“Tens of thousands of years ago, I had already cultivated to this stage, yet I haven't made any progress since. Without some great fortune, even tens of millions of years wouldn't change that..."

Qing Wei muttered to himself, a dangerous thought rising in his heart.

He glanced deeply at the void where Yuandong Heaven was located, then suppressed all thoughts in his heart.

Even though that Heavenly Lord had left the heavens and earth for countless years, he still didn't dare to be careless.

He was always cautious, and now, having the chance to obtain that bracelet thousands of years ahead of time, he was even more so.

He was well aware of how dangerous his idea was.

But when he thought of the shocking achievements that 'bracelet' would attain in his memory, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

...

Beneath the dark night sky, only faint lights flickered. Beside the rolling, continuous mountains, scattered villages and towns were nestled.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed through the high heavens, shattering the tranquility of the night.

Li Family Village was suddenly awakened from its slumber. Accompanied by the chaos of chickens and dogs, many homes lit their candles.

Some even opened their windows with candles in hand, looking up at the sky. Although the night was thick, there were no clouds in the sky.

"What a loud thunder, almost scared my soul away..."

In a dilapidated temple overgrown with weeds outside the village, a thin youth suddenly awoke from his dream, his heart pounding wildly.

The dilapidated temple had no door, and a large part of the roof had collapsed. Without even looking up, he could see the sky: "This, this doesn't seem like it's going to rain, does it?"

The youth muttered, turning over and sitting up. The thunder was simply too loud; it felt like it had exploded right next to his ear.

Any drowsiness he had was completely gone.

He kicked at the weeds on the ground and rubbed his arms as he went outside, wanting to gather some dry firewood to make a fire before it rained.

As soon as he stepped out the door, he saw what looked like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

"A shooting star? Ah!"

The youth glanced at it casually, then suddenly cried out and ran, begging the mountain god for forgiveness as he ran.

It turned out that the shooting star was hurtling straight towards the dilapidated temple at an extremely fast speed.

"My goodness!"

The youth's soul flew away in fright, regretting that his parents hadn't given him a few more legs.

But how fast could he be?

In what seemed like an instant, the youth heard a 'boom' and lost consciousness.

A huge wave of air blew him away like a piece of straw. In his last moment of consciousness, he seemed to see a brilliant light in the rolling dust.

Faintly, he seemed to see the figure of a child.

'What is that...'

Buzz~

Amidst the dust flying everywhere, a slightly dazed murmur, as if from someone waking from a hangover, sounded.

"Mr. Monster..."

San Xin Lan Ling Tong slowly opened his eyes, looking at his white and delicate little hands, looking at the dusty night sky, filled with indescribable emotion.

Once, the world in his eyes had no color or concrete form. Everything was just data information with different patterns.

But now, reborn, he finally saw the true world.

Today, after who knows how many years, he finally broke the terrifying curse placed on him by the 'Nightmare Hydra Progenitor'.

He had waited an unimaginably long time for this day and paid an unimaginable price, losing his near-immortal life.

"Is this, the world you see?"

He reached out his hand, surprised and timid, touching the drifting dust, the dim light, and the invisible spiritual particles:

"But where are you?"

...

Screech~

Roar!

Under the night sky, the mountains rose and fell like dragons and snakes coiling.

Among the mountains and valleys, countless primeval beasts roamed, and the roars of giant beasts occasionally echoed through the sky.

In the night, which was almost devoid of any light, countless terrifying beasts roamed.

This made many people who lived in the mountains feel frightened and uneasy, unable to sleep. In fact, few people dared to sleep here at night.

Mu Village.

This was a small village built on the stump of an ancient tree of unknown size.

Hundreds of meters above the ground, hidden in the leaves, living among the birds.

Mu Village strictly controlled fire, especially in the darkness of night, where no light was allowed to leak out.

Not even a little bit.

The only exception was the old house located in the very center of the village, which had a certain ancient aura.

The few strong men guarding the door could vaguely see a glimmer of red light inside.

The dim light of the lamp couldn't illuminate the house, which was darker than the night. At this moment, the red light inside came from a broken altar about the height of a person.

Under the slightly eerie red light, a lean, short old man dressed in animal skins danced wildly around the altar, singing madly.

On the altar was a mysterious skull, silver-white with a golden sheen, and two clusters of ghostly green fire flickering in its eye sockets.

It kept opening and closing its jaws, making a crisp and eerie 'clack' sound, as if mocking his futile efforts.

Sure enough, the red light on the altar gradually dimmed.

"Wuwu~"

Seeing the red light dimming instead of increasing, the old man became more frantic, his hands and feet moving like windmills, his spittle flying everywhere.

"Gagagaga~"

Seeing the old man making such a fool of himself, the skull let out a spine-chilling laugh, shrill and terrifying:

"Stupid old thing, do you think you know this altar better than I do?!"

"Thump!"

The old man retreated in fright, staggering and falling to the ground: "You, you can actually talk? You, what kind of monster are you?! How can you control our altar?"

The old man was extremely terrified, even despairing.

This altar was a 'treasure' passed down through generations of Mu Village. Although it was sometimes ineffective, the times it was effective had always helped Mu Village overcome several difficulties.

Until this time.

He offered half the corpse of a ferocious beast, and finally received a response from the 'god' on the altar.

He thought he had received the favor of the gods, but he didn't expect it to be the beginning of a nightmare.

This skull had a strange power, capable of absorbing people's essence, blood, and even spirit silently.

The skull was hidden too well. He didn't notice it at first, but by the time he did, it was too late.

After decades of absorption, everyone in Mu Village had become gaunt and haggard. They didn't even have the strength to hunt, let alone curse!

Seeing that his final struggle was about to fail, the old man fell into utter despair.

"Your altar? This is mine, my precious treasure!"

The skull let out a shrill cry, and with a flash of red light, it wrapped the old man onto the altar like a tentacle.

The altar was not much bigger than the old man, but with a flash of red light, the old man shrunk as if he had been drained.

He was terrified and despairing:

"Holy and majestic god, please save our Mu Village..."

Whoosh~

Just then, the skull suddenly screamed and rolled off the altar, and the red light also dimmed.

The old man fell to the ground, his soul still trembling.

He saw fine lines suddenly appearing on the skull, binding it tightly to the ground, no matter how hard it struggled.

"Ahhh!"

The skull frantically opened and closed its jaws, terrified and despairing: "No, you, why won't you let me go?"

Buzz!

At this moment, the dim red light suddenly lit up again, engulfing the skull amidst its terrified screams.

"This, this is...the god has manifested?"

The old man knelt down tremblingly, tears streaming down his face as he kowtowed, thanking the god for saving him and saving Mu Village.

Suddenly, his body stiffened.

A pair of slender, fair hands, appearing from nowhere, gripped his arm and helped him up.

"A god? Of course not."

The old man raised his head in fear, and saw a fair and handsome young man looking at him with a hint of apology in the red light:

"It is I who have caused you trouble..."

"Ah?"

The old man looked up blankly. At this moment, the red light had dissipated, and another object had fallen from the altar, held in the young man's hand.

He weighed it casually, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Still so stingy..."

"This is..."

The old man swallowed.

"A blood pill. Dissolved in water, it can slightly replenish the deficiency of qi and blood..."

The young man smiled and tossed the blood pill to the old man.

"How can this be?"

The old man was both surprised and delighted, clutching the pill tightly, no longer interested in asking about the young man's origins.

He thanked the young man profusely and welcomed him into his home. After a simple arrangement, he left in a hurry to treat the villagers.

"Nowhere is peaceful...My methods back then were too naive after all..."

The young man sighed slightly, dispersing the remaining will of True Lord Yi Xie, completely obliterating him between heaven and earth.

Unless there was a mighty figure who could cross realms and reverse time, he was probably completely dead.

This young man was naturally An Qisheng.

Before entering the realm, he spent a lot of time digesting all the information he had obtained, and then selected various plans from it for deduction and consideration.

Until the end, he sent the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child to the ancient years, while he himself came to this time and space, where he had once left traces.

"Huff!"

He slowly walked out of the door, slowly looking up at the sky.

A ray of bright light pierced through the darkness. Immediately, ten great suns leaped onto the eastern sky at the same time, instantly sweeping away the darkness between heaven and earth.

It seemed like the blink of an eye, and the sky lit up. Or perhaps, his time was out of sync.

In the center of Mu Village, the old man who seemed to be the village chief was boiling medicinal water. A group of disheveled villagers walked sparsely from all directions.

Regardless of gender, age, or youth, all were sallow and emaciated, yet they still stepped forward in order, one by one, to receive and drink the medicinal water.

"Nirvana, nirvana..."

Looking at the fiery clouds in the sky, An Qisheng sighed softly.

Nirvana was the transcendence of life and death, and also the reshaping of cognition.

At this moment, everything before him was chaotic and disordered.

Time and space were reversed, Yin and Yang were disordered. His former understanding was being completely overturned. This was the process of breaking through.

Or it might be the process of falling.

This was an unknown realm he had never touched before. If he wanted to cross it more smoothly, he naturally had to find a reference.

The Great Savage World was naturally not lacking.

And the reason he chose this time and space was naturally not without reason.

His gaze shifted and fell on a chubby little boy who was lazily lying on the ground, basking in the sun.

In this place where everyone was deficient in essence and blood, this little guy was very conspicuous.