Another Reincarnation Incident

The Infinite void that encompases everything is beyond concepts such as immeasurable, endless or boundless. Within that all-encompassing void exist inimaginable existences that had transcended time and death — one of such apex characters is the Yuan Patriarch, founder of the Allheaven Sect. This sect seeks out to recruit the most outstanding disciples by selecting beings from many races from within the many chaosverses that exist within the Infinite Void.

The Allheaven Sect is the primary force behind the diffusion of cultivation stories within universes completely free of cultivation and the reason why such stories exist there. The protagonists of these stories are real supreme characters that exist in some chaosverse within the Infinite Void. More than just publicising these stories through various people of great karmic luck, the Allheaven sect also discretely hides insights on the dos & don'ts of cultivation. There are also the numerous bouts of good fortunes that the Allheaven Sect has haphazardly hidden within these extremely primitive choasverses.

Indeed behind a great majority of the traversing occurring within these cultivation biographies are the Allheaven Sect.

Within a newly formed chaosverse, very far off in an extraordinarily remote location within the Infinite Void, the Allheaven Sect is moving again. One of its oracles had since long found the planet of one of the very few sentient races of this chaosverse and distributed their fair share of cultivation stories as well as hidden several chances before departing. That race was the human race and their homeworld was none other than earth.

One of the most popular cultivation stories was the biography of the rise of the "Desolate Sword" Ji Ning, the Desolate Era novel.

On this normal day of June, one lucky young man named Isaac Waslterson found a very peculiar object whilst performing his daily walk around his town. Due to the golden colour of the disc-like object he bent to pick it up when he stupidly cut his finger. As soon as his blood touched the disc, a weird phenomenon occurred where the orphan's soul was sucked in and body absorbed down to the last bit of cell. This disc was one of the very few hidden chances of earth, the Allheaven Shuttle.

The Allheaven Shuttle was a precious treasure forged by one of the elders of the Allheaven sect. That elder who had achieved transcendence via the path of crafting had fused several daos in the treasure which not only allowed it to break through the membrane of this newborn chaosverse but also use the laws of causality to trace back a specific location within the Infinite Void that the treasure's passenger had knowledge of. Of course Isaac who had just read several of his favourite chapters from a certain novel had his head full of that and was consequently transported there.

In an instant the Allheaven shuttle broke out of the primitive chaosverse and swooped towards the Desolate Chaosverse at mind boggling speed. As soon as the shuttle entered the chaosverse then a faint force of rejection pressured the treasure but something incredible happened, the shuttle slowly disintegrated into countless particles of light which then merged with the essence of the chaosverse before washing away the sleeping soul of Isaac. This heaven-defying feat was akin to transplanting a foetus from one mother to another within the knowledge of any of both where even the DNA of the foetus would be rewritten.

As of now isaac soul would be considered as a child of the Desolate chaosverse and would no longer ever be discriminated against by the will of the chaosverse. The soul still surrounded by golden dust was completely invisible to the many inhabitants of the chaosverse as it travelled to the Three Realms and into the Netherworld realm.

The Allheaven Shuttle was so well crafted that Isaac arrived before Granda Meng on the path to reincarnation, the treasure had deemed it the safest starting point as there they could erase any bit of karmic ties behind Isaac who was a soul outside of the Three Realms.

This was at that moment that the slumbering Isaac woke up as instantaneously massive amount of information filled his soul about how he was transported into the Desolate Chaosverse 1080 years before Ji Ning start his cultivation journey and that if he ever was able to achieve transcendence then he would be officially recruited to be part of the Allheaven Sect.

The stunned Isaac was beyond shock by this sudden turn of event. He went from being peacefully walking to being transported to one of his favourite novels and as he watched his surroundings, he recognized what was described in the novel.

"Deva. Asura. Mortal. Animal. Preta Ghost. Hell." He stared at the unfathomably deep tunnels behind Grandma Meng.

"I won't drink, I won't drink, I don't want to forget, I don't want to forget…" Many ghosts struggled and oddly none of them seemed to perceive him or it could just be that they were in too much despair to pay any attention to him.

But no matter how much the ghosts struggled, they were forced by an invisible, inexorable force to move forwards. When they arrived next to Grandma Meng, they were forced by the invisible force to drink Grandma Meng's Elixir. No matter how they screamed or howled, they still drank it. . . After drinking it, no matter how strong their emotions were or how deep their memories were, they forgot it all. By then, they were no longer themselves.

Yet this invisible force did not affect him and even when he remained stationary, no one paid him mind, not even Grandma Meng.

"I'll risk it all but I'm not drinking any of that. Hell no, by losing the memories of my previous life then how could I still be me? Any advantages I would have from my knowledge would be void so I have to take the risk and bet no one can see me " He thought and decided to act accordingly.

"Grandma Meng's Elixir." He stared at Grandma Meng. The ghosts ahead of him all drank from Grandma Meng's Elixir. If he was moved by the force then in a few more ghosts, it would be his turn.

Grandma Meng suddenly raised her head.

This was the first time he had seen Grandma Meng raise her head and immediately thought that he had been discovered but fortunately that was not the case. Grandma Meng stared far away behind him, and then her ancient voice said, "So much luck, what an interesting little girl."

Indeed very far away from him, far behind in line, was a pretty girl with golden dragons of luck revolving around her. These two would meet in the far future but as of now neither one of them could sense each other or were even aware of each other's existence.

"I'll risk it now!" Without the binding force acting on him, he was both extremely intrepid and daring. Half hopping, half-flying, he jumped directly towards the 'Mortal Realm' tunnel. The Six Paths of Reincarnation each were located in different places. He knew from the original world that the Heaven Realm and the Mortal Realm did not have much difference in strength from each other so he naturally chose something he was familiar with. After one last glance, he didn't try to rush towards the most distant Heaven Realm tunnel.

Naturally, he chose to jump down into that Mortal Realm tunnel.

Boom… One last intervention from the Allheaven shuttle ensured that he would be transferred to Grand Xia because of the causality between him and the major world. At last the treasure completely dissipated after having fulfilled its purpose.

The reincarnating soul sensed that his head was in tremendous pain, as though something was frantically grabbing onto and tearing at it. His neck hurt, and his body was suffering tremendous pressure. Is this how reincarnating felt? Could the world affect him now that he was out of Grandma Meng's perception?

Suddenly, he felt at ease, and then, he felt a bone-piercing cold. At the same time, a breath of fresh air entered his mouth. This was the first 'breath' which he had taken since being abducted by the Allheaven Shuttle.

"Waaaaaaa!" After taking a deep breath, he immediately let out a cry. The cry of an infant.

"A son! It's a son!" Although his hearing was a bit distorted, he could still understand what was just said.

"Yes, I've been reborn with my memories!!!!" he instantly understood as his feeble baby body jiggled.

𝛀 𝛀 𝛀 𝛀 𝛀 𝛀

Skyflame Mountain Region, Han Clan

He opened his eyes and saw that he was being held by a giant who wore a set of black fur clothes. Obviously this giant was his father and appeared to be this huge simply because he was still an infant.

"You can leave now." The man said.

"Yes." The four maids said respectfully.

The man holding him in his arms was without any doubt his father. Despite just having a son, his face did not change much as he appeared to be very hard to get close to. He wore a set of beautiful fur clothes, while those four maids also were dressed in animal fur. Clearly, they were of much poorer quality.

The room was quite empty. The wall, the dresser, the seats, the bed, all of them were carved from marble. The carvings were quite exquisite and gave off an ancient, beautiful nobility. Atop the bed was a six or seven metre long enormous beast fur with a lotus-like crest, with the fur hanging down to the floor. Atop that bed, there was a red-faced young woman. In fact the room itself was carved from marble.

"A Son." Despite holding his infant son in his arms, that man still seemed very cold, without a hint of a smile on his face. Only, his eyes betrayed his excitement. The newly born infant suddenly had the feeling that a mysterious fiery energy entered his body. It was very comfortable, and then, quickly, it passed away.

"Zufeng, how is my son doing?" The woman on the bed hurriedly asked.

"His body quality is beyond ordinary but nothing outstanding." Ji Yichuan said softly.

Several emotions flashed within the woman's eyes and she said. "Let me hold him."

The man carried the child over in his arms. Despite having just given birth to a child, his mother had easily been able to get off the bed. She was dressed in a white fur, and was in her husband's arms as they walked out of the room.

"I'll name him. Is it okay Zufeng?" His mother, Xue Yun'er, said to his dad.

"Yes." His father, Han Zufeng said playfully.

Outside the door, there was a massive courtyard that housed a magnificent garden. There was a big, reddish brown dog; its fur was as long as cotton, and it appeared very docile. When its gaze fell upon the baby, it was filled with excitement and love as it stood up. The dog was 70% dog-like and 30% wolf-like, it stood at an incredible 3 metres when on all fours.

"Waaaa!" the still nameless baby was frightened. That massive dog was an enormous monstrosity? Was it even still a dog? Such an awe-inspiring beast was actually in front of his own family's house? This could only mean that his family was some people of great strength.

"Son, get hold of yourself." Han Zufeng didn't pay any attention to his son's feelings, or perhaps he was only true to his nature, he wasn't one to be easily moved. He pointed at the amber massive dog in front of them. "This is your Uncle Redcloud. He is your father's only lifelong friend and saved your father's life more than he can recount so be sure to treat him as you would treat me."

The newly born infant instantly remembered that animals in this world could cultivate and were called direbeast.

"Zufeng, the child was just born and doesn't understand anything yet. Is there a point to telling him these things?" The young woman said while holding the child.

"Even if he doesn't understand, this is his first time meeting with Brother Redcloud" Han Zufeng raised his head to stare at his wife. "So what is our son's name?"

"Han Wuya. He is our son and will definitely achieve great things." Xue Yun'er said to her husband as she lovingly stared at her little boy.

"Wuya, no horizon huh. A great name fitting of our firstborn!" Zufeng added.

This enormous amber hound, which definitely would've made countless nations go insane, suddenly transformed into an amber mist, and then reformed into a amber-haired middle-aged man. The black haired man smiled towards the infant. "Zufeng, I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, you would have a son. Child, don't be afraid. I am your Uncle Redcloud."

"Let's go outside." Han Zufeng said. "Grandpa and the others are outside waiting as well. Redcloud, it's best if you return to your regular form. I know it is very uncomfortable for you to be in human form."

Husband and wife held the child together as they walked out around the courtyard into the corridor, while by their side was the amber hound. Once they reached the end of the corridor, they walked onto a stone paved road which led to a massive garden. Within the garden, there was a thick floral scent coming from several blossom trees planted here and there. Many black armoured guards were standing there unmoving, while in the centre, there were several dozen people standing. These several dozen people who all possessed all sorts of miraculous bizarre beasts, venomous pests, and flying beasts.

Even if Han Wuya already knew that taming them was a common habit, he was still flabbergasted.

"In the future, I'll have several monster companions too. They will all be so strong that people will know of my reputation as the Beastruler." Han Wuya was already dreaming of his future as he began to observe those several dozen people. These several dozen people all seemed ferocious as tigers or panthers. This secretly reinforced the idea that his clan was an important one to Han Wuya.

There were two silver-haired old men playing chess in the middle of the crowd, they stopped and one of them exclaimed. "Come, Yun'er. Let me hold the child."

"Father" Xue Yun'er nodded, then took the child over from her arms and delivered him to her old man.

"This child truly is beautiful." The other silver-haired old man's face was filled with joy as he expressed his feelings. He said in praise, "Zufeng, now that you have a son, I will no longer worry as much. You'll no longer be as reckless pursuing immortals and could even settle down to succeed me as Prefecture lord of the Central North Prefecture."

The next Prefecture Lord?

Han Wuya was pleasantly surprised. Now that he had confirmation that his status was quite high, then cultivation would naturally be much easier and his clan should naturally be a special one as well. Those extremely respectful female servants and those unmoving, black armoured guards all were a testament to his clan's power.

"Brother Zhiling!" A sudden angry shout.

Who would dare to be so disrespectful to the Prefecture Lord?

The old man holding him emanated heat as he looked at his father's father. This grandfather was visibly angry; he had an eye-catching blue earring in his right ear. It appeared to be some kind of talisman, maybe it was a treasure.

His mother's father rocked him in his arms all whilst growling at his father's father, "This child had only been born and you are already here talking about other matters. You'll never stop your foolishness. Come hold him and stop these foolish shenanigans!"

"I definitely know he would pursue immortals even more recklessly and crazily than his parents" The silver-haired old man continued with extreme confidence. At the same time, a sudden surge of heat entered Han Wuya's body, then quickly dissipated.

"Oh!" The silver-haired old man stared in astonishment towards the grandson he was so proud of.

How could he not be shocked? The little boy wasn't as nearly as outstanding as he imagined, sure he was beyond average but he expected more.

This was the son of Han Zufeng, famed as the 'Broken Fist'. The majestic Broken Fist, all by himself, had exterminated countless monsters hidden in deep lakes and high mountains. The countless tribes and clans under the control of their majestic Han Clan and even more especially in their Central North Prefecture all knew of his strength. In fact in the current generation, more people knew of him than knew who the two old Prefecture Lords were.

"Ok. Ok. Let me see him" Han Zhiling took hold of his grandchild and similarly peaked at his arteries, "Oh, he is barely talented but as Zufeng son and my grandchild he would never be mediocre. I am positive about that."

Those few dozen people present were all high level members of the Han clan but none dared to speak ill of the son of Han Zufeng.

The gathering ended there as the couple took their son back indoors whilst the two old friends, Han Zhiling and Xue Zhang continued their chess match.

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Skyflame Mountain Region, Han Clann, Four Years since Han Wuya birth.

"Father. Mother." Han Wuya arrived in the dinning hall and immediately bowed to his parents with a big smile on his face.

"Mm."

His father, Han Zufeng, was seated in front, while his mother was seated to the left. His own position was towards the right. In front of him was a black, marble table, with three big bowls on it. One contained steaming, aromatic meat, another had thick yet soft pastries, and the third was a bowl of especially fragrant hot tea. This was his breakfast.

If this breakfast for a four year old was placed on Earth, it would probably be enough for three adults to eat. But in this world…every child could eat a tremendous amount of food. Wuya was no different.

Despite having the taste buds of a "modern" person, he still felt the food was extremely delicious. The meat he ate wasn't meat from ordinary beasts; it was meat from magical, monstrous beasts. In the tribes, monster meat was extremely rare and precious, but Ning was able to eat it every single day. It had special effects. It would make him stronger!

In the blink of an eye the voracious Bai Wuya had finished and was already running to see the outside world. Behind him two maids could be seen running after him, they were his caretakers.

The mother and father pair watched as their precious son ran out and both smiled. Xue Yun'er because this was her temperament and Han Zufeng because his son was finally on the right track. Normally, children wouldn't be hungry for two days if they ate it for breakfast, but Wuya ate monster meat for four meals a day. Clearly, he was able to absorb it all.

As Han Wuya stepped out of his house, several shadows accompanied him — these were his personal guard arranged by his father. Each of them was a peak zifu disciples. These shadows were the most powerful soldiers of the Han clan. The Central North Prefecture only had a thousand Dark Guards who listened only to the command of Han Zufeng.

Finally Wuya arrived at his destination, the clan's book pavilion. As he entered no one bothered him but one of the book pavilion managers came to assist him.

"Give me the books." little Wuya took a thick and heavy book from the hands of the manager. This tome was quite thick, roughly twenty centimetres thick, and it was bound by the soft skin of some monstrous beast. In this era where slavery still existed, books were quite precious. Wuya, however, could casually flip through the books in the clan's library.

Han Wuya's mind was very bright and sturdy. The reason for this was because of the massive information that the Allheaven shuttle had shoved into his soul. The information of his journey from the primitive chaosverse to the Three Realms was compiled into a giant map of the Chaosverse; he had named this map — Desolate Painting.

By train according to this pseudo visualisation technique, his soul had become stronger and stronger to the point where he now had photographic memory. A little less than a year ago, he had even been able to reach the level of dividing his mind into two.

What did dividing his mind in two meant? For example, he could simultaneously use his left hand to write an essay while using his right hand to paint a painting. It was as though his consciousness had been divided into two parts which didn't interfere with each other. Of course he knew that this wasn't particularly miraculous.

Those who trained in the path to become an Immortal could all use their minds to accomplish multiple things at once. They would be able to use several treasures to attack at the same time. The true brilliance of the Desolate Painting was that Han Wuya was able to divide his mind in two after visualising it for just one year.

The first thing he did as soon as he could walk was learn to read. He started quite young and never stopped.

As the saying goes, 'spending time sharpening the knife makes the cutting go faster'. Although he was fully devoted to the idea of training to become an Immortal, Wuya understood that sometimes, haste made for ineffectiveness. Reading was a way of 'sharpening the knife' to become an Immortal.

First of all, he needed to understand this world better as even if he had read the original work countless times, the book only talked about where the protagonist went. He also already knew much information about how to become an Immortal, what types of Immortals there were and this much better than most of his clan so he focused on understanding the region.

Surprisingly his family domain was quite near the Swallow mountain where the Ji Clan was. Unfortunately there was no mention of any sword genius named Ji Ning as of yet.

After reading many books, Wuya came to know that the Han clan of the Skyflame Region was a great power under the Stillwater Commandery which itself was one of the 3600 commanderies of the Grand Xia Dynasty.

The territory ruled by the Han Clan was divided into 34 prefectures; thirty prefectures were managed by the several heads of the many branches within the clan while the four central prefectures were managed and ruled by the four of some of the most powerful cultivators of the clan. The council of these four Prefecture Lords, all Wanxiang Adept, controlled the clan for the most part but the real ruler was the ancestor of Han Wuya. The Han Patriarch was a peak Primal Daoist whom many suspect to have broken through to Earth Immortal. There were countless tribes who lived on this land, and all of them were ruled by the Han clan.

The Han Clan was an ancient clan.

However, Wuya knew the Grand Xia Dynasty was simply too large. Its territory was nearly limitless, and it was an ancient dynasty which was born during the 'Fiendgod Era'. Over a trillion years had passed since the terrifying Fiendgod Era. For a dynasty to be able to last a trillion years was something which he found to be inconceivable even when proofs are right in front of him.

At last as the night came around, Wuya left and prepared to start his cultivation journey.

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Northern Han Estate.

Han Wuya blew through the meat on the table like a twister, and then raised his head up. "Father, mother!"

"Hrm, what is it?" Zufeng looked at his son, and Yun'er did as well.

Although their son's intelligence caused them boundless joy, it didn't startle them too much, because in this vast world, there were plenty of people who were devilishly clever.

"I want to train!" Wuya said seriously. "I wish to train to become an Immortal!"

Seeing the serious look on her son's face, Wuya's mother began to laugh. "Train to become an Immortal? Zufeng, our son wishes to train to become an Immortal!"

"Immortal?" Zufeng looked at his son with an expressionless face. "Ok I'll instruct you. Let's start by talking about the seven major stages."

"The first stage, Houtian. Lifespan of a hundred years."

"The second stage, Xiantian. Lifespan of two hundred years"

"The third stage, Zifu, the 'Violet Palace'. At this level, one will be addressed as Zifu Disciple. Lifespan of five hundred years."

"The fourth stage, Wanxiang, 'Manifestations'. At this level, one will be addressed as Wanxiang Adept. Lifespan of eight hundred years."

"The fifth stage, Primal. Can be referred to as Primal Daoist."

"The sixth stage, Void. Can be referred to as 'Land Immortal', or 'Earth Immortal'. In the later levels of the Void stage, a heavenly tribulation will test them. If they fail, then they will die and their spirits will be extinguished. If a Primal's body is destroyed but manages to escape with his soul, then he will become a 'Loose Immortal', whose power is roughly on par with the 'Earth Immortals'."

"The seventh stage, Celestial Immortal. Only at this stage can one be considered to have ascended beyond the Three Realms and no longer be formed by the Five Elements!"

"The first obstacle to becoming an Immortal is to pass from the Houtian stage to the Xiantian stage!" Zufeng paused briefly before continuing his explanation.

"What does Xiantian mean? Only a lifeform which was naturally born by the heavens and the earth can be described as a Xiantian lifeform. In the distant Fiendgod Era, there were Fiendgods that were born naturally by the heavens and by the earth and which possessed tremendous power from their birth. In addition, there are those who are reborn into the Heavenly Realms as 'Devas' or as 'Asuras'. These Devas and Asuras are all birthed by nature itself, and thus by their very nature, they are a Xiantian lifeform. This makes it very fast for them to train, because only Xiantian life forms can train to become an Immortal. It's impossible for mortals to train to become an Immortal but the Heavens always leave a thread of hope. Thus, in the past, benevolent elders created a set of training techniques which can allow the bodies of ordinary people to become akin to the bodies of Xiantian lifeforms. Only then did it become possible for ordinary people to train to become an Immortal."

The little Han Wuya could be seen nodding furiously at each of these words, it was a cute sight to behold. Both his parents could only think that he was severely underestimating how hard becoming an Immortal is but they let it slide on account that he would learn soon enough.

"The second great obstacle to becoming an Immortal is from the Xiantian stage to the Zifu stage!"

"Only by establishing a Zifu, also known as a 'Violet Palace', can one continue to train as an Immortal. Establishing a 'Violet Palace' is like laying the 'foundation' when building a house, or seeding the fields in order to harvest the crops. The Violet Palace is the crop field and is the core for an Immortal. It is the basic underpinning of the path of Immortals! Only after one has truly established a 'Violet Palace' in one's body can one embark on the route to becoming an Immortal. And only then can one be titled a Zifu Disciple just like all of your bodyguards. For a Xiantian expert to establish a 'Violet Palace' perhaps one in a thousand will succeed."

Even if Han Wuya already knew all of that, he still listened carefully.

"In order to establish a Zifu and become an Immortal, one must possess a world-shaking power."

"But becoming an Immortal, by its very nature, is against the laws of the universe. Thus, starting from the day you step onto the path of the Immortals, in other words from the day on which you establish your Zifu, you will be tested every three hundred years. Every nine hundred years, you will undergo a major tribulation. Thus, as the saying goes, 'Three centuries a calamity, nine centuries a tribulation. Calamities are easy to avoid, but tribulations are hard to escape!' A test every three centuries, and a tribulation every nine…after embarking on the path to becoming an Immortal, this will continue forever, unless you become a Celestial Immortal. Otherwise, the 'Three Calamities, Nine Tribulations' will become your eternal fate."

Unless one became a Celestial Immortal, everyone who trained in the path of Immortals would have to deal with a test every three centuries.

"Do you still desire to train to become an Immortal?" Zufeng looked at Wuya.

"Yes." Han Wuya nodded.

Han Zufeng nodded slightly. If the boy had been terrified just by hearing about this, he would have been disappointed. What he didn't know was that Wuya had read countless cultivation stories where cultivation was a much more desperate journey so obviously he wouldn't be fazed by that much. Training to become an Immortal naturally would be extremely risky but Wuya had faith he could prevail.

Zufeng frowned. "You are too young, and training techniques are very complicated. If I was to transmit a high-class Immortal training technique to you and you trained in the wrong direction, it would harm your body. But ordinary Immortal techniques aren't worth learning either."

"Father." Wuya said. "I wish to learn the Fiendgod Body Refining Technique."

Both his father and mother began to laugh. "It seems our son has read quite a few books. He even knows that there are two main paths of Immortal training."

There were two primary paths of training to become an Immortal.

The first was in Ki Refining, refining ki energy! 99% of those who trained to become an Immortal chose this path. This path allowed one to use many mysterious Immortal treasures, create complicated golems, control large amounts of deadly magical beasts, develop powerful magical formations, and also use some extremely vile techniques; this was an extremely glorious and profound path.

The other path was in Body Refining.

Supposedly, the three Realms had each given birth to many Fiendgods. All of them were born from nature itself and were powerful from their birth! As for the creator of the universe, Pangu, he himself was the mightiest of them, the Fiendgod of Primordial Chaos. He also possessed the most powerful body…and thus, a number of elders managed to develop this 'Fiendgod Body Refining' technique, which would allow the practitioners to possess bodies on par with Fiendgods. Indestructible bodies, possession of boundless strength, having three heads and six arms, regenerating from a single drop of blood, immortal and undying…these all belonged to the Fiendgod Body Refining method.

Reputedly, at the same level of development, a Fiendgod Body Refiner would be able to totally suppress his opponents!

"Body Refining is a hundred times more difficult than Ki Refining." Zufend said coolly. "The Fiendgod Body Refining method allows one to possess the power of a Fiendgod. How powerful is that? Hard, very hard!!!"

"Father, first I'll train the body. Afterwards, I will develop Ki." Wuya countered "These two training methods can be simultaneously progressed in. By then, I'll take whatever path I am most skilled in, which will be my primary path. In addition, weren't you afraid that I am too young and that training in ki will damage my veins? The Fiendgod Body Refining technique doesn't have this risk."

Zufeng and Yun'er glanced at each other. What a sly little fox was their son already.

It seemed their son had thought things through. Indeed, the Fiendgod Body Refining technique primarily exercised the entire body's muscles and internal organs. As for the blood vessels? It didn't have much to do with that at all. It must be known that Innate Fiendgods came in all types, and their veins were totally different from the veins of human beings. The benevolence of those ancestors had developed the Fiendgod Body Refining technique from the bodies of the Fiendgods. Naturally, they ignored the veins.

"Alright!" his father nodded. "The Fiendgod Body Refining method is incomparably precious. Our Han clan in total has thirty-four books on Fiendgod Body Refining scattered through our thirty-four prefectures. I will let you choose the one you wish to train in!"

"Yes." Wuya was extremely excited. His cultivation journey was about to start.