u Yang's sword.Xu Zimu looked into the distance, his white clothes blending with the mist. The wind seemed to be picking up, and there was a hint of madness in his smile.“Chu Yang, in my past life, I..."My ideal man is a world-renowned hero. One day, he will be clad in golden armor and ride on seven-colored clouds, appearing before me in a grand spectacle!"

The Yuan Dynasty Continent is a world of martial arts!

It is rumored that in ancient times, a mysterious power divided the continent into five pieces!

Located at the westernmost edge of Eastern Continent, Zhenwu Sacred Sect, a behemoth that rules over tens of thousands of miles surrounding mountains and rivers, stands here.

Within the True Martial Holy Sect, white cranes cried in unison, auspicious clouds descended from the heavens, and spiritual springs surged forth like seas, spraying into the sky.

A cultivator walked with a sword, instantly traveling tens of thousands of miles.

A strong man swung his fist, and the Xuan iron martial stone exploded into a shower of fragments.

Yannan Peak is located in the central position of Zhenwuzhangzong. The mountain peak is a thousand feet high, towering into the clouds.

White clouds drift on the peak, with mist swirling around.

Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.

His figure stood slenderly at the edge of the precipice, the breeze whipping his white clothes into a rustling sound.

“I'm reborn, aren't I!” Xu Zimo was stunned. He remained silent for three minutes, then another three minutes passed.

“Rebirth shouldn't always be the protagonist's plot, right But I, for f***'s sake, am set as the villain!”

Xu Zimu began to check his own situation. He should be considered soul transmigration in this state.

This body was so frail, it was almost unimaginable. He was certain he had returned to the age of fifteen, just the day he was about to begin his cultivation.

But this rebirth, he possessed not only all the memories of his past life, but also...

Inside the body, in the abdomen, a ball formed by law was quietly floating. The ball's light was introverted, and its surface looked unremarkable.

But upon closer inspection, you'd find that this sphere houses its own inner world. Within it are rays of colorful light, blades of grass glistening with dew, and the sun rising in the east.

Within the sphere, transformations are endless. The power emanating from it, even just a hint of it, seems capable of leveling mountains beneath our feet.

Xu Zimo felt a familiar breath from inside the bead. Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had thought of something incredible.

The bead was something he had obtained unintentionally in his past life. He didn't know its purpose yet, but it seemed to have a special ability to help tear through space.

Xu Zimo still remembered the day he was defeated. He poured all his Shenmai Realm cultivation into the orb, hoping to tear through space and escape with it, but he never expected to be reborn as a teenager.

He finally knew why he felt a sense of familiarity when looking at the bead. The energy within the bead was his cultivation from his past life, all his divine meridian realm skills integrated into it.

Xu Zimu trembled with excitement throughout his body. He was confident that as long as he was given a year, he could use this energy to return to the Shenmai Realm.

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The path of martial arts is difficult!

As difficult as reaching the heavens!

One step at a time towards the blue sky!

Humans begin their cultivation journey from the mortal realm, refining their flesh and blood, honing their bones and sinews, tempering their skin.

Internal training cultivates the five internal organs and six fu, while external training refines the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones.

After the body is fully tempered, it's time to open the meridian gates and connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, entering the Spiritual Meridian Realm.

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Ordinary Realm, Spirit Meridian, Condensing Meridian, True Meridian, Void Meridian, Venerable Meridian, Emperor Meridian, Saint Meridian, Divine Meridian.

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This Nine Realms is called the Ascending Nine Veins.

Xu Zimo gazed at the distant horizon. He could now freely manipulate the energy within the orb, and with just a thought, he could complete the tempering of the mortal realm and directly reach the Spiritual Meridian Realm.

Within a year, he would absorb all this energy, and then returning to the Divine Pulse Realm wouldn't be a problem.

But he wasn't in a hurry now, first because he was currently inside Zhenwushengzong. His father was very concerned about his cultivation, and he didn't want others to discover his abnormality.

As for the second point, Xu Zimo wasn't in a hurry to improve his cultivation. He was enjoying this atmosphere very much.

Everything is still here, everything has room to be salvaged.

Father, like a tiger, Xiao Dingtian, and that Yangliu Riverbank, standing in the wind with tears streaming down his face, crying to himself, wanting to spend a normal life with the girl who wanted to live an ordinary life.

He ended up betraying everyone, enduring countless hardships and near-death experiences, yet he was ultimately defeated by the protagonist Chu Yang's sword.

Xu Zimu looked into the distance, his white clothes blending with the mist. The wind seemed to be picking up, and there was a hint of madness in his smile.

“Chu Yang, in my past life, I was just a slightly larger stone on your path to the peak.”

The Wheel Returning Old Man, the protagonist's golden finger grandfather, I am just a trifling pawn on your chessboard.

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But in this life, I will leap off the chessboard and become the one who holds the pieces, using all beings as pawns, the heaven and earth as the board, and control eternity.

Xu Zimo's courtyard was located in the middle of Yannan Peak. Along the way, medicinal herbs bloomed on both sides, with blue and purple stripes interwoven like a rainbow. There were auspicious beasts running towards the distance, their bodies radiating with thousands of rays of light.

On both sides, the trees were laden with vibrant fruits. Even a single fruit plucked from them would be fiercely coveted by ordinary people, causing them to fight tooth and nail for it.

But here, it is merely an ornament along the way.

Xu Zimu came to the courtyard, and his guard Zhang Chongtian was waiting for him far away at the door.

“Young master, the deputy sect leader just sent someone to say that if you are free, please go to his place. He has something important to discuss with you,” Zhang Chongtian said respectfully.

“Understood,” Xu Zimo nodded and, accompanied by Zhang Chongtian, walked towards Qingshan Peak.

Three years ago, the current Sect Master of Zhenwu Holy Sect cultivated to the peak of Saint Vein Realm. In order to seek that last glimmer of hope to enter the God Vein Realm, .

He will hand over power to the Deputy Sect Leader Xu Qing Shan, and go to the mundane world alone, hoping to seek breakthroughs in ordinary life.

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From then on, Deputy Sect Leader Xu Qing Shan became the most powerful person in Zhenwu Holy Sect, and Xu Zi Mo was the only son of Xu Qing Shan.

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It can be said that he is the crown prince of the entire Zhenwu Holy Sect.

Xu Zimo knew that at this time, his father must have found him to talk about cultivation.

He is only fifteen years old now, just reaching the threshold of basic cultivation.

Before the age of fifteen, the meridians and internal organs in a human body are not yet fully formed, making them more vulnerable and less suitable for cultivation.

Basically, almost everyone in the entire Yuan Cang Continent starts their cultivation journey at the age of fifteen.

Xu Zimu arrived at Qingshan Peak, the residence of the most powerful figure in Zhenwu Sacred Sect. It wasn't ostentatious or filled with luxurious palaces and pavilions.

Some were merely an ordinary little wooden hut, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in green clothes sitting on the ground by the river.

Xu Zimo stood by the riverbank, silently watching his father.

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He didn't speak, and Xu Qing Shan didn't speak either.

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The father and son had an unusual understanding.

After a long silence, a gentle breeze seemed to break the stillness. Xu Qing Shan slowly raised his head.

He was an ordinary middle-aged man, dressed in plain blue clothes, and he didn't have a particularly intimidating aura.s time, his father must have found him to talk about cultivation.He is only fifteen years old now, just reaching the threshold of basic cultivation.Before the age of fifteen, the meridians and interna...