"Lie Qingtian, you exterminated my clan, killed my wife, shattered my body, and burned my primordial spirit. This revenge, this hatred, I, Tang Long, will etch it into my bones and never forget it."

The dragon roared, opening its eyes wide. Its hands clenched into fists and swung powerfully through the air, but all that could be seen were frail arms like sticks and puny fists.

What's going on?

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suddenly, thoughts surged in his mind like raging waves.

After a long time

He opened his eyes again, a fierce glint in them. He suddenly jumped off the bed and laughed wildly into the sky, looking insane. "Hahaha! I, Tang Long, have been reborn! Oh heavens, you've finally opened your eyes!"

The laughter subsided, and Tang Long walked to the mirror. He picked it up, and reflected in the glass was a handsome but thin young man of seventeen or eighteen.

After a moment, frost spread across the old man's face. His dark eyes turned cold and sharp.

Memory like a knife, every cut through bone.

The past is like falling raindrops, each one a shard of heartbreak.

Ten thousand years ago, Tanglong was the most capable war god under Lie Qitian, helping him conquer three worlds and achieving great military exploits. However, in the end, he was accused by Lie Qitian of betrayal and usurpation.

The Tanglong was cut into thousands of pieces, its soul burned by heavenly fire.

His wife, Mu Qingcheng, was struck by the Nine Tribulations Heavenly Thunder, her soul thrown into endless purgatory. If not for Muye's arrival, her soul would have been completely extinguished.

The entire Tang Sect clan, a total of 108,979 individuals, were wiped out without a single survivor.

"Lie Qingtian, I will definitely find you. Clean your neck and wait for me."

A cold voice oozing with infinite killing intent, Tang Long's frail fist slammed against the wall, blood gushing out instantly, staining the wall. Tang Long seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed on the wall, a chilling murderous aura in his gaze.

After a long while, Tang Long calmed down and began to examine his current body.

"His meridians are blocked, surviving to eighteen is already a miracle. His bones are frail and he cannot cultivate his vital energy. His five organs are weak and his life force is faint." The more Tang Long examined this body, the more speechless he became.

This is a prime example of junk.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I am alive, nothing else matters. Even if my life is as thin as paper, I will defy fate and change my destiny."

Tang Long has absolute confidence in himself.

Before this, I was a renowned alchemist who shook the heavens. Moreover, I possessed a magical acupuncture technique. With just these two things, I could strengthen this weakling's body to its full potential.

Continue to explore.

"One's dantian potential is too small to hold vital energy. One lacks human connections, earthly veins, heavenly veins, demonic veins, divine veins, and even spirit veins. Is this..." Tang Long's brows furrowed gradually, and a sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Impossible, there wouldn't be any spiritual veins absent, this is absolutely impossible, but why can't I detect them at all?"

Generally, normal people all have spiritual meridians, but their grades are different.

Those without a spiritual meridian are not only born weak but also incapable of cultivating. Even with extraordinary means, they would never live past twenty.

"Check again, check more carefully." Tang Long's face was grim, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "How can there be no spiritual veins? How is it possible? If there are no spiritual veins, what meaning does my rebirth have?"

However, no matter how he investigated, Tang Long couldn't detect any spiritual veins within himself.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes glistened with determination and resolve.

Perhaps it's the spirit veins, maybe they can only trigger potential. Let's give it a try. No matter what, there absolutely cannot be no spirit veins. Absolutely not.

He couldn't grip it with his strength, so he picked up a chopstick.

The tip of the chopsticks, aimed at several spots on himself, was rapidly and relentlessly hammered down. A piercing pain shot through him, and in an instant, Tang Long's face turned ashen white.

However, at this time, the spiritual meridian did not appear.

He did not give up. He used the tip of his chopsticks to quickly and fiercely tap several locations where he had just been working.

If once isn't enough, then come a few more times.

Three times, four times, five times

"
Pffft"

A mouthful of fresh blood gushed out, Tang Long's face grew even paler, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will never give up.

Gritting his teeth, he clenched the chopsticks and clicked them together again and again. He had to endure as much as possible, to tap into his life force potential. Even though this method would kill him instantly after nine uses, he continued, pushing himself to the limit until the very end.

He paused for a moment.

Six times, seven times, eight times.

Tang Long's vision blurred, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

He knelt down fiercely on the ground.

Only one left

His hand, gripping the chopsticks, trembled. His face, twisted in agony.

However

But he hesitated not, his delicate features resolute like steel.

His hand suddenly shot up, the tip of his chopsticks again aimed at the spots he had just tapped, striking them relentlessly one after another, pushing his strength to the limit.

"

"Boom"

"Pffft"

A muffled thunderous sound emanated from within his abdomen, accompanied by a forceful jet of blood spewing forth.

Because of the pain, he gritted his teeth and his veins popped.

Moments later, a genuine and heartfelt smile bloomed on his pallid face. "I never expected it, I truly didn't. Such a broken body, yet possessing such divine spiritual veins... no wonder I couldn't detect it."

He struggled to his feet, stumbling to the chair and collapsing into it before closing his eyes and fainting.

After a long time, Tang Long woke up and found himself lying in bed.

"Nine Nether Vein, my luck, finally hasn't gone to the worst. Though this body is of extremely poor quality, it possesses the legendary most divine Spirit Vein."

A delighted expression appeared on Tang Long's face, his eyes sharp and piercing.

The quality of a spiritual meridian is crucial for martial artists who cultivate primordial energy. Moreover, it's extremely difficult to enhance a spiritual meridian; without extraordinary fortune or miraculous treasures, it's nearly impossible to alter it.

The better the spiritual meridian, the easier it is to break through the bottleneck of cultivation, and the higher the cultivator's future potential will be.

Under normal circumstances, the divine meridian is already a top-tier spiritual vein.

But, the universe is vast and full of wonders. Tang Long knew that there were actually other mystical energy veins in this universe besides those of the gods, such as the Imperial Extreme Divine Vein and the Overwhelming Devil Vein.

Nine Nether Vein is also one of them.

The Netherworld Meridian is quite remarkable. Before Tang Long, he had only heard of this name. He knew nothing about this spiritual meridian at all.

The next step is to temper.

Tang Long took a deep breath, thinking about his current situation. A faint smile appeared on his face as he thought of his position and status. Although he was not satisfied with his body, he was very content with his current circumstances.

He is content with this, because it is something he inherited, a family heirloom.

Tang Xing Tong, since now I possess your body, your wish shall be fulfilled by me. However, that thing will belong to me as well.

Tang Long muttered to himself, his hand resting on a spot on the side wall. He gently pulled away a piece of paper, then, very carefully, along an extremely fine gap, he chipped away a brick. From inside, he took out a red jade stone.

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