Chapter 1

The autumn wind rustled through the air.

In the vast, uninhabited Jusang Mountains, spanning thousands of miles, fierce beasts and venomous insects roamed freely.

According to rumors, the Jusang Mountains were home to savage creatures that devoured humans, so even the strongest young men would not dare to venture deep into the mountains. Only those who practiced Xuan techniques dared to enter this dangerous yet opportune mountain range.

A group of twelve people slowly made their way through the middle section of the Jusang Mountains.

Most of these people were dressed in sturdy clothing, with only a simple rain cape to shield them from the wind. The slightly cold autumn breeze seemed to have no effect on them, as if they were immune to its chill.

"It's getting late!" One of the two people at the front of the group removed his rain cape and looked up, saying.

This person had a youthful face, with slightly tanned skin and tight, youthful features.

"Yes, it's time to rest. According to the map, there's a small valley ahead. Let's spend the night there," the first person also removed his rain cape, revealing the face of a middle-aged man who had weathered many storms.

The ten people following behind silently followed the middle-aged man into the valley. They removed their rain capes, set down their leather bags, and plopped down on the ground.

Unusually, after removing their rain capes, it became clear that, apart from the first man who was middle-aged, the other eleven all had youthful faces, around fourteen or fifteen years old, similar to the tanned, muscular young man.

"Waste, come over and massage my legs!" The tanned young man said sternly as he sat down.

"Heh, Lu Song, you sure know how to enjoy yourself. You got this kid to do the job first, I was just a step behind you," another young man chuckled. "Waste, after you're done with Lu Song's legs, come over here. My legs are sore too."

The last young man, whose face was slightly paler than the others, looked malnourished. Carrying a heavy leather bag, he had already found it difficult to make it this far.

"Forget it, forget it," the middle-aged man waved his hand. "We need someone to start a fire and find water. Don't order him around. No matter what, he's still a young master—the reputation of the Lin Yuan Xu family is no joke."

"Tch, young master? A young master would be suffering like us, walking the hard path of cultivation?" Lu Song snorted. "This Xu Yang, even if he is a member of the Xu family, is a marginalized branch, barely related."

The pale-faced young man was Xu Yang. He kept his head down, and no one could see his expression.

"What are you standing there for? Go find water!" Lu Song shouted.

Xu Yang remained silent and turned to leave.

"I don't know why, but since Xu Yang fainted mysteriously yesterday, he's become even more stupid and annoying," Lu Song said as he took out a rice ball from his leather bag and devoured it.

"It's because you beat him unconscious. A ten-jun punch, and he's still alive; that's a miracle," another young man, with slightly fairer skin and a delicate face, chuckled.

"Liuzishan, stop pretending. You've beaten him plenty too," Lu Song huffed.

The pale-faced young man, walking outside the valley, gradually straightened his back.

"Hard path of cultivation... Lin Yuan Xu family, Donglai Kingdom?" Xu Yang rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "So that's how it is..."

The young man was named Xu Yang, but he was not the Xu Yang of Lin Yuan City. The former Xu Yang had been brutally beaten and his soul scattered yesterday.

Now, the soul inhabiting Xu Yang's body was from ten thousand years in the future, and his name was also... Xu Yang!

After successfully possessing the body, Xu Yang had been digesting the memories of the former Xu Yang, appearing dazed and slow to react.

It was only at that moment that he integrated all the memories and regained his original clarity of mind.

"How did I end up here?!" Xu Yang muttered to himself, but he had no clue. However, his attention quickly shifted to another matter.

"Compared to that question... Xuan Qi is the key! The intoxicating, overwhelmingly dense Xuan Qi! Is this the Tianxuan Continent of ten thousand years ago? Indeed, according to ancient texts, ten thousand years ago, the Xuan energy of heaven and earth was incredibly abundant, and in certain divine lands, there were even Yuqing Xuan Qi and Taiqing Xuan Qi, legendary treasures for cultivation!"

"Now, let me sort out the current situation of this identity."

"This country is called Donglai Kingdom, which should be a small kingdom. However, according to ancient texts, even in a small kingdom, the rulers are experts at the Xuan Wang realm! Truly, this is the golden age, the peak of Xuan civilization."

In the ten thousand years that followed, the Xuan energy of heaven and earth had depleted, making it impossible to produce experts at the Xuan Wang realm. In that era, various divine techniques and secret manuals were no longer sought after, as cultivating these techniques required vast amounts of Xuan Qi, which were almost non-existent in the ten thousand years that followed.

Basic Qi induction techniques, modified by generations of talented Xuan practitioners, became increasingly efficient in absorbing Xuan energy. There was no choice but to extract the last bit of Xuan energy from the depleted world, which was extremely difficult.

"Lin Yuan Xu family, one of the three major families in Lin Yuan City! The family head, Old Master Xu, is already at the Xuan Zong realm, a master-level figure. The 'Xu Yang' I possess is Old Master Xu's grandson, but it seems he is not well-liked in the family?"

After all, it was a soul transfer, and incomplete memories were normal. Why this grandson did not receive the same treatment as other descendants, Xu Yang did not know, but it was likely related to his parents.

"The most important thing is the condition of this body... it's really in poor shape."

Xu Yang frowned. This body was only at the initial stage of Xuan Disciple, having just opened the Star Sea, with no physical cultivation, and could barely muster two or three jun of strength.

In the future, with the scarcity of Xuan Qi, Xuan practitioners placed higher demands on physical strength, and various methods for physical cultivation emerged. However, due to the lack of Xuan energy and rare materials, most of these methods were difficult to implement.

At the initial stage of Xuan Disciple, one should have seven jun of strength! At the peak of Xuan Disciple, one should have thirty jun of strength to be considered excellent.

Jun is the standard for measuring the physical strength of Xuan practitioners on the Tianxuan Continent, with one jun equaling thirty pounds.

In other words, Xu Yang's current body had a maximum strength of one hundred pounds, which was even less than some physically strong ordinary people.

"However, this is ten thousand years ago, and physical cultivation is not emphasized... those arrogant descendants of small families are mostly at the later stage of Xuan Disciple, with only ten jun of physical strength."

Xu Yang pondered to himself. In the ten thousand years that followed, he was alone and unattached, spending his days sweeping and cleaning the increasingly dilapidated library of his declining sect, living a very leisurely life. What he yearned for most was the golden age of ten thousand years ago! But due to the scarcity of Xuan energy, he could only sigh at the countless divine techniques and secret manuals.

During a routine cleaning, Xu Yang climbed a high ladder to clean the dust off the ancestral statue and accidentally fell, breaking the statue. Inside, he found a peculiar small tower that was neither metal nor jade. As he panicked, the tower emitted a brilliant golden light, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Xu Yang found himself in the body of a young man also named "Xu Yang" from ten thousand years ago.

"Since heaven has granted my wish, I, Xu Yang, swear not to辜负这片苍天！这一辈子，我要攀上玄士的巅峰，做传说中的人物，臂揽日月，手摘星辰，轰轰烈烈！”

Xu Yang slowly closed his eyes and looked inward, noticing that this身体还有不少淤青和暗伤，应该是那些小家族子弟所赐。

所谓小家族，就是有资质修炼的玄士，但家族力量不强，没有足够的资源来栽培。这些小家族大多出自小康之家，衣食无忧，但供养玄士却有些力不从心。

供养一个玄士，就是养一头吞金巨兽！购买修炼法诀要钱，购买灵草丹药要钱，购买趁手武器要钱，玄石要钱、拜入道场要钱……

也就是小家族子弟来走苦修路，争取打下晋级玄士的根基，大家族的子弟，坐在家里，便有丹药、食补、玄石、武器，晋级玄士，比小家族子弟走苦修路轻松了不知多少倍！

因此，作为大家族子弟的许阳，在这支苦修路队伍中备受排挤，再加上实力弱小，更是处处受到欺凌，挨打是家常便饭。

“现在的许阳，已经不是从前的许阳，从前受的苦难磨折，我要一点点报复回来！”许阳近期消化的记忆，大都是被毒打的痛苦片段，恨得他咬牙切齿。

“咦，这是什么？”许阳内视到星海处，突然见到异状，不由大惊。

星海位于玄士脐下三寸，别名内海、气海，是一个玄者的根基。正常玄徒的星海空无一物，只有淡淡的雾霭萦绕。可许阳在内视的时候，分明看到一座非金非玉的小塔在星海中载浮载沉！

“这是……祖师圣像中所藏，那座染上了我鲜血的小塔？”许阳念头电闪，“也许……我能来到这万年之前，便是这小塔的功劳？”

许阳心神全部灌注在这小塔之上，小塔最底下一层，牌匾位置，模模糊糊似是有字。许阳看不真切，想要仔细看时，只觉天旋地转，被一股强绝的吸力直接将心神吸入小塔之内！

山谷之中。

“那废物少爷，现在怎么还不回来，莫非皮痒了不成？”黝黑高壮少年陆松皱眉道。

“也许是被猛兽吞吃了，这一带已经是巨蟒山脉的中段，出现猛兽不足为奇。”一直和他搭话的刘子山嘿嘿笑着说道。

“杜明！你去看看，那小子是不是被猛兽给吃了，还不回来。”陆松好像在吩咐下人一般。

名叫杜明的少年有些不情愿地站起身来，答应一声，向谷外走去，一边走一边哼哼道：“这个偷懒耍滑的废物，等我找到他，一定痛打一顿。”

“小心点，不要打死了。”陆松咂咂嘴说道。

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