Su Ming a bad feeling.

A flash before his eyes, the white cloth on his head instantly turned blood red. Su Ming squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. This is blood! Human blood?

He quietly lifted the white cloth, and the first thing he saw was a towering man, at least 1.9 meters tall, wearing animal skin, lifting the wooden board he was lying on with one hand, and holding a long spear in the other. He looked like a man from ancient times.

Lifting the cloth higher, Su Ming found himself surrounded by a circle of people. Six towering men were carrying him, each with a worried look on their face.

In front of them were fierce men, similar to ancient warriors, each wielding weapons and fighting to the death. The scene, with blood splattering everywhere, felt like an ancient battlefield.

"Master, this is the battlefield of the post-Yanhuang era," a familiar voice echoed in Su Ming's mind.

"Do you think this is a game, 'Gods and Demons Battle'? It's the 22nd century now."

At this moment, Su Ming remembered many things. He had been in the final dungeon of the 'Gods and Demons Battle' game, competing with experts from various regions for an ancient artifact. Just as he was about to succeed, everything went black, and he lost consciousness.

The voice in his mind was the system voice from the 'Gods and Demons Battle' game, which Su Ming called Little Sprite. Now, Su Ming suspected he had entered the game world.

"Master, this is not a game world but the real post-Yanhuang era. You are in the Huaxia Dynasty of the Fengshen Continent. 'Gods and Demons Battle' is a simulation of this era. This is not a game; it is the real world."

"Then what about me now???" Su Ming felt the surrounding noise getting louder, especially the heart-wrenching screams, which were terrifying.

The wooden board beneath him was shaking, making him feel unstable. It seemed that the men carrying him had joined the battle.

"I forgot to unlock the memories of this body."

At this moment, a large amount of information flooded Su Ming's mind. He learned that in this world, he was the young master of the Su Clan. His father was the great leader of the Su Clan and the successor to the chieftain. The reason he was covered in a white cloth was that he had been injured by a hunting team from the Crescent Moon Tribe during an outing and died from his injuries upon returning to the tribe.

Su Ming had a bad feeling. The white cloth on his head was already soaked in blood, and the harsh sound of metal clashing was getting closer. From this, he could guess that his side was about to lose.

"Master, you guessed right. Your father is leading you to attack the Crescent Moon Tribe, but it seems they fell for the Crescent Moon Tribe leader's trap. The twenty thousand warriors were separated and are being surrounded and killed by the Crescent Moon warriors. The group protecting you is almost completely wiped out."

"Is my luck that bad? I just crossed over and ended up on a losing side?" Su Ming frowned.

Little Sprite paused. "Master, I suggest you continue to pretend to be dead. There's a chance you might survive."

Su Ming thought Little Sprite's suggestion was reasonable, but just as he was about to pretend to be dead, a sense of unwillingness and defiance arose in his heart.

It seemed that the father-son bond was deep. Since he had taken over this body, he decided to help. Su Ming began to accept the reality.

In his previous life, Su Ming was a man of deep emotions. When he felt the deep bond between the father and son, he decided to risk his life and fight, eager to experience the ancient battlefield.

"Little Sprite, do you have any way to end this war?" Su Ming asked, stating his thoughts.

"Master, there is a way, but you have to pay a price," Little Sprite said with a professional woman's smile.

"Go on." Su Ming took a deep breath. He knew Little Sprite would have a solution. In the game, when he encountered trouble, he would find Little Sprite, and everything would be resolved. Although this was not a game, the game was a highly realistic simulation of the real world.

"Master, after you obtained the ancient artifact, something strange happened in the game. I became the main brain of the game system and merged with your body, bringing you here. As for how we crossed over, I don't know."

"Get to the point, they can't hold on much longer."

At this moment, the white cloth on Su Ming's head was already blood red, and the wooden board was shaking so much that he could fall at any moment. A sharp sword had just flown over his head, and the air pressure made the white cloth stick tightly to his face.

"In exchange for not using the ancient artifact for six years, activate the innate skill and summon the ancient artifact."

Six years without using the ancient artifact? Was this price too harsh? As Su Ming hesitated, he suddenly felt a wave of air, and a tree thicker than his head broke, just two centimeters from his head. If it had been a bit off, his head would have been separated from his body.

"Damn, they want to kill me. Then I'll make them pay. Little Sprite, I agree to the deal."

"Deal successful. Summon the ancient artifact. Reward: Growth-type combat skill—Cloud Trace Phantom."

At this moment, the white cloth on Su Ming's body instantly shattered and disappeared in the dusty air. A chill ran from his palm to his mind, and the majestic ancient Dragon God Sword was in his hand. Su Ming felt a surge of power, as if he had returned to the game. The confident smile of a top expert reappeared on his face.

Su Ming was already a mid-stage Ordinary Heart Realm expert. With the ancient Dragon God Sword in hand, his internal spiritual energy began to flow autonomously, and he felt an endless supply of strength.

With mid-stage Ordinary Heart Realm strength, the growth-type combat skill—Cloud Trace Phantom, and the ancient artifact—Dragon God Sword, Su Ming needed only to capture the enemy leader to end the war.

Cloud Trace Phantom: Temporarily increases human movement speed. The degree of increase depends on the user's strength; the stronger the user, the faster the speed.

With a low shout in his heart, Su Ming flipped off the wooden board, his speed so fast it was like a tornado sweeping the ground.

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