Evil Venerable

The Tianhuang Continent, the Dayun Empire, is in a corner.

At the foot of the barren hill, there was a thatched hut, and the red sun was just rising. A stooped old man in a gray robe and with shaggy hair walked out slowly. A deep sadness flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he staggered to climb to the top of the barren hill.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man finally boarded the boundless barren mountain, but the sun was already setting.

Looking at the red sun that was about to set, he let out a long sigh, as if he was regretful and lonely: the red sun sets, and it will rise again the next day, but... after he dies, will he have another chance? ?

His eyes moved down, staring at the bottomless abyss that could swallow him, he closed his eyes in despair, and everything he experienced in the past hundred years flashed in his mind like a movie.

His name is Yanli. A hundred years ago, his soul traveled to Tianhuang Continent, where martial arts are the most respected, and he possessed himself on the body of a useless disciple in the "Great Wild Palace". Maybe it was the combination of souls, and he mutated. He transformed into a younger generation in the palace. The genius disciple of the famous master, the man of the hour.

That year, Lin Jingyun was not a peerless sword god who was famous all over the mainland, but a black-bellied boy; that year when Long Zichu entered the sect, he was not a goddess revered by thousands of people.

Later, the future sword god became his younger brother, and the future goddess was also successfully convinced by him and fell in love with him.

His cultivation base has also been rising steadily. In just three years, he has broken through the Yuan Realm and achieved the Profound Realm. There is no one in the younger generation who can compare.

At that time, he was high-spirited, and he didn't pay attention to the people of the world, thinking that the whole world belonged to him.

However, on a certain night, a mysterious person sneaked into his room and broke his foundation. From then on, no matter how he practiced, his cultivation base would not increase by half, but regressed.

In less than a year, he slipped from Xuan Realm to Yuan Realm.

Two years later, he regressed from Yuan Realm to Qi Refining Stage.

During this period, masters in the palace took action one after another, and even the master of the Great Wilderness Palace personally checked his body, but there was nothing he could do.

Waste materials become geniuses, and geniuses become waste materials!

God seems to have played a big joke on him.

Lonely, helpless, angry, ashamed!

After exhausting countless manpower and material resources and being unable to treat him, Dahuang Palace completely gave up on him.

The ensuing white eyes, sarcasm, and disdain made him feel disheartened, because many of those who mocked and scorned him had flattered him before. At this moment, he knew that this world was not his.

There were only two people who never laughed at him or gave up on him, one was his brother and the other was his lover.

However, he failed to live up to their expectations. No matter how hard he tried, his cultivation did not increase but decreased. After a few years, he degenerated to the third level of Qi refining, a state that was inferior even to the disciples of the Great Wilderness Palace.

He gave up and became a cripple who ate and waited to die!

However, they still did not give up. At the same time, they became stronger and stronger, and they found many natural treasures and various panacea for him, but... to no avail.

Fast forward ten years, one day, Lin Jingyun came back covered in blood, and told him the news that a group of mysterious people had taken Long Ziyue away.

From then on, Long Ziyue disappeared, and Yan Li's heart was completely dead. He quietly left the Great Wilderness Palace and lived in seclusion in a remote wasteland. A hundred years have passed, and he is already dying.

A drop of old tears fell, expressing endless sadness and unwillingness!

"Ziyue, if there is an afterlife, I will still love you." Yan Li plunged into the abyss, and the darkness engulfed his figure.

Feeling the cold wind whistling by his ears, Yan Li's heart was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any waves, and slowly closed his eyes.

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Yan Li opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling a stabbing pain in his chest, and at the same time, the intermittent sobbing of a girl came from his ears.

Stretching out his hand, he touched a layer of soft animal skin cushion, trying to prop up his body, but felt a tearing pain in his chest.

"Um"

He frowned slightly, and couldn't help making a soft hum.

Following his soft hum, the sobbing sound stopped abruptly, and then, a crisp voice mixed with surprise sounded, "Butler Wu, the little prince has woken up!"

With the breeze blowing against his face, Yan Li felt that there was an extra person in the carriage. He tried to turn his head, and a middle-aged man in a black robe appeared in his eyes, vaguely familiar.

"you……!"

"Little prince, don't talk, it will affect the injury."

A look of surprise flashed across the face of the middle-aged man in black robe to stop him, and then he took out a snow-white pill exuding a faint fragrance and fed it into his mouth.

Yan Li subconsciously opened his mouth, and the pill melted in his mouth, and then it turned into a stream of heat, rushing towards his chest. At this moment, he really wanted to understand what was going on, but there was a huge exhaustion in his mind. Come on, slowly, his eyelids closed together.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in black heaved a long sigh of relief, "Ling'er, take good care of the little prince."

"Of order." Ling'er nodded hastily.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Li regained consciousness again, but he didn't open his eyes, his chest was still aching, and he tried his best to integrate another memory in his mind that didn't belong to him.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

Yan Li slowly opened his eyes, a strange and complicated brilliance flashed in the depths of his eyes. In the past three days, he had sorted out and integrated another memory.

He exhaled heavily, but he couldn't calm down his excitement for a long time.

He was reborn, reborn in the body of Li Li, the son of Li Wuming, the crown prince of the Dayun Kingdom who should have died a hundred years ago in Tianhuang Continent.

"God, did you hear my call and give me another chance?" Yan Li's eyes seemed to penetrate the carriage to the blue sky.

"Lin Jingyun, my brother, Ziyue, my lover, I'm back. In this life, I won't let you down again. I will accompany you to the top, laughing at the situation. Those who destroyed my foundation in the previous life, I also I won't let you go... I will make you pay an extremely painful price!"

The world is impermanent and God's will is unpredictable.

Time travel is an extremely outrageous thing, but he did not expect that he, who died after time travel, would be reborn again. At this moment, Yan Li had a deep awe of God's will, and at the same time, he was even more curious. What is the reason for time travel and rebirth?

"Ling'er." Yan Li called softly.

"Little lord."

A small hand rested gently on his waist and lifted him up.

Yan Li's eyes fell on this 14-year-old, but caring, lovely girl, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "I'm hungry."

"Little prince, wait a moment, Ling'er is going to prepare spiritual porridge for you."

Yan Li nodded lightly, then leaned his body against the carriage, closed his eyes and rested his mind. He had just recovered from a serious injury and needed rest in order to recover his vitality.

The Tianhuang Continent respects martial arts. After tens of thousands of years of development, no matter the realm of martial arts, or various martial arts have been classified and divided in detail.

Martial Dao Realm is divided into Qi Refining Realm, Yuan Realm, Profound Realm and other realms.

Among them, Qi refining is divided into ten levels, and the Yuan realm is divided into three realms: Condensing Yuan, Shen Yuan, and Po Yuan;

The Profound Realm is subdivided into three realms: Human Profound, Earth Profound, and Sky Profound.

All martial arts are also divided into categories, from low to high: Huang, Xuan, Earth, Heaven, Saint, and God, each of which is subdivided into upper, middle and lower ranks.

Yan Li is no stranger to the division of realms and ranks of martial arts. He has systematically studied it in his previous life, and while his little maid Ling'er was preparing food for him, he slowly sensed the cultivation of this new body.

Afterwards, he nodded in satisfaction, "Well, yes, at the age of fourteen, he has completed Qi training, and he is considered a rare cultivation genius."

What surprised Yan Li even more was that the foundation of this body was built quite well. Although the vitality in the sea of ​​qi was a little weaker, it was very pure.

In Tianhuang Continent, warriors can absorb a kind of gas called "vital energy" between heaven and earth to strengthen themselves.

Refining Qi!Refining Qi!

It is the process of absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, refining it back into the sea of ​​​​qi, and using it to strengthen oneself and improve vitality. In terms of the earth, it is to use vitality to change the genetic structure and make the genetic chain more perfect.

Yan Li once compared the people of Earth with the people of Tianhuang Continent, and found that the average life expectancy of the residents of Tianhuang Continent is higher than that of Earth people.

The reason for this result is that there is vitality in Tianhuang Continent, but there is no vitality on Earth. Before crossing, he was a graduate student in the Department of History.

For a period of time, he was very curious about martial arts, and he deliberately came into contact with some martial artists who practiced martial arts. They did not have the so-called true energy in their bodies. They fought based on their physical strength and explosive power, and their skills and experience. Their life expectancy would not be longer than that of ordinary people Tall, even shorter than ordinary people, and even some martial arts masters will die suddenly for no reason.

After thinking about it, Yan Li believed that the reason for their sudden death was that they had overdrawn the vitality of the human body, which resulted in a short life.

But it is different in Tianhuang Continent. There is vitality here, and absorbing vitality can increase vitality. The higher the realm of the warrior, the longer the lifespan.

It is said that a master who has reached the Profound Realm can live at least two hundred years old. In his previous life, even if Yan Li's foundation was destroyed and his cultivation level degraded to the third level of Qi Refining, he still lived for a full hundred years. It can be called a longevity man.

"Little prince, the spirit porridge is here."

Ling'er carried a bowl of fragrant and golden porridge into the carriage, held it in front of Yan Li, interrupting his thinking.

"Cuckoo."

He hadn't eaten for several days, and his stomach had already started to rebel. For a moment, under the gaze of Linger's strange eyes, Yan Li's old face felt a little hot.

His eyes fell on the porridge in the blue and white bowl. He knew that this so-called spiritual porridge was made from precious and rare spiritual rice. Generally, only royal nobles and senior disciples of various sects could eat spiritual rice. Lingmi contains a small amount of vitality. After eating, it can increase strength and improve physical fitness. If it is taken for a long time, it will have great benefits for cultivation.

"give it to me."

Ling'er shook her head, "The little prince has just recovered from a serious injury, so Linger should come and feed you."

"Okay." Yan Li is not a pedantic person, and it is a happy thing to be able to enjoy the feeding of a beautiful little loli.

The porridge has a delicate fragrance in the mouth, and when you swallow it, you can feel a thin vitality radiating out, nourishing Yan Li's weak body.

After eating a bowl of porridge and a stick of incense, Yan Li leaned on the carriage in a comfortable position, thinking about the future.