Chapter 1

Fenzhen, a small town located on the westernmost edge of Zhen Tian Kingdom, stands by the Jueyou Forest, nestled against the Wanren Mountains. In the vast ancient Yōu Continent, there are countless small towns, like grains of sand in a river, and Fenzhen is just one of them.

As early winter arrived, the cold at night in the Wanren Mountains was intense, with a thick layer of frost covering the ground.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill all the humans hiding in the Wanren Mountains."

"Not a single one should be left! We must find that thing; it must be on one of the humans."

"Humans are our mortal enemies! When you encounter a human, kill them without mercy! That thing is a divine object and must not fall into human hands."

Thud, thud...

In the cold, misty mountains, terrifying figures moved about. There were skeletal soldiers of the Bone Clan, their bones white and moving swiftly; ghostly spirits of the Ghost Clan, their forms like mist, screeching as they darted around; and snake demons of the Demon Clan, with human heads and snake bodies, their faces alluring yet their tongues long and forked.

Wherever these monsters went, there were countless dismembered bodies and rivers of blood, all of them human corpses.

"There are humans on the north side of the mountain." A ghostly spirit looked toward the north side of the Wanren Mountains, its eyes glowing with a sinister light, and it roared fiercely.

A group of terrifying figures darted through the air, rushing toward the north side of the Wanren Mountains.

The north side of the Wanren Mountains was a sheer cliff, with a steep mountain wall. If an ordinary person fell from the cliff, they would certainly be crushed to death.

On a rock on the north side of the cliff, Qin Mo, dressed in a gray robe, with white hair, sat cross-legged. He listened to the chilling cries coming from the distance, but his face remained calm, showing no sorrow or joy.

The cold at the mountain peak was intense, and frost covered Qin Mo's white hair. His eyes were indifferent, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life. Though his aged face was weary, his sword-like eyebrows, which slanted into his temples, hinted at his youthful handsomeness.

"The Bone Clan, Ghost Clan, and Demon Clan have wreaked havoc on the ancient Yōu Continent for 30 years, and countless humans have been slaughtered. How hateful! I, Qin Mo, am just a mediocre person, having lived a life of mediocrity for 60 years, unable even to protect the ruins of my hometown." Qin Mo clenched his fists, his eyes burning with hatred, his body trembling, and his breathing becoming rapid.

Looking at the faint outline of the town in the distance, the ruins of Fenzhen, Qin Mo's heart was filled with turmoil. He recalled his 60 years of rugged experiences, and memories of the past flooded his mind like clouds.

...

Born into one of the three major families in Fenzhen, the Qin family, Qin Mo was the grandson of the family patriarch, Qin Zhengxing. From a young age, he displayed extraordinary talent in cultivation, recognized as a martial genius in Fenzhen.

At the age of 6, he had already cultivated his true qi to the ninth level of a martial disciple, breaking the record in Fenzhen for a hundred years and earning the title of the first genius of Fenzhen. However, after that, misfortune struck, and for no apparent reason, his cultivation stagnated, unable to advance any further.

As time passed, the halo of genius faded, and he endured ridicule from others.

...

At the age of 14.

A change occurred in the Qin family. The patriarch's line clashed with another branch of the family, and Qin Mo was inevitably drawn into the conflict.

While hunting in the Wanren Mountains, he was ambushed and severely injured by members of the other branch of the family. He was thrown off the cliff of the Wanren Mountains, falling into a cave. Although he survived the ordeal, his dantian was shattered, his limbs were broken, and most of his meridians were severed.

Afterward, his grandfather, Qin Huizhong, did his best to save him, but his dantian and meridians could not be restored. From then on, Qin Mo became a "mediocre person."

"Mediocre person" is the term used in the ancient Yōu Continent to refer to a useless person.

...

At the age of 20.

That night, the Qinglian Mountain in the ancient Yōu Continent collapsed, the sky tore apart, and a giant hand descended, its ferocity like a prison, causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split. Half of Zhen Tian Kingdom was destroyed, and Fenzhen was consumed by black flames.

In the sky, a beautiful woman with a phoenix mark on her forehead, wielding a three-meter jade halberd, exuded a powerful aura. In the end, her body was covered in blood as she carried him away from the dire situation.

"Brother Mo, if you weren't a useless person, and could fight alongside Xiaoxiao to save the family in times of crisis, how wonderful that would be." The woman, with tears in her eyes, drifted away.

Qin Mo knelt in the mountains, his heart filled with sorrow, and he let out a fierce howl that shook the heavens and the earth.

...

At the age of 30.

The ancient Yōu Continent was in chaos, with the Demon Clan, Ghost Clan, and Bone Clan joining forces, leading to endless wars. The human race was in peril, and Qin Mo fled for his life.

At the ruins of Qinglian Mountain, geniuses from various clans competed for treasures, and Qin Mo survived the chaos. By chance, he saved a world-renowned swordsman.

Xiao Xuechen of the Xiao family, born with a sword soul, her three-foot-long soul blade moved the heavens, a peerless beauty and a sword immortal!

Such a remarkable person fell in love with him, a mediocre person. Her sword soul developed a flaw, ultimately leading to a ten-year sword calamity, and she vanished from the world.

"Mo, don't feel guilty. Being with you, I have no regrets in this life." Before she disappeared, she smiled faintly and passed away.

In the midst of a snowstorm, Qin Mo held her gradually cold body, spitting out blood, and feeling a deep, heart-wrenching pain.

...

At the age of 60.

Qin Mo spent 30 years, enduring countless hardships, crossing the Black Blood Desert on foot, and reaching the foot of Mito Mountain. He pleaded with the Imperial Soul Venerable to activate the Xuantian Mirror, which could know all things, hoping to exchange his life for the life of his beloved.

Moved by Qin Mo's sincerity, the Imperial Soul Venerable finally agreed to his request.

At the peak of Mito Mountain, the Xuantian Mirror was activated. Qin Mo did not find a way to revive his beloved, but he learned the secret of his body.

Dazhan Holy Body!

The Dazhan Holy Body, according to legend, in ancient times, those with this constitution became unparalleled warriors, invincible. However, after a great change in the world, those with the Dazhan Holy Body seemed to be cursed by heaven, their cultivation stopping at the ninth level of a martial disciple, unable to advance further.

The Xuantian Mirror revealed the method to activate the Dazhan Holy Body. However, this method could only be effective if performed before the age of 16.

Unfortunately, Qin Mo was already 60 years old, far past the age of 16, and it was too late.

Subsequently, the mysterious Xuantian Mirror transported Qin Mo back to Fenzhen. He returned to his hometown with a heart full of regret, intending to spend his remaining days there.

However, he did not expect that soon after, in the ruins of Fenzhen, he would be attacked by the three clans again, fleeing to the peak of the Wanren Mountains.

...

Memories of his life flooded his mind, swirling and churning. Suddenly, a terrifying cry interrupted his thoughts.

Not far away, the shadows of ghostly spirits appeared, followed by skeletal soldiers of the Bone Clan and snake demons of the Demon Clan, rushing toward Qin Mo.

"Who would have thought that I, Qin Mo, after a life of hardship, would die in this place." Qin Mo sighed inwardly and stood up.

This place—the north side of the Wanren Mountains—was where he was betrayed by his family at the age of 14.

Turning to face the three clans rushing toward him, Qin Mo's expression was indifferent. He leaped from the cliff, plummeting down the sheer drop.

The howling wind in his ears nearly suffocated him, and images of his grandfather, his sister, and the beautiful face of his lifelong love flashed through his mind...

"Heaven, how unjust you are! Why, in my twilight years, did you let me know that I possess the Dazhan Holy Body, and then let me know the method to activate it..."

Facing the fierce mountain wind, Qin Mo roared wildly, his vision going black as he lost consciousness.

...

Drip...

A clear sound of dripping water echoed in his ears. Qin Mo felt a splitting headache, and every inch of his flesh and bone felt as if being torn by a blade. The excruciating pain made him want to scream.

Am I dead?

This thought first flashed through his mind, but the piercing pain in his body told him the truth—he was still alive. Just like when he fell from the cliff at the age of 14, he had survived again.

But what good is it to live like this?

I am the most useless person in the Qin family. Why does fate torment me so, letting me survive until now?

Drip...

Another clear sound of dripping water startled Qin Mo from his chaotic thoughts. He opened his eyes and found himself in a cave. He was leaning against the wall, and in the center of the cave floor, there was a depression where water dripped from the ceiling, forming a small pool.

"This cave!"

Qin Mo's eyes widened. He was so familiar with the surroundings; this was the cave where he had suffered for three days and three nights after falling from the cliff at the age of 14.

Instinctively, he looked down. Instead of his gray robe, he saw tattered, bloodstained green martial attire, the uniform of the third generation of the Qin family.

More shockingly, this was clearly the body of a teenager.

Could it be...

Qin Mo's body trembled. He tried to stand but stumbled and fell forward. He realized his injuries were severe, his limbs broken, his dantian damaged, and most of his meridians severed, just like when he was betrayed and fell from the cliff at the age of 14.

Lying on the ground, he looked at the pool of water in front of him. Clenching his teeth and enduring the pain, he dragged his body across the ground, leaving a long trail of blood, and finally reached the pool of water in the center of the cave.

The clear water reflected a face covered in blood, but it was clearly the face of a teenager.

This is Qin Mo, the face of Qin Mo at the age of 14!

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Lying by the pool, Qin Mo's body curled up, the piercing pain spreading throughout his body, a burning sensation in his chest making him want to howl to the sky. But what came out of his mouth was a weak, hoarse voice.

"14 years old, have I returned to 14 years old..."

Qin Mo's face twisted, a mix of joy and sorrow, a mix of laughter and tears. In countless midnight dreams, he had fantasized about this moment, returning to his youth.

Now, this moment had become real!

Moreover, a nameless incantation deeply etched in his mind could break the curse of the Dazhan Holy Body and transform his body.