C1 Mountain Sea Immortal Cultivation Realm

In the heart of Cloud Mist Valley, smoke and clouds intertwined, creating an ethereal scene.

That night, moonlight cascaded down like liquid silver, enveloping the sky. On the ground, a circle of green tents stood sentinel.

Blades and spears formed a veritable forest, while banners fluttered like an ocean, eclipsing the sun itself!

"Where am I?"

Yang Xiu rose from his bed, a dull ache pulsating at the back of his head. His gaze fell upon the cramped confines of the tent, the modest environment barely visible through the slits in the curtains.

Through the gaps, he could make out the moonlight's watery glow.

"I was locked in battle with a formidable foe; how did I end up here?"

"…"

Then, like a flood, memories came rushing back, captivating Yang Xiu.

"So, it all makes sense now!"

"I never imagined the heavens would favor me so. Instead of reincarnation, they've brought me to another world. Could it be that the heavens also knew..."

"I have unfinished business!"

With a deep exhale, Yang Xiu's eyes sparkled with resolve.

He hailed from the Mountain Sea Immortal Cultivation Realm, where he was the scion of a mighty sect.

His lineage was indeed distinguished.

Yet, the heavens had denied Yang Xiu the chance to embark on the path of cultivation.

He was unable to cultivate!

Despite this, Yang Xiu had never abandoned hope, never ceased seeking the opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation. With unwavering determination and leveraging his status as the Sect Master's son, he traversed various ancient ruins in search of that chance.

The heavens rewarded his perseverance!

Yang Xiu eventually discovered a mystical technique that eschewed traditional mana in favor of concentrating Star Power. From a trickle to a torrent, it flowed unceasingly, leading to the ultimate threshold of cultivation.

Alas, this period of fortune was short-lived. Upon reaching the Beginning Sea Stage, Yang Xiu was ambushed by a formidable adversary.

Outmatched,

he was besieged and slain, his soul drifting to this new world.

His memories revealed that this realm was starkly different from the Mountain Sea Immortal Cultivation Realm. Here, Bloodline Power reigned supreme, granting those with potent bloodlines an innate advantage.

Dominance over all!

Take, for instance, the Cloud Mist Valley where he currently found himself, home to a group of bloodline creatures known as Mist Demons.

These Mist Demons were quite extraordinary.

Their blood acted as a catalyst. Slaying these creatures and harnessing the Bloodline Power within could awaken the dormant bloodline in a warrior's body.

One could then become a formidable Blood Refining Apprentice.

And thus embark on the path of cultivation!

"Help me!"

"The Mist Demons are rioting! Send up a flare, call for backup!"

"…"

Abruptly, a cacophony of desperate cries pierced the air, jolting Yang Xiu from his reverie.

With a deft tap of his toes, Yang Xiu glided to the curtain, whisked it aside, and was met with disarray. The Cloud Mist Valley nearby roiled incessantly.

It was as though a monstrous demon was emerging from the turmoil.

Many disciples caught in the mists had time only for a scream before vanishing into the tumultuous fog.

Witnessing the chaos, the disciples scrambled frantically around the camp, utterly disoriented and unable to grasp the situation.

They were all newcomers.

Led by veteran disciples, they had come to Cloud Mist Valley to hunt Mist Demons, an endeavor previously deemed risk-free based on past experiences.

But this time was different.

For reasons unknown, the Mist Demons had erupted into a frenzy.

"Stay calm!!!"

A young disciple bellowed, unsheathing his sword with a flourish that cast a reassuring gleam.

Whoosh! Bang!

Someone had launched a signal flare, only for it to be swatted down by the formidable mist mid-flight.

The mist now seemed sentient.

"We can't remain here; it's a certain death sentence."

Yang Xiu, once a formidable practitioner at the Beginning Sea Stage, quickly assessed the situation to locate a safe haven.

"The only chance of survival is to push deeper into the valley."

With resolve, Yang Xiu wasted no time, his form springing forth like a cheetah on the hunt.

The fierce wind whipped through his clothes, causing them to snap and flutter as the thin Bloodline Power within Yang Xiu began to slowly circulate, boosting his speed to a new level.

"Is this the way of cultivation in this realm?"

With no time to observe closely, Yang Xiu's consciousness delved into his body, concentrating on the strong gusts assaulting him.

Clang!

A slash of sword energy cut across the path, blocking Yang Xiu's way.

"If you're seeking death, I can oblige you. There's no need to involve the Mist Demon."

A cruel smirk played at the corner of Cui Lang's mouth as he stared coldly at Yang Xiu through the biting wind.

"Aren't you going to let me pass?"

Recognizing Cui Lang's face, Yang Xiu quickly pieced things together from his memories. This man was an official disciple of the Three-essence Sect.

Blood Refining Apprentice!

In contrast, Yang Xiu was merely a Miscellaneous Affairs disciple within the Three-essence Sect, utterly inconsequential.

Their feud began on the day they joined the sect. Yang Xiu, with his defiant nature and refusal to settle for mediocrity, had once insolently talked back to Cui Lang.

Since then,

Cui Lang had held a grudge against Yang Xiu, even causing the injury on the back of his head through underhanded means.

"You've already manipulated the Mist Demon to attack me once. Let's consider our past grievances settled. But if there's a next time, I won't be so forgiving."

Yang Xiu's words rang out with determination, showing no fear.

"Haha, that's utterly ridiculous."

"A mere Miscellaneous Affairs disciple without an awakened bloodline dares to..."

Dismissing Cui Lang's incessant babbling, Yang Xiu swept his sleeve and plunged headfirst into the dense mist without looking back.

"Who is that guy?"

"He's got nerve, standing up to an official disciple like that."

"Nerve? More like his brain's scrambled. Instead of running for his life, he's charging headlong into danger."

Yang Xiu's defiant stance drew the gaze of many onlookers.

"Disciples, heed my command!"

"They'll arrive any moment now!"

No sooner had the words left his lips than a man clad in a green robe stood atop a tree, his voice rolling out in every direction.

He bore a resemblance to Cui Lang.

The vital energy around him surged like billowing smoke, his strength far surpassing that of Cui Lang.

...

Within Cloud Mist Valley.

Yang Xiu strolled, taking in the serene silence, a stark contrast to the lurking dangers and unbearable clamor of the outside world.

In a moment of lowered guard, a sudden palpitation seized him.

Clang!

He spun around, just as a streak of cold light sliced through the air.

"Truly, the Mist Demon is as enigmatic as they say."

Reflected in Yang Xiu's eyes was a ghastly apparition, a tree demon with a humanoid form, shrouded in swirling mist, its slender body and branch-like arms resembling spears.

Clearly, this was the assailant that had just attacked Yang Xiu!

Though called Mist Demons, they were in fact tree demons adept at wielding mist to cloak themselves, earning their moniker over time.

"Since you've encountered me, your life is forfeit. It's time to see what use you might serve."

Instinctively, Yang Xiu employed a technique he often used in the Mountain Sea Immortal Cultivation Realm. With a whoosh, the Mist Demon was violently hurled away.

Puchi!

His hand transformed into a claw, piercing the heart of the Tree Demon.

"Is this the Bloodline Power within the Mist Demon?"

Yang Xiu now held a pale green crystal, no larger than a fingernail. But before he could examine it closely, the crystal morphed into a droplet.

It seeped into Yang Xiu's palm.

"This..."

Yang Xiu was astounded, his mind reeling as a brilliant golden light erupted, and celestial melodies filled his ears.

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