Fen Town, located at the westernmost edge of the Heavenly Nation, sits on the edge of the secluded Profound Forest and leans against the towering Wanren Mountain. In the vast ancient You Continent, there are countless small towns, like the endless sands of the Henghai River. Fen Town is just one of them.

As early winter arrived, the night in Wanren Mountain was bitterly cold. A thick layer of frost covered the ground.

“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill all the humans hiding in Wanren Mountain!”

"None left! We must find that thing, it has to be with some tribe."

"The Human race are our three tribes' sworn enemies! Upon encountering Humans, show them no mercy! That thing is a divine artifact of the heavens, and must absolutely not fall into the hands of Humans."

Knock knock…

In the forest, shrouded in cold air, terrible figures darted about. There were the skeletal warriors of the Bone Clan, their bones gleaming white as they moved with lightning speed. Then there were the Mist Ghosts of the Ghost Clan, appearing like wisps of fog, swarming and shrieking. And finally, the Serpent Demons of the Demon Clan, with human heads and serpent bodies, possessed a monstrous beauty, but spat venomous breath from their mouths.

Everywhere these monsters passed, there were countless severed limbs and flowing rivers of blood, all belonging to human races.

"There are humans on the north face of the mountain," a Mist Demon looked towards the north face of Mount Wanren, his eyes flickering with malice, and roared fiercely.

A horde of terrifying phantoms darted across the sky, rushing towards the north face of Mount Wanren.

The northern face of Mount Wanren is a sheer precipice a thousand zhang high. The cliff face is steep, and if an ordinary person were to fall from it, they would surely be crushed to pieces.

On a cliff face, Qin Mo sat cross-legged in a gray robe, his white hair flowing. He seemed unperturbed as the chilling sounds echoed from afar, his expression remaining calm and composed.

Late at night, on the mountain peak where it was bitterly cold, Qin Mo's white hair was covered with frost. His eyes held a faint indifference, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life. Though his face was weathered and weary, the sharp sword brows that slanted across his forehead hinted at his handsome appearance in his youth.

"The Bone Clan, Ghost Clan, and Demon Clan, the three clans wreaked havoc on the ancient continent of Guyu for 30 years, slaughtering millions of human beings. How hateful! I, Qin Mo, am just an ordinary 'mediocre' person, living a meaningless life for 60 years, unable even to protect the ruins of my hometown." Qin Mo clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with hatred, trembling, and his breathing quickening.

Gazing at the distant, dilapidated town, Qin Mo's heart surged with emotions. It was the ruins of Fen Town, a place etched deeply in his memory. Reflecting on his sixty years of life, filled with both triumphs and hardships, memories like wisps of smoke rose to the surface of his mind.

……

Born into the Qin family, one of the three major families in Fen Town, Qin Mo is the grandson of Qin Zhengxing, the head of the Qin family. Since childhood, he has shown extraordinary talent in cultivation and is recognized as a martial arts genius in Fen Town.

When he was six years old, he cultivated his true energy to the ninth rank of martial arts and reorganized the records of Fen Town for a hundred years. He was called the first genius of Fen Town. But after that, misfortune came, and for no apparent reason, Qin Mo's cultivation stagnated and could not progress any further.

As time passed, the brilliance of his genius dimmed, and he was met with the ridicule of the people.

……

When I was 14 years old.

The Qin family has fallen into turmoil. The head of the Qin family and another faction within the family have clashed, leaving Qin Mo caught in the middle.

While hunting in Wanren Mountain, he was ambushed and seriously injured by someone from his own family. He was then thrown off a cliff in Wanren Mountain. Although he survived the fall, his dantian was shattered, his limbs were broken, and most of his meridians were severed.

After the incident, Grandpa Qin Huaizhong tried his best to save him, but his dantian and meridians were beyond repair. From then on, Qin Mo became a “nobody.”

"Lousy," this is the ancient continent of Gu You's term for wastes.

……

That year when I was 20.

That night, the Qinglian Mountain of the ancient and desolate continent collapsed. The sky tore apart, a giant palm descended, its ferocity like an infernal prison. Mountains crumbled and the earth cracked, destroying half of the Zhentian Kingdom's territory. Even the burning town was consumed by the raging black flames.

In the sky, there was a divine son with a crimson phoenix mark on his forehead, wielding a three-zhang jade halberd, his aura shaking the heavens. In the end, he bathed in his body, carrying him to escape from the desperate situation.

"Mo Ge, if you weren't a cripple, and could fight alongside Xiao Xiao to save the family from danger, that would be wonderful." Zi let out a choked sob, then drifted away.

Qin Mo knelt in the mountains, his heart heavy with grief. He looked up at the sky and let out a fierce howl that shook heaven and earth.

……

That year, when I was 30.

In the ancient land of Guyu, demons, ghosts, and skeletons rose up together. The three tribes joined forces, igniting war across the continent. The human race was in dire straits. Qin Mo fled to the ends of the earth.

Before the site of Qinglian Mountain, geniuses from all races competed fiercely for treasures. Qin Mo survived amidst the chaos and, by chance, saved a peerless swordsman.

The Xiao Family's Xiao Xuechen, born with the soul of a sword wielder. Three feet of ethereal blade, reaching towards the Heavenly City of Souls, an enchanting red sword wielded by a celestial being!

Such a peerless prodigy, yet he fell to the mediocrity within himself. His sword soul appeared flawed, ultimately drawing upon him a decade-long sword tribulation, vanishing from between heaven and earth.

"Mo, do not feel guilty. Being with you, I have no regrets in this life." Before the beauty faded away, she smiled gently and vanished like smoke and jade.

In the midst of a blizzard, Qin Mo held the increasingly cold body of his beloved in his arms, blood spilling from her lips. His heart was shattered with pain.

……

At the age of 60.

Qin Mo spent a full 30 years, enduring countless hardships and trekking barefoot across the dangerous Black Desert, finally reaching Mount Mi Tuo. He implored the Emperor's Soul Venerable to open the Xuan Tian Mirror, which could reveal all things, willing to give his life in exchange for the life of his beloved.

With Qin Mo's sincerity, Di Hun Zun finally agreed to his request.

On the peak of Mt. Mida, with the Xuan Tian mirror activated, Qin Mo failed to find a way to revive his beloved, but he did uncover a mystery about himself.

Glory to the Battle Saint!

Dou Zhan Sheng, it is said that in ancient times, people of this kind were all unrivaled powerhouses, invincible. But later, when the heavens and earth underwent drastic changes, those who possessed Dou Zhan Sheng seemed to be cursed by heaven. Their cultivation at most stopped at the ninth star of Wu Tu, unable to advance any further.

The Xuan Tian Mirror indicates the method for activating the Dou Zhan Saint. However, this method can only be effective before the age of 16 when it is practiced.

Unfortunately, Qin Mo is already 60 years old, far past the age of 16. What can be done?

Subsequently, the divine Xuan Tian mirror traversed space and sent Qin Mo back to Fen Town. He was filled with hatred and prepared to end his life in his hometown.

But unexpectedly, soon after, Qin Mo was attacked and besieged by the three tribes in the ruins of Fen Town. He fled to the peak of Wanren Mountain.

……

A lifetime of memories surged and swirled in Qin Mo's mind like water. Suddenly, a terrifying sound shattered his thoughts.

Not far away, a group of ghost shadows appeared. Then, a horde of skeleton soldiers from the Bone Clan and snake demons from the Demon Clan surged towards Qin Mo.

"Never thought I, Qin Mo, would have such a difficult life, and ultimately die here." Qin Mo sighed inwardly, stood up.

Here—the precipice on the north face of Mount Wanren is where Qin Mo was ambushed by his own family at the age of fourteen.

Gazing impassively at the three clans charging towards him, Qin Mo stood still. With a single leap, he jumped off the precipice of ten thousand zhang.

The wind howled in his ears, almost suffocating Qin Mo. Images flashed through his mind: his grandfather, his sister, and Rong, the love of his life...

"Heavens, how unjust you are! Why in my twilight years have you revealed to me the Dou Zhan Saint, and also the way to unlock it..."

Facing the biting mountain wind, Qin Mo roared wildly, his vision turned black before he lost consciousness.

……

Tick tock....

The crisp sound of water droplets echoed in his ears, lingering softly. Qin Mo felt a splitting headache, every inch, every bone as if being torn by a blade. This agonizing pain, like a thousand cuts, made him want to roar out in agony.

Am I dead?

The first thought that crossed his mind was this, however, the piercing pain that came next told him a fact: he was still alive. Just like when he was 14 years old, falling from the same cliff, he had survived once again by sheer luck.

But, how can one survive like that?

He was already a nobody, and now with these fresh injuries, he's worse than ever.

I am the most useless waste in the Qin family. Why is fate so cruel to me, allowing me to just linger on until now.

Tick tock…

Another crisp sound of water droplets broke Qin Mo from his chaotic thoughts. He opened his eyes and found himself in a mountain cave. He was leaning against the wall, with a depression in the center of the ground where water droplets continuously fell, forming a small pool.

"This mountain!"

Qin Mo's eyes widened. He knew this place so well; it was the same mountain where he had fallen from a cliff at age fourteen, enduring three days and three nights of agony.

Unconsciously lowering his head, Qin Mo's eyes widened in surprise. Instead of a gray robe, what he saw was a tattered and patched blue outfit, the attire worn by the descendants of the Qin family for three generations.

More shockingly, this is clearly a body of
years old.

Could it be...

Qin Mo's body trembled, he tried to stand up but stumbled and fell forward. Only then did he realize the severity of his injuries. His limbs were broken, his dantian was damaged, and most of his meridians were severed. It was exactly the same as the injuries he sustained when he was 14 years old, ambushed and thrown off a cliff.

Sprawling on the ground, Qin Mo stared at the pool ahead. Gritting his teeth and enduring the searing pain, he struggled to move, dragging himself along the ground, leaving a long trail of blood. Finally, he managed to crawl to the side of the pool in the center of the mountain.

Crystal-clear water in the pool reflected a face full of grime, yet it was possible to clearly discern that this was the visage of a man in his prime.

This is Qin Mo's appearance at the age of 14!

"Hmph, hmph, hmph…"

Crouching by the pool, Qin Mo curled up, a searing pain spreading through him. A fire seemed to burn in his chest, making him want to roar at the heavens, but all that came out of his mouth was a weak, raspy voice.

"At 14, have I gone back to being 14?"

Qin Mo's face contorted, a mixture of joy and sorrow, a smile and a tear. In his past life, countless nights he had dreamt of this moment, returning to his youth.

Now, this scene is real!

And deeply etched in his mind was an unnamed mantra, capable of breaking the curse of the Battle Saint and revealing the method of rebirth.