Eastern Desolate Domain, Sword God Sect.

A colossal sword pierces the heavens, seemingly touching the clouds, connected to an ancient peak.

Towers of temples stood amongst them, like fairy palaces in the heavens.

The entire Jian Shen Sect spans one hundred li.

Outside the sect, there stands an ancient sword.

This is the realm of the Sword God Sect.

At this moment, two men, drenched in sweat and out of breath, are carefully carrying a large burlap sack towards the edge of a cliff.

Bang!

When they reached the edge of the cliff, the two tossed the sack onto the ground at random and collapsed onto it simultaneously.

"We're really unlucky, aren't we? Being tasked with this boring job on the day of Jian Shen Zong's Swordmaster's investiture ceremony!"

After straightening their breaths, Zhao Hu wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but grumble a few words.

"Just stop dawdling and throw this waste, Ling Tian, off the cliff. Maybe we can still make it to Saint Bell Square in time to admire Senior Brother Qin Chuan's brilliance."

Zhang Long by the side, after a brief rest, rose again. His eyes inadvertently flashed with ferocity.

"Ah..."

At that moment, a roar echoed from the sack of dyed hemp.

The two of them instinctively took a few steps back in fright.

Then, covered in dirt, Ling Tian crawled out of the sack.

"What's going on… didn't I die? Where am I?"

Ling Tian looked at the scene before him in astonishment, muttering to himself in a barely audible voice.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu saw the waking Ling Tian, glanced at each other, their faces all showed an incredible expression.

This guy, with such serious injuries, is actually still alive?

But soon, the two hearts calmed down.

A cruel smile spread across Zhang Long's face as he stepped forward a few paces. "Ling Tian, don't get impatient yet. Although you haven't died yet, my brother and I will send you on your way immediately. Below Blackwind Cliff, the monsters from the Jian Shan range are all waiting to taste your fresh flesh."

Upon hearing Zhang Long's words, Ling Tian's body trembled.

"Black Wind Cliff, Sword Mountain Range, is this the Jian Shen Sect?"

When his dazed eyes swept around, a glimmer of joy gradually appeared on his face.

Following him, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Laughing so hard that even tears came out.

Ling Tian is the youngest Saint Realm expert in the ancient continent.

To reverse the flow of time and resurrect his dearly departed friends, he ventured alone into the first wondrous realm of the ancient continent, searching for the legendary Heavenly Tablet said to possess the power to turn back time.

But he never expected that, just as he found the Heavenly Dao Tablet and was about to step out of the strange realm.

He, who had shared life and death with him, the brother closest to his heart, the Heavenly Emperor, actually notified the Five Sages in advance. Outside the Realm of Wonders, they joined forces to encircle and attack him.

In the end, I was outnumbered.

He had no choice but to gamble everything, forcefully merging the Heavenly Dao Tablet into his soul.

Unexpectedly, misfortune turned into good fortune, and I actually reversed the course of time, returning to three hundred years ago.

"Three hundred years ago! The Heaven's Mandate Monument truly has the power of time travel, bringing me back three hundred years!"

In this life, I will erase all my regrets. Heaven's Vault and the Five Saints, you all wait for me. I will settle this debt with you very soon!

Ling Tian's heart was filled with emotion, but his eyes grew colder and colder, and his voice became increasingly icy.

The moment he infused the Divine Dao Monument with his soul, he realized.

The Heaven's Path Stele not only possesses the power of return, but also wields the might of evolving the Heavenly Dao.

This gave him a superhuman advantage when practicing martial arts and cultivating techniques.

Maybe he can cultivate all the powerful martial arts and techniques that he failed to master in his previous life.

For example, the Chaos Scripture of the Sword God Sect!

"What's gotten into this guy? Did that hit just now give him a concussion?"

Zhao Hu saw that Ling Tian went from laughing wildly to weeping uncontrollably, and then to a ferocious expression. It was no surprise that he looked at Zhang Long beside him with such an odd demeanor.

I don't think so.

Zhang Long shook his head. "He was previously crippled by Elder Qin He, and his sword bone was dug out by Senior Brother Qin Chuan. After suffering such blows, it's normal for him to go mad."

"Qin Chuan! Qin He!"

Upon hearing those two long-lost names, a cold glint of killing intent flashed across Ling Tian's eyes.

Although three hundred years have passed, he still remembers the past events vividly.

He was originally the adopted son of the Ling family in Beifeng Town, Yanyun Country.

Two years ago, because of the extraordinary talent nurtured by the Sword Bone, I joined the Sword God Sect.

After that, he was taken in as a personal disciple by Qin He, an elder of the Jian Shen Zong and Qin Chuan's father.

Under Qin He's tutelage, his cultivation soared.

He even surpassed Qin Chuan, who had always been known as a genius at Jian Shenzong.

However, it was late at night just three days ago.

Qin He and his son suddenly broke into his room.

Qin He had his dantian shattered and his cultivation ruined.

Qin Chuan then dug out his sword bone.

And then, in his presence, I refined it, merging it with myself.

And he!

The dantian is shattered!

Sword bone was dug out!

Severely injured!

Only one breath left!

Even so, Qin He and his son were still unwilling to let him go.

Today, the men Zhang Long and Zhao Hu brought him to Heifengya and fed him to the monsters in Jianshan Mountain.

Let him disappear from this world forever!

Heaven never stops him, he was thrown down from Black Wind Cliff and fell into the Sword Mountain Range.

He didn't die.

But he was saved by a divine elder of the Jian Shenzong and raised in the Jian Mountains.

But because his dantian was shattered, he could only cultivate the Chaotic True Scripture, which is difficult for ordinary people to practice.

As for Qin Chuan.

Because he refined his sword bones, he was sealed as the Sword God Sect's Sword Son today and received the full support of the Sword God Sect for cultivation.

Even later, he was also striving to become one of the top ten saints sons of the Eastern Desolation.

It was not until after a hundred years of arduous cultivation of the Chaotic Scripture that Ling Tian finally killed Qin Chuan, avenging this profound hatred!

"Qin Chuan! Qin He!"

In this lifetime, you two father and son have shattered my dantian, ruined my cultivation, and dug out the bones of my sword. I will not wait another hundred years for revenge!

Lingshan suddenly roared.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were startled once again.

"It seems this guy is truly insane. He's a cripple now and still wants to seek revenge from Senior Brother Qin Chuan and Elder Qin He?"

Coming to his senses, Zhao Hu let out a ferocious grin.

But then, his face instantly froze.

At this moment, Ling Tian actually got up from the ground...

"What's going on? He was barely breathing a moment ago, how is he suddenly standing up now?"

Zhang Long suddenly panicked.

At this time, the Heavenly Dao Stele of Ling Tian released a miraculous power.

In the blink of an eye, his battered and bruised body was rapidly and effectively repaired.

"Qin Chuan should still be at Shengzhong Square, right?"

After his injuries healed, Ling Tian's eyes, filled with coldness, swept over Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.

For some unknown reason, when the two looked at each other from afar, a deep sense of shyness involuntarily arose in their hearts.

"His cultivation base had long been abolished by Elder Qin He, he was now a useless person, there was nothing to be afraid of! Zhao Hu, let's join hands and push him off Black Wind Cliff, send him back to…"

Zhang Long's voice trembled, and he nervously said to Zhao Hu.

(The End)