What's a random dude to do when he wakes up in the world of Naruto? Befriend the sand Jinchuuriki and pray for the best.

The creator of stars meets the creator of the land and sea. Read on, young star searchers, if you wish to learn the woven tales of the wind sun and stars.

Hadjar stood in the center of the arena, close to Shakar's sword. The locals regarded such a gesture as self-confident and full of bluster. Naturally, this upset the young boy.
While he was puffing, unwinding his turban, and pulling off his caftan, demonstrating his readiness to engage in a bloody battle, Hadjar mentally slapped himself. He was just six or eight years older than Shakh, but despite that, Hadjar thought his foe was a kid more than anything else.
"I want to see a fair fight," Shakar said sternly, addressing both the foreigner and his nephew.
The Heaven Soldier was worried, but not for Hadjar. The former General felt a pang of loneliness at the realization. Immediately, the tiger cub's claws sank quite noticeably into the top of Hadjar's head.
"Got it," Hadjar smiled.
Following Shakh's example, he took off his sandals, unwound his turban and, to everyone's surprise, moved the white tiger cub off his head. When she found herself standing on the sand, she hissed in displeasure and immediately hid in the red and blue folds of the turban.
Compared to Shakh's trained body, where all the muscles could be seen so clearly that even a sculpture made by an experienced craftsman would've envied him, Hadjar looked a little more... realistic. He had definition to his muscles, but not nearly as much as Shakh did. Besides, it was very difficult to show off a body that was so covered in scars it was impossible to find an inch of skin unmarred by them.
"My Master says that the more scars a warrior has, the weaker they are," Shakh scoffed. "A real warrior allows only their beloved to touch their skin!"
"Well, I guess nobody has touched your skin except your mother, in that case," Hadjar retorted casually.
Shakh's face became so bright red that it was obvious that Hadjar's words had scored a point. The boy's confidence was finished off by Ilmena's undisguised laughter, as she had recovered from her battle and was now spectating.
"Begin, and may the Great Stars favor you," Shakar repeated the ceremonial phrase.
As soon as the chief finished speaking the phrase, Shakh grabbed his two daggers. Again, that same white energy flowed through them. It touched the sand and the conjured dogs jumped out of two whirlwinds. Then, same as before, the young warrior's daggers evaporated, turning into the dogs' glittering steel tongues.
Hadjar watched Shakh's energy carefully, but didn't spot a single hint of a secret Technique in how it moved. The young man continued to move his hands like an experienced puppeteer at a show. He thrust his right palm forward and gave a single order: "Kill him!"
The dogs howled and dived into the sand. It was quite amazing to watch them from a safe distance, but facing the dangerous Technique directly was... Well, apparently, Hadjar had earned his Mad General nickname for a reason.
His lips curved into an anticipatory, almost crazy and inhuman smile. The spectators felt like the chief's nephew wasn't fighting a human, but a beast. A monster wearing a human's skin, one that hungered for battle.
Hadjar brought forth his nameless, but still good blade. He scanned the sand around him, feeling the hungry dogs circling him somewhere in its depths. No matter how much Hadjar tried, he couldn't determine where exactly they would come out of the ground from.
Using only his instincts, he slashed to the right. The attack launched a crescent of energy, leaving a deep furrow on the wall that was thirty paces away. The dog that had been split in half howled, but immediately recovered, the two halves of it merging back together, and dived back into the sand.
Hadjar snarled like that same dog had when his right thigh was struck with a sharp flash of pain. From the sand next to his foot, one of the dogs had emerged and dug in with its sandy fangs, then slashed him with the dagger that had replaced its tongue. Before Hadjar had time to counterattack, it disappeared into the sand again.
All this time, Shakh had been moving his hands as if he were controlling the dogs' movements. If that had been the case, Hadjar would've sensed the flow of energy coming from his fingers.
Deciding to check his hunch, Hadjar assumed the first stance of the 'Light Breeze' Technique.
"Strong Wind," Hadjar whispered softly.
He didn't need to say the name of the Technique out loud, but it helped him concentrate. Hadjar swung his sword, sending out a wave of cutting wind that contained whirling, ghostly blades and the shadowy outline of a dragon.
Such a powerful attack made most of the spectators reach for their weapons instinctively, but Shakh didn't even blink. He waved his hands and the two dogs, emerging from the sand in front of him, formed a sand wall that stopped Hadjar's attack.
"What the-"
Hadjar didn't have time to finish speaking, as he now had to fend off the creatures that were attacking him. He swung his sword with a speed that none of those present could've duplicated, except, perhaps, Shakar. However, that wasn't enough to deal with the sand dogs. More and more cuts appeared on Hadjar's body. Blood flowed down his skin in rivulets. His wounds stung from his salty sweat.
Hadjar wouldn't have been surprised if Shakh had dodged his attack, if he'd interfered with the Technique itself, if he'd cut it in half, but for the first time ever, he had witnessed someone simply block the 'Strong Wind'.
Noticing a slight misstep in the sandy dogs' rhythm, Hadjar assumed another stance. Breathing in deeply, he used almost half his energy.
"Spring Wind!" he cried.
The attack, which contained the mysteries of the Sword Spirit and had been amplified by the 'Spring Wind' stance, took the form of an angry dragon sitting atop a bright, huge blade. Despite its size, the blade was so fast as it whistled through the air that it took everyone by surprise.
Shakh tried to create another wall in front of him, but didn't manage to complete the Technique in time. As a result, the blade didn't find its goal but still struck him, even after being mostly deflected by his half-finished wall. Luckily for him, it only grazed Shakh's shoulder.
Leaving a long trail of blood behind it, the conjured blade flew for at least forty steps, then cut down the roof of a house standing nearby. Fortunately, the building was abandoned and nobody lived there. The might of the attack impressed not only the spectators, but also Shakar.
The chief of security quickly realized that this was an incredible feat for a simple practitioner. Managing to do something like this before reaching the level of a true cultivator was... Great Stars, had the living legend of Lidus fallen into his lap?
Shakh, grimacing in pain, immediately pulled a strip of cloth from his belt and wrapped his shoulder. With adrenaline surging through his veins, he didn't notice the extent of the damage his opponent's Technique had caused. He returned to the battle eagerly. His dogs turned into a miniature sandstorm, and their bladed tongues flickered with such speed that it seemed as if there were not two, but twenty of them.
Hadjar deflected the attacks as fast as he could. He created a sphere of steel around him. Repeatedly, he fought off unexpected attacks that came from the oddest angles and directions. He had to rely on his instincts alone because it was impossible to see or predict where the next blow would come from.
Hadjar could no longer follow Shakh's onslaught. Initially, he had wanted to test this Technique, but now he was trying to stay alive. The peril ignited the warrior's fighting spirit. He knew perfectly well that he didn't understand anything about this style. It didn't look like a straightforward practitioner's Technique, but more like what Serra and Nehen had used.
Finally, after one of the dogs had done far more than just cut his skin, and actually plunged its blade very deeply into his left shoulder, Hadjar decided that it was time to end this. Apparently, it wouldn't be as easy to discover the secret of Shakh's Technique and fighting style as he'd hoped.
Somewhere deep inside, Hadjar grabbed for, felt, saw — he couldn't find the right words to describe the feeling. Anyway, it felt like he'd mentally picked up the sword. Not his actual, metal blade, but his inner one. The shadow of the shadow of the Sword Spirit hidden in the World River.
Hadjar guided this 'sword' into his simple metal one and then swung once. This simple attack, not even a Technique, looked like a thin strip of wind flying toward Shakh. Except there was so much power in it that it dispelled the sandstorm and pulled it along as easily as a single grain of sand. The spectators' hearts missed a beat.
Ilmena grabbed her daggers and the islander set his staff in front of him.
Shakh didn't sense a sword strike flying toward him, but an enraged dragon hidden in the wind. He immediately erected the densest and heaviest sand wall that he was capable of producing in front of him, but even before the collision, it was clear that this wouldn't be enough to stop the attack.
Suddenly, a small sun came to life in the arena.
Shakar, holding his broadsword, which was shrouded in a golden glow, in front of him, met the northerner's strike. The deceptively thin strip of wind struck the rock made of golden sunshine. What could a simple practitioner do to Shakar's best defensive Technique? Perhaps nothing.
But the very second that the golden rock that was covering the chief of security and his nephew formed, Shakar felt something so sharp in that strip of wind that he feared it would be able to cut through not only the 'Golden Rock' Technique, but an entire mountain.
At the last second, Shakar moved his broadsword, and instead of blocking the strike, he parried it with the same golden glow. The attack, which had lost a good portion of its power and speed, flew at least fifty paces before it melted in the air.
"Uncle," Shakh began, but didn't finish, stumbling on his words after seeing Shakar's condemning glance.
"The Northerner has won," the adamant verdict came.
No one protested, in spite of the fact that Hadjar was covered in cuts and blood. Every spectator had seen a glimpse of their own death in that last strike.

"Dragon Heart" is one of the top-rated Wuxia LitRPG novels in Russia. The author has been writing the story for only one and a half years, however, it already has 1500 chapters spanning 18 books. The whole story is planned out and will have over 2000 chapters and 20 books. The version in Russian has been read over 30,000,000 times.  This story has made Klevanski the  #1 or #2 author on the 4 biggest self-publishing sites in Russia. Right now, "Dragon Heart" is being translated into English and published chapter by chapter on several American sites. 

HERE ON RR IS PUBLISHING THE THIRD BOOK OF THE SERIES. 

You can buy the 1st books on Amazon or read it for free in Kindle Unlimited.

Arc 1:

BOOK I: STONE WILL

BOOK II: IRON WILL 

BOOK III: BLOOD WILL 

Arc 2:

BOOK IV: SEA OF SAND

BOOK V: SEA OF SORROW

Arc 3:

BOOK VI: LAND OF MAGIC

BOOK VII: LAND OF DEMONS

BOOK VIII: LAND OF THE ENEMY

BOOK IX: LAND OF PAIN

BOOK X: LAND OF WAR

Arc 4:

BOOK XI: PATH TO THE UNKNOWN

 

Description

He was born anew in a world where martial arts were indistinguishable from magic. He’d only received a neuronet and meaningless desires from his past life. What lies ahead? He’d dreamed of adventure and freedom, but those dreams were taken away from him. The same way his mother, father, and sister had been taken away. They took his Kingdom, they even took his destiny. But he is willing to wage a war, against the whole world if need be, to bring everything back. Even if a whole army opposes him, his sword won’t waver. Even if the Emperor sends entire legions against him, his step won’t falter. Even if demons and gods, heroes and villains alike, unite against him, he won’t bend to their will. His own will is iron itself, unstoppable. His name is Hadjar and he heeds the call of the dragon heart within him. 

This novel contains uncensored scenes of battle that may or may not include depictions of violence and gore. Read it at your own risk.

 

If that voice was Arinda's voice, then why didn't she have any consciousness and only listened to Arinda's voice?
Lian Lian's fingers dug into her hair and carefully thought about the cause and effect. It seemed that it was because they had finished their meal that she had lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
The ingredients in the meal were all taken from the cave's basement. They had already eaten this type of ingredients many times, so there was definitely no problem with the ingredients.
And the water used for cooking was taken from the lake by Arinda. Could it be that there was a problem with the water?
Thinking of water, Lian Lian Thought of Arinda.
If her deduction was not wrong, it was Arinda who had put something in the water to make her lose consciousness, and then used some kind of method to control her thoughts, making her listen to Arinda's orders She was like a doll as she desperately walked forward.
The corners of her lips curled up into a cold smile. No matter how much she retreated, Arinda still regarded her as her mortal enemy, and she had to kill her.
Indeed, people could not be kind. Once a person was kind, they would be bullied by others. They would be played like fools.
"Arinda, this is the last time. The next time we see you, we will only be enemies. Don't expect me to be merciful to you, " Lian Lian said coldly.
Even though she was in the endless desert and no one could hear her voice, she still said it. She did not say it to others, but to herself. This was the last time she would be merciful to someone who was not worth it.
Suddenly, a gust of yellow wind swept up countless sandstorms. Lian Lian buried her head in her arms and curled herself into a ball. She tried her best to shrink herself so that the sandstorm wouldn't hurt her.
After a long time, the strong wind finally stopped. Lian Lian only felt that she was shrouded in darkness. Her body was very heavy.
He tried his best to stretch his arms out and stand up before shaking off the heavy sand on his body.
Her position was very bad. There wasn't even a sand Dune beside her. If there was a sand Dune beside her, she could still avoid the sandstorm. But now, she was almost buried into a sand dune by the sand.
This was very dangerous. If the wind and sand had blown for a longer period of time, she would have been buried by the sand and suffocated due to lack of oxygen.
Her gaze swept across the entire desert. She had to leave quickly. Staying here would be courting death.
However, in the endless desert, she could not see the way out or the direction.
As the last Ray of light fell, the sun disappeared into the horizon. Lian Lian noticed that the place where the sun disappeared was in the West.
She quickly identified the North, south, east, west, and north. She took out her phone and looked at the last screenshot of the map.
At this time, there was no signal on her phone. She could only rely on her own judgment to determine her approximate location and where she was going.
The place where the sun disappeared was the West. She was going to the east, in the heart of the desert. The east was where the mysterious army was located.
She immediately went in the opposite direction of the place where the sun disappeared. She walked quickly forward. Once the desert was completely dark, it would be very dangerous. The temperature below zero was not something she could bear.
Fortunately, there was a compass function on her phone that could ensure that she would be heading east.
However, she did not know how long she would have to walk before she could see the army.
When the sky was filled with stars, the air had already dropped to a bone-chilling chill.
Lian Lian could only walk faster to warm up her body so that she would not freeze to death.
However, no matter how strong a person's physical strength was, there would be times when they would be tired. There would also be times when they would not be able to withstand such a high-intensity exercise.
Because of fatigue, her legs went soft and she knelt on the sand. Her body rushed forward and the sand tore her palm.
A needle-like pain swept over her body. She withdrew her hand and knelt on the sand. She gently touched her palm. There was not much electricity left in the phone. She could not use the function of the flashlight anymore She needed to maintain the last bit of electricity to use the function of the compass on the phone.
If the phone ran out of electricity and she could not use the function of the compass, in this endless desert, she would not be able to distinguish north, south, east, and West. It was very easy to go in the wrong direction. Then she would never be able to find the army She would die in this desert.
Her fingers touched her palm, trying to get rid of the sand embedded in her skin and flesh, but the pain was so painful that tears fell from her eyes. She wanted to clean the sand out of her skin and flesh one by one, or else it would get infected.
Suddenly, there was the sound of running and panting from afar. She looked towards the place where the sound came from and saw many small lanterns.
Those small green lanterns were one by one, as bright as the stars in the sky.
Lian Lian looked at those little green lanterns in surprise. What were those things She thought to herself?
Most people would think that these little green lanterns were ghost flames when they saw them, but she did not believe that there were ghost flames in the desert.
Moreover, she was not superstitious.
As those little lanterns got closer and closer, she suddenly thought of something. These little green lanterns were not ghost flames, but the eyes of wolves.
She had read that the eyes of wolves were green in the middle of the night.
She clenched her hands into fists and took a deep breath. She had actually bumped into a desert wolf in the desert.
At this moment, no matter how intelligent she was, she did not know how to deal with the wolf pack.
Her hand touched her waist, and there was a gun on her waist. There were eight bullets in the gun, which meant that she could only fire eight shots, but the number of wolves in this wolf pack far exceeded eight.
She secretly regretted bringing this small pistol. If she had brought that big pistol, there would have been more than ten bullets, which might have been enough.
As the small green lanterns gradually approached her, she had to make a move. If she did not make a move now, she would be torn to pieces by the wolf pack.
The Sky was already completely dark. Other than the small lanterns, she couldn't see anything else. It was entirely based on her experience that she could tell which two small lanterns were closest to each other, which meant that between the two small lanterns was the forehead of the wolf.
Her Gaze was fixed on the spot between the two small lanterns when she suddenly fired a gun. Following that, the two small green lanterns disappeared and the surrounding small green lanterns fluttered to dodge in all directions Then, one by one, the small green lanterns looked at her with flashing Green Lights.
Lian Lian bit her lips. She knew that she had killed a wolf. Now, the wolf pack was confronting her. However, it wouldn't be long before the wolves would approach her and attack her.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for the clever wolves to stop being afraid of gunshots. One by one, the wolves approached Lian Lian.
Lian Lian knew very well that although she couldn't see the wolves clearly and could only see their eyes, the wolves could see her very clearly. The Wolf's eyes had the ability to see at night.
She furrowed her brows and aimed at another wolf. Suddenly, she fired, and the sound of gunshots pierced the sky.

"Uncle, I was punished for being late! " "Buy the school. "
"Uncle, I was bullied! " "SEND THEM TO HEAVEN! "
In this era of competing for fathers, Qin Sheng never competed for fathers. Those things were too extravagant. She didn't have them, she only competed for uncles!
Ever since she had a rich uncle, she lived a life of fighting and being cleaned up by others, causing trouble and being scapegoated by others.
Her three big goals in life were to make him fall in love with her, fall in love with her, fall in love with her!

Qian Jin sensed the warmth and love that he hadn't felt in a long time during this meal.
With his hands behind his back, Qian Cheng hummed a tune that he learned from somewhere and went back to the Qian Family with his hunchback while greeting the pedestrians.
"Qian Jin, let's go." Duren Burg wrapped his arms around Qian Jin's neck and moved in the opposite direction. He said, "Let's go and find the stuff that we are after."
Zence Matten looked in the direction of the Ancient Desert Sea and got nervous again. He thought, "This could be a clear trap. Are we going to encounter lethal danger inside the Ancient Desert Sea? What would the danger come from?"
…
"Danger? It will come from the least expected place. Sixth Brother is living backward. He should know that he is walking into a trap, but he is not stopping. Did he forget that he is a noble prince? His life is different from those other people's."
"Hey, this kid wants to be the greatest emperor. Is he dreaming too much?"
Under the moonlight, a young man who was also wearing a white robe and looked 70 percent similar to Zence Matten fanned himself with a folding hand and looked at the sky as he said lightly, "Friendship? Humph!"
"Third Brother…"
"Fourth Brother, I know what you want to say. We have the same father, but there is the only throne…"
The Fourth Prince, who looked valiant sighed and didn't say anything. He thought, "This trap is too vicious. I wonder when Third Brother figured out these pieces of information."
"Qian Jin? Although I never saw you, I have more information on you compared with anyone else. Half shield?" The Third Prince smiled confidently and thought, "Perhaps that legend about hidden treasures recorded on the shield is true, but…"
The Ancient Desert Sea was a place that no changes would take place in millions of years. Even if tens of millions of years passed by, one couldn't tell the passage of time by just looking at this place.
This desert was forever vast and peaceful. Even if millions of soldiers came here, the troop would look tiny and fragile compared to it.
When Qian Jin walked into the Ancient Desert Sea, the sun was already below the horizon, and many stars and the moon occupied the sky.
Although many veteran soldiers could understand complicated land maps and sea maps, very few could comprehend star maps.
However, Qian Jin was one of the few people in the world that understood star maps. There were a ton of books in the library of the Qian Family, and Qian Jin read many of them when he was little. Therefore, he came across a vast amount of knowledge regarding star maps.
"Judging from the star map, the location is deeper into the Ancient Desert Sea." Qian Jin lowered his hand and looked at the half shield in his hand while recalling the map on the half shield that was now inside his body. He looked up at the sky and said, "The Ancient Desert Sea is different from other places. We need to be careful."
Everyone didn't say anything and observed carefully. Although the outer edge of the Ancient Desert Sea was known as the safe zone, no one knew when a powerful demon beast living deeper in the desert would suddenly appear on the outer edge. If the team ran into such a demon beast, it would be troublesome.
"There shouldn't be anything in the area." After looking into the distance for a while, Duren Burg broke the silence and said, "I don't detect any danger."
Night vision! It was one of the unique abilities that Duren Burg got after awakening his bloodline. This ability seemed useless at other times, but it was invaluable at this moment.
The Ancient Desert Sea was cold during the night.
Zence Matten tightened the rug that he wrapped around himself to block winds and flying sand. As he slightly shrunk his body, he thought, "Did my brain stop working? How come I came to this dangerous place with my future officials? Ay! It is hard being a proper emperor! I have to worry about the lives of my future officials!"
Zence Matten tried to explain the situation and felt better.
"A herd of snakes!"
After traveling for about five kilometers, the group finally encountered the first group of 'assassins' in the desert.
Under the nightly sky, thousands of snakes that were as thick as human wrists crawled toward the group. Their green eyes emitted cold glints, and their bodies ground against the sand and created a series of chilly, ear-piercing noises.
"No need to worry!" Duren Burg walked over directly, and the snakes instantly sped up and charged toward him, wanting to devour this delicious meal.
"Bloodline battle form! Open!"
The hydra bloodline battle form was instantly opened. Hydras were the emperors among snakes.
Duren Burg's giant warrior soul appeared, and it looked down at the sand snakes as if they were lowly subjects in front of a royal.
The snakes that were charging at Duren Burg froze and the world suddenly turned quiet. The sand snakes charging at the foremost turned their bodies and twitched, dying on the spot as their gallbladders broke due to fear.
"This feeling is great!" Duren Burg turned around and looked at Cech Flet as he said, "Little Cech, even though you have that saint item, you don't look as dashing as me, huh?"
Cech Flet pulled out his sword and was about to stab Duren Burg, showing displeasure toward the nickname, Little Cech.
[TL Note: Little Cech also sounds like concubine in Chinese.]
"Alright, you guys are done. Go away!" Duren Burg waved his hand at the herd of snakes. Without looking at Qian Jin and others, and sand snakes all turned around and disappeared into the night.
On the way, the group encountered several herds of demon beasts. The snake-type demon beasts were all sent away by Duren Burg, and other individual demon beasts were all killed by the powerful members of the team regardless of their strength level.
One day, two days…
The team didn't dare to move too fast in the desert; they move forward with caution, paying close attention to everything in the area. They rested during the day and referred to the stars in the sky and the star map to move at night.
With a bestial roar, a giant beast that was more than three meters tall slowly fell onto the golden-colored sand reluctantly. Then, the corpse of the giant beast landed on the ground, and grains of sand were sent flying in all directions behind Cech Flet.
Duren Burg looked at the power that the saint item had, and he was envious. The demon beasts here were no longer on the same level as those at the outer edge of the desert. The members in the team couldn't scare away demon beasts without fighting anymore, and these demon beasts' aggressiveness and wildness all increased.
Qian Jin squatted beside the demon beast that Cech Flet just killed and carefully observed its forehead. A grey light was slowly disappearing from its forehead.
"Undead… undead again."
Seeing the undead heraldry on the demon beast's forehead, Qian Jin gasped and felt chilly. The cold wind in the night appeared to be even more chilled, and Qian Jin felt like his lungs were going to freeze.
"Undead? Comrade, what are you talking about?" Duren Burg walked over and looked at the demon beast that had died. "It feels like we have seen this heraldry before."
Zence Matten also got close to look at the heraldry on this demon beast's forehead. He thought to himself, "Undead creatures are only mythical creatures in the tales of traveling poets. They don't exist in reality. How come…"
With a sharp saber in hand, Qian Jin carved out the complete metal heraldry from the demon beast's forehead. The blood around the grey heraldry made it seem even chiller, it felt like demons who were sleeping in the depths of the earth gradually woke up.
"Undead creatures really exist."
Qian Jin's voice wasn't loud, but the chilly wind didn't seem that cold anymore. At least compared to what Qian Jin said, the chilly wind felt warm as if the temperature in the area dropped by dozens of degrees.
Zence Matten felt the goosebumps appearing on his skin, and he asked, "Undead? Do they exist? What do you mean?"
"Undead creatures really exist…" Qian Jin repeated this fact again, and he glanced at his peers while he said, "I didn't plan to tell you, just in case that you might get curious and anxious. In fact, you guys have even seen it before, but you didn't know back then."
Duren Burg suddenly recalled Qian Jin's battle before the Demon King. When Qian Jin battled the iron-arm mantis bloodline warrior, similar grey light flashed on that warrior's forehead, and Duren Burg thought that it was a unique technology that demons developed.
"There are undead creatures in this desert." Qian Jin's voice turned grim as he said, "Undead creatures aren't living beings, but they are also not dead people. They are unique existences after combining mystic potions and runes. They are mutated creatures who are pursuing immortality and want to become the gods of the stars."
People felt like the temperature in the area dropped again; this was their first time hearing such a thing.
 "Interesting. This young man is smart." The Third Prince lay on a rocking chair and looked at the stars in the sky. Meanwhile, a golden horn sounded by his ear, transmitting Qian Jin and others' conversation.
Detectaphone! A type of magic conductor.
A confident smile appeared on the Third Prince's face as he thought, "Sixth Brother likes bringing Iron everywhere with him, but he doesn't know that Iron has a detectaphone on him. I used great effort to place it inside his body. It seems like it is all worth it. This Qian Jin actually also knows about the undead, but he never mentioned it…"
"Third Brother, undead is…"
"A type of terrifying and powerful existence." The Third Prince closed his eyes as his body slightly trembled, and he didn't look at the 500 elite soldiers who were fully armored behind him. "I learned about them by accident. Potentially, their threat to our empire might be greater than demons, but… we don't have enough forces to deal with them. If I report this to Royal Father and move the troops, those damn demons will attack at this moment…" the Third Prince sighed and shifted his focus back onto the golden horn.


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The fortieth catacomb.
Klein held the Firestorm Saber and looked around.
Little Fox and Little Wind followed closely behind.
The blade of the Firestorm Saber was one and a half meters long.
It had many complicated patterns.
It was light as a whole, and it didn't take much effort to hold it in his hand.
The speed of the saber was increased, and it could burst into flames. Like a whirlwind, it encircled the saber.
Furthermore, Klein, who possessed the ability of flames, could add more flames to the saber at will.
However, Klein wasn't familiar with it at the moment.
Therefore, he couldn't add too much. He had to keep it within a certain range.
"Roar!"
There was a roar in front of him.
A behemoth pounced at him.
The only underground creature in this catacomb, the Flowing Sand Lion!
It was three meters long and huge. Its entire body was covered in a thick layer of sand armor. Its defensive ability far exceeded that of the Rock Armor Crocodile.
Its danger factor was 34.
It had a fierce and violent temperament, and its ability was to condense sand armor.
It could roll up the sand under its feet and condense into sand armor in the span of a breath.
If it could not break through the defense and kill it in one go, then it could continuously condense sand armor. It was very difficult to deal with.
If he wanted to kill it, he would need a sharp weapon.
Shoo!
Lightning flashed.
It was Klein who shot the Lightning Crossbow.
The arrow pierced through the sand armor of the Flowing Sand Lion.
Roar
The Flowing Sand Lion slowed down its movements, apparently because of the numbing effect.
This arrow failed to kill the Flowing Sand Lion.
Quicksand constantly surged through the wound where the arrow was, condensing into armor once again.
The Flowing Sand Lion pounced at him again.
Klein's movements were nimble as he quickly dodged to the side.
Little Fox and Little Wind were instructed to watch the battle from the side as soon as they entered.
With the enhancement of a Low-Level Agility Enchantment Scroll, Klein's speed increased.
In a flash, he had already circled behind the Flowing Sand Lion.
Klein put away the Lightning Crossbow.
Actually, if he were to use the Lightning Crossbow to kite the Flowing Sand Lion, he would definitely be able to grind the big fellow to death in a few minutes.
However, he had to test the power of the Firestorm Saber.
Klein held the saber with both hands.
With a thought...
A flame ignited on the blade.
In an instant, the entire knife was covered in swirling flames.
The surrounding air suddenly rose!
Klein was the person holding the saber, so he didn't feel it clearly.
Streams of air blew backward from the hilt of the knife, separating the heat from his body.
The air streams gradually turned into white smoke.
Like gray ribbons, they fluttered in the wind.
"Kill."
Klein charged forward.
The Flowing Sand Lion had already reacted. It turned its head and pounced forward.
In the face of the scorching flames, it was instinctively afraid, and the sand armor on its body was even thicker.
As long as it could withstand one strike, it would definitely be able to destroy the intruder!
The Flowing Sand Lion was confident in its sand armor.
Pfft!
One strike.
It was like cutting tofu.
The Firestorm Saber easily sliced through the sand armor.
One of the Flowing Sand Lion's forelimbs landed on the ground,
Another strike...
Following closely behind, it was as though the first strike had just landed when the second strike followed.
The Flowing Sand Lion was split into two!
Its internal organs and blood flowed all over the ground.
The quicksand that covered its body disintegrated.
Klein sheathed his saber.
He looked at the Flowing Sand Lion on the ground.
The wounds were either charred or melted.
The sand armor from before seemed to be nonexistent.
"Is this the Rare Firestorm Saber?"
Klein revealed a satisfied smile.
The high temperature could rapidly melt armor.
The Flowing Sand Lion's body was tough, but it couldn't withstand a single strike.
[System notification: Flowing Sand Lion Meat+12]
[System notification: Flowing Sand Lion Blood+1,000 ml ]
[System notification: Flowing Sand Lion Bone+6]
[System notification: Flowing Sand Lion Skin+1]
Klein decomposed the corpse.
There was more blood and meat to begin with.
A portion of the blood was burned dry.
A portion of the meat was charred!
The Flowing Sand Lion blood didn't have any special effects.
There was meat.
[Flowing Sand Lion Meat: It tastes average and is often consumed. A weapon forged with earth runes will increase your affinity with it. Current satiation index is three stars. Overall score is 68...]
"If it's wind runes or fire runes, it would be better."
Klein touched his wrist and said, "However, the affinity earth runes aren't bad either. The strength bracers use earth runes."
It was better than having no effect.
Unfortunately, the meat didn't taste good.
Klein came to a corner.
There was an iron treasure chest in the catacomb.
After checking it, he opened it!
[System notification: Iron Treasure Chest+1]
[System notification: 300ml Cola+4]
[System notification: Fire Runes+2]
[System notification: Earth Runes+1]
[System notification: Chili Seeds+4]
[System notification: Perfect Leap Combat Boots Blueprint+1]
Klein raised his eyebrows.
Another runic equipment!
He learned decisively.
[Perfect Leap Combat Boots: Wind Runes 1/2, Earth Runes 8/2, Iron 95/8, Copper 87/5, Beast Bones 36/6, Beast Skin 9/12]
[Details: Wear it and feel like you're flying. Maybe you don't have an advantage in terms of speed, but you can jump up to a few meters.]
"Hey, it's not acceleration."
Klein shook his head, feeling a little disappointed.
At the moment, he had a floating propeller.
He could jump as high as he wanted.
The ability to transform into a flying combat boots was a little redundant.
"It's better than nothing. I got more from opening the box this time, mainly Coke and chili seeds."
Klein stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
Naturally, he didn't need too much Cola.
There were four bottles in total, and he could enjoy them for a few days.
Chili was one of Klein's favorite condiments.
In the past, he didn't like anything that wasn't spicy.
Although he had switched to chili noodles, he still missed the taste of ordinary chili.
Even if it was just condiments and not necessities of life, it was worth it for him to make a planter that was specially used to cultivate chili peppers!
Klein thought for a moment before saying, "There are still quite a number of resources on the ground. Let's search them thoroughly first."
Klein noticed that there were more than ten balls of plants not far away.
If he wasn't wrong, they should be one of the ingredients for the antidote: the Ball Rolling Grass!
If the antidote was produced by Klein, it would probably be in high demand if it was put on the market.
Many of the crypt creatures were poisonous.
Or if they accidentally entered the poison chamber, they would need it.


After being awakened from their slumber, billions of people found themselves dispersed in various sealed crypts. Surrounded by earth, they each had only a shovel. They had to dig their own tunnels in order to advance to the next crypts. Nobody could predict whether it was a crypt full of supplies or monsters ahead! Klein was also forced to join in the digging, but he could see hints. [Dig further and you will end up in magma.] [It’s not a bad idea to dig to your right. After you enter the crypt, dash for four meters and stab the underground creature in slumber to death with a spear.] [A baby lamb is awaiting you on your left.] While everyone else was still exploring cautiously, Klein was already loaded with supplies and was dominating the underground world. While the rest were still stressed over their next meal, Klein was already trading with others with his leftover food...


Wu Qi laid comfortably between the young Gale's claws as they made the ascent. He believed that the Gale would not return his kindness with ingratitude, and even if he were wrong, with the tens of adult Gales around him, what else could he do? Adult Gales were frightening existences who could hunt True Dragons of Gold Immortal realm as their foods! 'Just let them do whatever they want!' Wu Qi was too lazy to think anymore.
Layers upon layers of cloud were pierced, and gusts after gusts of wind were ditched behind. There were also heavenly flames, dark ices, light streams, an ocean of sand and stars, many of which were natural barriers that could kill Gold Immortals if they were trapped accidentally. The Gales cautiously avoided all these fatal natural barriers, bringing Wu Qi to ascend further up into the sky.
Up and up they flew, ascending higher into the sky with numerous gusts of green wild winds carrying them from all directions. Their speed was nearly one hundred times faster than Wu Qi's when he was fleeing with the Acquired Magnetic Swordbeam using all his energy. They could climb several thousand miles higher in just mere seconds.
Wu Qi witnessed many extraordinary scenes throughout the journey. He just could not stop being marveled by the natural barriers created by the Heaven and Earth, especially when they went past a thundercloud layer measuring hundreds of thousands of miles thick. It was a space with not even a single impurity to be found, where everything was ruled by the pure force of thunder. Amidst the thunderclouds that stretched for unknown miles, he saw countless peculiar creatures, whose bodies were longer than one thousand miles, and half translucent like jellyfishes.
These magnificent creatures were slowly stretching their gorgeous-looking bodies, gently waving their long tentacles where tiny electric arcs kept bolting out, hunting some bizarre insects around them that were shaped like worms, but about seven to eight miles long and having a body purely formed from thunders and electricity.
As the Gales were passing through the thundercloud layer, these enormous creatures slowly stretched out their tentacles, wanting to catch a few Gales as their dinner. Fortunately, the Gales moved very quickly, and although these creatures were huge, they were too slow. It was threatening, but not dangerous. The group avoided the attacks and went past the thundercloud layer easily.
At that moment, Wu Qi recalled a frightening creature that he read in Scroll of Stealing, the 'Thundercloud Mother'. The creature only existed in thunder and lightning, and their primary food source was the spirit bred from within thunder and lightning. Every Thundercloud Mother had an overall strength of a Heaven Immortal when they were born, and the adults, those whose bodies stretched nearly one thousand miles, possessed an offensive strength of a Gold Immortal.
When they were passing the layer of heavenly flame, Wu Qi witnessed the 'Flaming Dragon Beasts', who had six wings and were purely formed from Xuanji Heavenly Fire.
When they were passing the layer of dark ice, Wu Qi and his company nearly got killed by a creature which looked very much like a centipede. Its body measured longer than ten thousand miles, with countless thin, almost transparent wings stretching out from both sides. As a 'Heavenly Centipede, it could fly as fast as the Gales, and the 'Dark Blue Nether Breath' sprayed out of its mouth was incredibly powerful, a dreadful energy that could instantly turn the fleshly body of a Gold Immortal into ice crystals. The breath nearly hit one of the Gales. But luckily, as the Gales were agiler than the Heavenly Centipede, after spending some time in violently dodging and avoiding, they managed to ditch the creature and left the layer of dark ices safely.
Amidst the layer of light streams, Wu Qi saw the 'Streamer Wildebeest', a creature who could fly as fast as light.
And, amidst the ocean of sand and stars, Wu Qi saw the greedy Star Sandworms. They were bizarre creatures that resembled earthworms, who had a body about one thousand miles long, but could stretch over hundreds of thousands of miles long in just a twinkle. When he saw them, they were in the middle of attacking a True Dragon whose origin was unknown, yet was accidentally dragged into the ocean of sand and stars by the Heavenly Vortex of Sand and Stars. And, although the True Dragon had an overall strength of a lower-grade Gold Immortal, it was sucked dry into a mummy by the greedy Stars Sandworms.
As they went higher in altitude, they went past many such natural barriers filled with extreme dangers. After three days and three nights, the Gales finally halted before a boundless ocean of winds. Wu Qi bowed his head to look down, and the vast, boundless Pangu Continent was before his eyes. Even with Mystic Eyes of Universe, no objects on the ground could be clearly seen. In addition to that, despite which direction he looked into, he could not see the border of the continent. It was as if it never had a border.
Wu Qi took a deep breath as he marveled over the vastness of the Pangu Continent. Suddenly, he heard a clear and melodious voice, "Listen, Human Cultivator!"
At that moment, the dozens of adult Gales around him began to shrink down. Their bodies shone with a blinding light, and gradually, dozens of luxuriously clothed men and women were revealed before him. They were handsome and beautiful, their demeanor elegant, and sending forth a naturally noble aura. They looked like a group of lofty monarchs who were above all living beings, making nobody dare to get any closer to them.
The person who spoke to Wu Qi was a lady clad in a dark long robe and having a pair of eyes that shone like stars, claiming the position of the leader among the group. "Human Cultivator, I thank you for saving my only child. To repay your kindness, I've brought you here. Go inside to seek your own fortune, and if you are lucky, you will find great benefits."
She tilted her proud head up, exposing her slender, beautiful long neck. "I am Lady Feng Qinger, the Queen of the Green Feather Clan of the Gale. The Gale you've saved is my only son, Feng Xiaoxiao. We, the Gales, have always drawn a clear distinction between kindness and hatred. Those who bully our people will be punished, and those who help us will be rewarded!"
The young Gale who had Wu Qi in his claw gave a few cries. He flapped his wings and gently touched Wu Qi with the tip.
Lady Feng Qinger pursed her lips and gave the young Gale a fierce glare. Then, she shook her head helplessly and turned to a skinny man standing next to her to speak a few words in their language. As they were communicating with their own language. Wu Qi had no idea what they were talking about.
The man took a step forward and gave Wu Qi an examination glance. After that, he said coolly, "Young Master Xiaoxiao has asked us to give you more rewards because you have saved his life. Well, we've decided to give you a little bit of the bloodline of the wild winds that exists between the Heaven and Earth. As for whether you can absorb it, that will have to depend on your luck!"
Suddenly, a one-foot long, razor-sharp nail sprung out from the man's right index finger, and using it, he made a small cut on his wrist. A green streak of blood slowly seeped out of the cut, and before long, a three feet long thread of blood emanating a very powerful energy aura had squeezed out of the man's body. He carefully cupped up the thread of blood and handed it over to Wu Qi.
Wu Qi was taken aback. He patted Feng Xiaoxiao's claw, and received the twisting thread of green blood with the utmost reverence. A suction force emerged within his palm, and the bloodline immediately squeezed into his body, fusing with him in an instant. Without the slightest hesitation, he exercised the technique he learned from the Scroll of Stealing, using the bloodline fusing technique to merge the Gale's innate divine abilities contained in the bloodline. All the power in the bloodline was perfectly inherited by him, and nothing was wasted.
Only those who were cultivating with Scroll of Stealing could perfectly fuse an external bloodline. If it were others, even if that person were a Primordial Immortal, there was no way they could achieve the same result. After fusing the bloodline, Wu Qi felt his body became lighter. It was as if his bones and flesh, his meridians, blood vessels, internal organs, everything had turned into hollow bamboo, becoming weightless feathers. Wild winds were swirling and whistling within his body, and all of a sudden, he had established an extremely miraculous connection with all the winds that blew across the Heaven and Earth.
Wu Qi narrowed his eyes as his heart kept pounding powerfully. In the Scroll of Stealing, there was a blood stealing technique which could allow him to steal the bloodlines of all the divine beasts that existed between the Heaven and Earth, and fuse their innate divine abilities. However, as none of the divine beasts were easy to deal with, it was a tremendous favor for him to have received the bloodline of the Gale!
With utmost respect, he bowed to Lady Feng Qinger and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for the generous reward, Your Majesty. In the future, if there is anything that I can help the Green Feather Clan with, I will definitely do my best!"
Lady Feng Qinger smiled faintly, shook her head indifferently, and said, "Whatever! We, the Gales, are might existences who soar freely in the sky, and we don't need any help from you, the Human Cultivators. Come, we'll escort you into the heart of this ocean of windstorms. You may gather some essence of wind spirit along the way, as those can help to enhance the Gale's bloodline in your body, improving your affinity with the force of wild winds that exist between the Heaven and Earth. Also, the essence is an excellent material to craft upper-grade immortal items. Do not miss them if you see one!"
Wu Qi expressed his gratitude to Lady Feng Qinger again. "What can we find in the heart of this ocean of windstorms?"
Lady Feng Qinger smiled faintly and said, "It is nothing of significance, just a residence of a fallen Primordial Immortal. That Immortal was somewhat connected with us, the Gales. Therefore, he had built a residence here. At present, I think only we are still aware of the residence's existence. Since you've saved Xiaoxiao, I'll give you an opportunity to obtain the treasures in the residence. As for whether you can find anything, that will have to depend on your luck!"
Feng Xiaoxiao gave a few cries, flapped his wings, and grabbed Wu Qi with his claw. After positioning himself firmly on the one-mile wide claw, a gust of strong wind rolled up the company as they began to fly straight into the seemingly boundless ocean of windstorms that was filled with countless gusts of black, green, white, blue, and green winds.
"Gu! Gu!" Along the way, Feng Xiaoxiao kept making cries that Wu Qi could not understand.
The Gales' bloodline was extremely powerful. A Snow-Armored Heaven-Devouring Python could take a human form when he was at Twenty-fourth Tier Heaven Immortal, but the Gale could only do the same after attaining a cultivation base of Gold Immortal. Only then they could talk in the human language. With Feng Xiaoxiao's current cultivation base, it would take him an unknown number of Periods before he could take a human form.
The strong winds brought Wu Qi and the company through the countless windstorms. It was a journey of two days and two nights, and along the way, Wu Qi managed to gather several hundred pieces of the essence of wind spirit, each as large as a small hill, pure green, and containing a vast wind element energy. Not only could they greatly strengthen the power of the Gale's bloodline, more importantly, they were the excellent materials to craft upper-grade immortal items. If they were given to expert craftsmen, they could be even be used to craft gold immortal items!
As they proceed further, Lady Feng Qinger suddenly halted.
Right before them, in the void surrounded by countless dark whirlwinds and vortexes, there quietly hovered a small landmass about one thousand miles in both width and length.
It had mountains and rivers, forests and grasslands. And, right at the peak of a lofty mountain standing at the center of the landmass, there loomed a broken palace that was about one hundred acres wide.
Lady Feng Qinger grabbed Wu Qi and threw him into the palace.


He who steals a hook gets hanged as a crook; he who steals a kingdom becomes a duke. 
Those who steal the world and the hearts of the people become a Divine Immortal.
The Dao of the universe is boundless, and the will of mortals is limitless.
Follow me and watch how I alone use my hands to steal the heavens!
Translator's synopsis: An unexpected discovery in Machu Picchu has transported a young professional thief from Earth to a world filled with mystical powers and evil plots. With his beloved teacher and best friend killed during the calamity, his only goal is to become stronger, so that he can take revenge for them.This is a novel filled with politics, the struggle for power, evil beauties, and of course, Divine Immortals.  
*Warning: Erotic scenes inside...

When Qin Mu brought the chest and Jiang Miao into the canyon, he saw the light flowing from the huge runes on both sides of the cliff. The next instant, all the sand in the entire canyon flew up as though a sandstorm was raising!
"Don't breathe!" Qin Mu shouted out. "Seal up all your pores!"
Jiang Miao instantly understood what was happening and held his breath while sealing up all of his pores.
The sand in the canyon wasn't just yellow sand, but spirit weapons, and any grain of sand could expand anytime to become a huge sandstone the size of dozens of fields!
If they breathed in numerous grains of sands into their nasal cavity, throat, or lungs, the result would not be pretty.
If a few grains of sand entered their pores and expanded outwards, it would also be extremely terrible for them.
The instant before the violent sand reached them, Qin Mu poured vital qi into his sword pellet and it instantly expanded. Flying swords flowed like water and transformed into a perfect metal sphere, hiding them within.
Even the most exquisite sword skills would find it difficult to defend against the bombardment of the violent sand. He couldn't ensure that he would be able to block every grain of sand, so he might as well use his sword pellet to form the most perfect sphere to protect him.
In Li City, he had already forged his flying swords into flowing water. Like Mute's sword pellets, it could transform into any form he wanted.
For having refined a weapon to such a step, his forging method could be considered god level.
The moment Qin Mu hid inside the sword pellet, the violent sand arrived, and in an instant, small dents marred the sphere where numerous grains of sand had hit!
The materials that Si Yunxiang had given Qin Mu to forge his swords were of the highest quality. He might have been resentful about the resulting swords being too heavy earlier, which resulted in it being hard to execute, but now he was thankful that Si Yunxiang had given him the best materials. It was the main reason why his sword pellet didn't shatter from the initial impact.
Even so, the sword pellet was blown away and crashed around the canyon at a terrifying speed, bouncing here and there!
Qin Mu and Jiang Miao's body shook violently inside, and they were in so much discomfort that they almost vomited blood. Even though they could avoid the flying sand in the sword pellet, the vibrations from collision almost tore them apart!
Qin Mu used all he could to execute flowing water characteristic of the sword pellet to its limit.
Every time a dent appeared, it would repair itself automatically. However, Qin Mu's vital qi would usually be shattered into pieces by the flying sand, so it was hard for him to execute the sword pellet. This resulted in more and more dents.
'This killing formation is even more terrifying than what I imagined!' Despair filled Qin Mu's heart.
When they had stepped into the canyon, Xing An had followed right after. He had stretched his hand to grab the sword pellet when violent sand suddenly flew toward him. Xing An's expression changed slightly, and his fingers trembled. His divine art burst forth to blow the sand back.
'There's something wrong about this sand. Wait, they're spirit weapons and not really sand! My corporeal body is the body of a true god, so why should I be afraid of mere sand?'
He immediately saw the clues and speculated the correct answer. Since he had already entered the god realm, he had rushed into the canyon to chase after Qin Mu's sword pellet.
His abilities were much stronger than in the past, yet even so, it was still extremely difficult for him to advance through the valley. Every step was a challenge.
Yellow sand flew everywhere, covering the land. It assaulted him from all directions. Xing An's hands moved, and all kinds of divine arts came bursting forth to block the flying sand. Even though there were grains that he couldn't block, they could only cause pain to his corporeal body and not hurt him.
Suddenly, he felt his feet becoming heavier and heavier. Noticing that some sand had fallen into his shoes, Xing An stopped. He raised his feet to shake out the sand, but more and more sand landed on his body. The grains actually seemed to come alive and flow up his body.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and he used his strength to shake off the yellow sand off himself.
In the meantime, loud explosions rang out non-stop as Qin Mu's sword pellet got smashed around like a shooting star. It was filled with dents and seemed like it would shatter at any moment.
Soon, Xing An's legs sank into the yellow sand, and he found it even harder to break free. YEt Qin Mu's sword pellet was also crooked from the bombardment, making it hard for him to continue.
'If the brat wants to die, I don't have to die with him. I shall leave this place first! Human King Creation Technique!'
Xing An gave a low shout, and his body suddenly shrunk into a speck of dust. Like this, he planned to escape the ill fate of being buried alive in the sand.
His creation technique was from Pangong Tso who had cultivated Great Educational Heavenly Devil Scriptures before. Xing An's attainments in it far surpassed those of Pangong Tso, and even those of Qin Mu, the Heavenly Devil Cult Master.
The moment he shrunk his body, the grains of sand expanded rapidly, and Xing An's expression went blank. He saw countless huge stone come flying toward him like planets!
Big and small were relative terms. He had shrunk countless times, and so the sand had expanded countless times. The grains of sand became huge planets to crush him.
He felt like he'd fallen into a vast galaxy which was incomparably terrifying and chaotic!
'This is a killing formation for true gods! This kind of transformation changed star sand into constellations, shifting the formation according to how I change!"
Xing An gave a dull grunt when he was caught between two planet-sized star grains of sand. He almost coughed up blood. After the two planet-sized star grains of sand crashed into him, they separated, and another two grains came. They crashed into Xing An who didn't have the time to avoid.
Boom, boom, boom!"
The collisions rang with loud noise, and Xing An's face turned pale. He finally couldn't hold back vomiting a mouthful of god blood. The star sand grains weren't actually stars but spirit weapons the size of dozens of fields. The force of the collisions wasn't too terrifying, but the speed at which they happened was simply astonishing. A series of them had severely injured Xing An!
he shouted and used all his energy to execute his divine art, blowing away the star sand. He suddenly roared, and water flooded from behind him like a huge river and lifted his body up.
The river danced in the air and traveled rapidly between the star sand, avoiding the planets by a hairbreadth.
Xing An let out a sigh of relief, but at that moment, the grains of star sand became incomparably bright and burst forth with starlight.
In the sky, the beams connected, and the tens of thousands of star sand grains combined to form an incomparably strange eye.
'Crap...'
Just as Xing An thought that, a beam of light shot out from that evil eye formed by the countless stars and struck his body.
The long river under his feet crumbled, and he fell back while vomiting blood.
The power of the sand wasn't too great, but when the grains combined, they were extremely terrifying and had the ability to hurt him!
And in the vast galaxy, countless star sand grains gathered and turned into eyes floating in the sky. Beams of starlight shot to and fro, attacking him from all directions.
Those beams were starlight sword qi which was incomparably sharp. Even if Xing An's body was the corporeal body of a true god, it was still difficult for him to defend himself!
'I was lured into the formation, and now I can no longer leave it…'
Despair filled Xing An's heart, and he hurriedly looked toward Qin Mu. The youth was also facing a similar situation once sword pellet had broken open. However, Qin Mu was using Phantom Illusion Technique to transform into a shadow to avoid the strikes of the star sand and keep himself alive for the moment.
As for the chest and the little dragon, he must have placed them into his taotie sack.
With all the star sand combining into Star Sand Evil Eyes, starlight sword qi encircled both of them.
Xing An tried his best to avoid the beams of light while thinking, 'It's not a loss to have this brat die with me... Wait, that's not right! I have just become a god, so to die along with this brat would be a huge loss!'
On the other side, Qin Mu suddenly froze. He raised his head to look at a Star Sand Evil Eye and stayed still as if he had accepted his fate. He waited quietly for his end.
Xing An had strong cultivation, and his corporeal body was incomparably strong, so he could still endure. As long as he could find the transformation in algebra inside the Star Sand Killing Formation, he would have a chance to escape.
Right then, Qin Mu's corporeal body suddenly returned back to normal. When he raised his hand to do a mudra, a huge star formation of Great Overarching Heavenly Stars lined up and collided with the starlight sword qi that was shooting at him.
A strange thing happened then. The constellation of Great Overarching Heavenly Stars was lit up by the starlight sword qi, the stars that formed it becoming incomparably bright. With a hum, a thick beam of light shot out and shattered one of the Star Sand Evil Eyes!
Xing An was stunned. He had recognized Qin Mu's mudra. It was what Li Tianxing had executed against him, and it was called Great Overarching Heavenly Stars Palm Force! In the end though, Li Tianxing had still died in the hands of Xing An.
Yet one couldn't deny that what he used was an extremely powerful divine art. However, Li Tianxing's cultivation had been lacking, which made it so he was not a match for Xing An.
Yet Qin Mu had now used the same divine art to block the starlight sword qi of the Star Sand Evil Eye. It was truly strange.
In the distance, Qin Mu executed Great Overarching Heavenly Stars Forcefield and struck out with Great Overarching Heavenly Stars Palm Force, crushing Star Sand Evil Eyes one by one. He walked toward the depths of the canyon as though he was out for a walk.
Xing An looked at him vanishing up ahead, then also tried to execute Great Overarching Heavenly Stars Palm Force, but he had only learned the creation techniques of Great Educational Heavenly Devil Scriptures and not the complete thing.
'How could that brat solve this formation that can kill even gods?' Doubt arose in his heart.
After a long time, Qin Mu walked out of the canyon that was ten miles long, leaving the yellow sand behind himself. He then released Jiao Miao and the chest from his taotie sack.
Jiang Miao turned his head back and saw Star Sand Evil Eye flying to and fro. Starlight sword qi flashed around them, and his heart shook from astonishment. He wondered how Qin Mu had walked out of that.
Qin Mu examined his surroundings silently and saw yellow sand still flowing continuously in the sky. He walked forward some more, and saw the source of it. There was a huge cauldron filled with the sand.
The ten miles of life-threatening danger originated from it.
Behind it though, there was a majestic palace with vermillion walls and glazed tiles with dragons and phoenixes carved on them. It looked extraordinary and sacred. On the eaves. there were ten sculptures of divine beasts sitting while at the front there was a person riding a crane.
Strangely though, chains stretched out from the palace into all directions, going deep into the cliffs of the canyon.
The chains rattled from time to time despite looking very heavy.
Jiang Miao became excited and said in a low voice, "I can hear the call of the divine dragon. His voice is coming from here! I can hear it even more clearly now."
Qin Mu couldn't hear that voice probably because he wasn't a dragon. Only those with the bloodline could hear the call.
"Don't just go there," Qin Mu told him and walked toward the chains. He examined one carefully and raised his hand to brush it gently. Instantly, gorgeous rune markings lit up, and small sparks floated in the air where they scattered with the wind.
He went to the side of the cliff and examined the runes there. They were god writings yet the ten miles of yellow sand was a devil formation used to refine a true god to death. What was even stranger was that the devil formation had been powered by god writings, and the usage of both of them was extremely exquisite.
"To act straightforwardly, to be free from nature, that's the meaning of path. That's why no matter if it's god or devil, why is it my business?" Qin Mu's expression was unmoved, and he said, "Jiang Miao, this is the teaching of Heavenly Saint Cult. Stretch your hand out."
Jiang Miao did as told, and Qin Mu used cinnabar to draw a rune on his palm that was almost the same as the god writing on the wall. "Let's go, let's go in."
Jiang Miao didn't understand what he had done, but hurriedly entered the palace anyway.
In the hall, a divine dragon was heavily chained. The chains went right through his body to keep him locked in place.
The divine dragon was incomparably tall, sturdy, and sacred-looking. His dragon qi and dragon aura would make people look up at him in awe.
The divine dragon opened his eyes and looked at Qin Mu and Jiang Miao. He then suddenly opened his mouth to say in a rumbling voice, "My clansman, you have finally arrived!"
"Cult Master, let's quickly rescue this Senior Divine Dragon!" Jiang Miao said swiftly.
Qin Mu shook his head. His gaze focused on the chained giant dragon and he said in a gentle voice, "This Senior Divine Dragon, there's something I can't figure out, why were you chained here by the founding master of my Heavenly Saint Cult?"


There's an ancient saying in Great Ruins, ‘Don’t go outside when it’s dark.’
In Great Ruins, the old, weak and disabled elders of Disabled Elderly Village picked up an infant by the riverside and named him Qin Mu, raising him up with blood and sweat. This day, as the night descended and the darkness shrouded Great Ruins, Qin Mu left home...
Become a villain undulating in the spring breeze!
That's what Blind told him.
This is the rise of Qin Mu's road to becoming a villain!

Diego ran the whole way to Shadowbolt's tower and only stopped when she met him in the hallway of the Shadow floor. Although she tried to keep her face neutral, those who knew her well could see the amusement in her eyes as she looked at her panting disciple. There was no doubt in her mind as to why he had skipped his first classes and ran over here as fast as he could. He had taken the longest time to craft his first custom spell throughout the entire sect's history, but she was not upset because she knew her requirements were strict and there was no other Soul Singers in the sect that could help him.

 "I imagine that you have good reason to here instead of your Fundamentals of Fire class and why you missed your Fundamentals of Light class altogether," Shadowbolt said in a monotone voice.

 "Yes!... I finished… my spell!" he said between gaps for air.

 No longer able to contain her amusement, Shadowbolt let out a small chuckle while shaking her head. "Catch your breath first. We will go to the back to test out this new spell of yours."

 Diego nodded as he steadied his breathing and followed Shadowbolt back outside. She led him around the tower where a stone sparring ring was placed. As he had used it a few times with Moonfall, he knew there were a number of formations set around it to ensure that no magic would accidently slip past and damage anything.

 "As I said, I wanted the illusion spell to strength your allies while confusing your enemies. I will play the part of both, so that I can see the effect from both sides," Shadowbolt said with a wave of her hand.

 Eleven lumps of sand started to rise out of the sand and stopped when they were the same height as Shadowbolt. Each of them shook like a dog trying to remove from its fur and twelve identical Grand Master Shadowbolts stood in front of him. They moved as a unit into the ring where they split, half and half, and all looked at him.

 "Are you ready?" the Shadowbolts asked in unison.

 (Will this even work like this?) Diego asked silently.

 ::Unless her cloning magic is far more advance than what I've guessed, it will be fine. She only asked in unison because all twelve have a separate, yet identical mind. Now, blow her mind with the true power of a Bardic Elemental Mage::

 (Thanks, Kat!) Diego thought with a grin before replying aloud, "Yes!"

 Diego used his [Speed Clone] ability, a second body seemingly to split off from his original, and he passed it the ki'ta while he pulled out a leather drum Shadowbolt had gifted him after he told her about the {Harmonizing Technique}. Tucking the drum under his arm, he walked into the ring and pick a side without much thought.

 He took a deep breath as he closed both sets of eyes. This was his first time casting the spell outside of his mental plane, but he knew this would work, this would become his path. He strummed the E chord and he also kept tempo with the leather drum as he focused on the entire Spell Sigil for the song. To everyone covered by the effect of the spell, day became night and the rain began to fall.

 "Standing in the rain, with his head hung low,
 Couldn't get a ticket, it was a sold out show,
 Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene…"

 The scene that everyone was seeming changed again, as those who were on the opposing side lit up as if a spot light was on them in the eyes of his 'allies'. To the 'enemies', they now found themselves seemingly isolated within a white, light void.

 "Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream,
 He heard one guitar, just blew him away,
 He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day…"

 Suddenly, a dozen more Diego appeared, all carrying a ki'ta, and together, they struck the chord as he sang "He heard one guitar" and a roar of wind slammed into the six Shadowbolt's standing opposite of him that would have forced someone of the same level as him to retreat a step. The six Shadowbolts standing at his side could feel their blood pumping and their expended energy quickly refilling itself.

 "Bought a beat up six-string, in a secondhand store,
 Didn't know how to play it, but he knew for sure,
 That one guitar, felt good in his hands…"

 Again, a group of Diego's appeared with the line, "That one guitar," and sent another blast of wind at the 'enemies' that would have made someone his level stagger back several steps this time. One of the Shadowbolts moved forward, so that she was next to an opposing one, but not even hair on her head moved in the breeze that moved around her like water flowing around a stone.

 "Didn't take long, to understand
 Just one guitar, slung way down low
 Was a one-way ticket, only one way to go
 So he started rockin', ain't never gonna stop
 Gotta keep on rockin', someday gonna make it to the top…"

 This time, only three Diego appeared, but instead of an instrument in their hands, one holding his black spear, another with his old golden spear, and the final one created an ice spear as he had no other weapons in his storage space. Unlike the dozen or so that appeared to create the winds, these were more solid and charged at his 'enemies' to put his skill with the spear on display.

 "And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes,
 He's a juke box hero,
 He took one guitar (juke box hero, stars in his eyes)
 Juke box hero, (stars in his eyes) he'll come alive tonight…"

 The clones attacking only lasted through the chorus, but they threw back their spears before they vanished in smoke. Of course, they did not really attack Shadowbolt and just demonstrated that he could.

  "In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour,
 Thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door
 Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain
 And that one guitar, made his whole life change
 Now he needs to keep on rockin', he just can't stop
 Gotta keep on rockin', that boy has got to stay on top…"

 With the return of the rain, his 'enemies' saw shadow figures, wearing his face, strike out with spears from odd angles. One of the Shadowbolts moved to block the first attack, but her hand just passed through the intangible shadow. Then, as he returned to the main chorus, the three Diego's returned and charged with their spears raised.

 "And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
 He's a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
 Yeah, juke box hero, got starts in his eyes
 With that one guitar (stars in his eyes)
 He'll come alive, come alive tonight, woah…"

 The three Diego's attacked in a flurry of motion around the Shadowbolts while the shadow figures continued their fake attacks, so that only the clones she kept at the elder rank and above could tell true from false. 

 "Yeah, he gotta keep on rockin', just can't stop
 Gotta keep on rockin', that boy has got to stay on top…"

 Now, the dozen of Diego's with ki'tas reappeared, bringing the winds had again and at full force. Now, only the clones at the elder rank and above were able to resist strength of the winds and remain unmoved. The attacking Diego's were moving faster and faster the closer he grew to the end. 

 "And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
 He's a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
 (Just one guitar) juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
 Now he's just a juke box her, aah aah aah
 Juke box (stars) hero, (stars, stars) juke box hero, (stars, stars)
 He's got stars in his eyes, stars in his eyes"

 When the sound of the music faded, the illusion came to an end and all of the Diego's except for his [Speed Clone] vanished, but to not cause too much surprise, his clone handed the ki'ta back to his true body and vanished as well. He let out a deep breath as the strain of the spell hit him since it cost nearly half of his mana to preform it. He stored away his instruments and looked up at Shadowbolt with a smile.

 Shadowbolt dismissed her clones, allowing them to return to sand. Her true body was actually standing next to him, so the Shadowbolt he had been looking at it when it fell apart, but he turned to face the real her a moment later. She had a genuine look of surprise on her face as she looked back at him. Although she could tell he had depleted a majority of his mana, there were plenty of custom spells that were like that, but the sheer level of insight he showed in the field of illusion, cloning, and even martial skill was shocking. Typically, a shaman that focused on illusion would be forced into a supportive ranged role in battle, but his martial skill seemed at par for recruited martial students.

 Of course, all the true praise for the crafting of the spell belonged to Katalina as she had done the most difficult part, but that was her intention all along. No matter what 'Seed' Diego had been given, the sheer wealth of knowledge she had with magic would make him a mage of great value to whatever powers would exist on his new world. She had wanted to ensure that her 'brother-in-law' would have every chance possible to see his sister again.

 "What is the name of your spell?" Shadowbolt asked after a moment.

 "{Bright Melody of the Hero}," Diego replied, still smiling.

Diego had been a normal person back on Earth. After his parents died, he took in his sister to help raise her, but before too long, she accidently caused his death. Instead of it being the end, as he expected, he found himself waking up on a strange new world where magic and cultivation existed.

His arrival in the red sand desert would set into motion events that could destroy the fragile balance of world, but he would not learn of this until it is far too late. He rises through the ranks of power in the Konto Sect, but before he is strong enough to stand against the dark forces of the world, they begin to stir. 

Now, he is hunted for a power that is not truly his own. Can he master the Seed of Speed and rise through the ranks of his cultivation before the Daemoras capture him? Will he find the strength to rise to the peak of the world and ascend to the Heavens to rejoin his sister who gave him this second chance?

Follow his journey to break through the Heavens and walk among the Gods!

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