Chapter 1 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Redsun Mountains stood in a great line like the spine of the land.

Hidden inconspicuously within the mountain range was a small settlement, Dragon Village. It spanned an area of about one square mile and only comprised a dozen wooden houses.

Behind the village was a ten-thousand-feet-tall peak, which was covered in lush vegetation and towering trees. It rose into the clouds, forming a natural barrier against the icy wind.

It was nighttime when sequin-silver stars and the glow of the moon spilled all over the sky.

“When the spirits of fire, earth, water, wood, metal, darkness, and light combine into one, they will form an immortal body that awakens endless potential…”

A boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old and seven feet tall, was sitting on a large rock on top of the peak. He was earnestly studying a parchment in his hand.

His name was Wutian, and he was a resident of Dragon Village. With the exception of his sixty-year-old grandfather, he had no other family members. They took care of each other and lived a comfortable life.

“Whoever attains immortality can pluck the stars, move rivers and mountains, and blank out the sky. But… Sigh! Easier said than done. I haven’t even built up my physique, let alone immortality.”

His face was rosy, while his teeth were ivory. Two white streams of breath came out of his nostrils as he exhaled. Taking his eyes off a parchment, he looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and fell into deep thought. In the end, he sighed.

According to the record on the parchment, the vast expanse of land was called the Samsara Continent. It was divided into five major subcontinents: Central Yaw, West Tiger, South Bird, North Zen, and Greendragon, each of which was incredibly huge and populous.

The Redsun Mountains were in Greendragon, and it was the largest of all the subcontinents with a population of over tens of millions. However, few cultivators existed there, let alone immortals.

“Grandpa used to say that as long as I grow stronger, I can find my parents. I’m already sixteen, but I still can’t become a cultivator. Am I destined to not see them my entire life?”

He closed his eyes abruptly, his unkempt, black hair fluttering in the wind. Then, he performed complex gestures with his hands as he rested them on his knees.

It was a fortune-telling technique.

Wutian’s grandfather practiced fortune telling to make a living. Under his grandfather’s influence, Wutian had learned that authentic technique, which could tell the fortune and misfortune of a person in the future. He wanted to discover his future and find his parents using the technique.

While he was still performing the hand gestures, an opalescent light suddenly burst out of his forehead. Wutian instantly saw an expansive section of Heaven and Earth in his vision. Under the brilliant stars and the bright moon, he could vaguely make out the mountains and rivers, as well as the grass and trees.

At the horizon was a partly visible majestic peak. It looked like a terrifying ancient beast under the moonlight’s soft glow.

There was a massive temple atop the peak. Only its faint silhouette was visible, but Wutian could perceive its glory and majesty based on its visually stunning, fairy-like appearance.

Crash!

All of a sudden, lightning and thunder struck as a storm rolled in. Rain poured down while the sky opened. Amid the lightning and storm, a giant hand descended out of nowhere, obstructing the heavens and enveloping everything.

Wutian felt a jolt in his body, and blood spurted out of his mouth. The vision disappeared before his eyes, and all he saw was darkness.

“Just as Grandpa said, I can’t tell my fortune.” Wutian opened his eyes, thinking of what his grandfather once told him.

“Wutian, I can foretell the fortunes of others, but I cannot see yours. Every time, an invisible giant hand seemingly blanks out your future at the crucial moment, shielding any glimpse of light.”

Wutian looked at the crescent moon, and frustration plagued him.

He found that the night sky was dotted with familiar starlight as if it were a memory of his past life or an illusory realm in a dream. It was surreal. He seemed to sense something familiar yet strange calling out to him from inside the temple on the peak.

Meanwhile, that giant hand appeared to be his foe, arousing hatred in him and making him want to tear it apart.

Bang!

Wutian was startled by a loud sound behind him. Cold sweat trickled down his spine, and for a moment, he forgot where he was because he had been too deep in thought.

The mountain was a hunting ground for the residents of the village, so there were few monstrous beasts around. Nevertheless, dangers still existed. Several less powerful but savage, monstrous creatures—venomous snakes, bugs, scorpions, spiders, and all—haunted the place.

They had low cultivation attainment but were extremely poisonous. Their bite could instantly kill.

That had happened before.

“A Louse!”

Wutian got the shock of his life, and goosebumps broke out all over his body as he turned around. Bouncing to his feet, he hid behind a giant rock and kept his eyes open.

It was a flying bug the size of a fist! Its body emanated a blood-red gleam, and it emitted a buzzing sound while it flapped its wings rapidly. Also, it had a long, heinous sting on its mouth, giving it the appearance of a deadly predator that could kill immediately.

There was a giant one-meter-long Black Panther in front of the Louse, and it was threateningly ferocious.

Yet, facing the Louse, the panther was intimidated and shivering slightly with fear in its eyes.

Wutian dared not make a sound as the two beasts faced off. Both the Louse and Black Panther were scary monster beasts, especially the former. Its sting was so sharp that it could penetrate rock and metal. The Louse was fast and elusive, hard to guard against akin to a ghost.