Chapter 1 Gold Finger Arrived

Icefield State, Far North.

This place is a forbidden zone for life that both humans and ghosts avoid.

Covered with frost, which piles up for over a thousand miles, the vegetation is sleepy and surrounded by lingering fog. There is no trace of birds. Gray-black thunderclouds condense here all year round. It is extremely difficult to move here whether with the help of flying vehicles or magic arrays.

Countless pieces of lightning were floating in the air, colliding and exploding with each other. If you were not careful, you would be in danger of being hit by the lightning and falling.

Jian Shiyuan flew forward on his sword against the storm. The strong wind was like a knife, scraping tiny wounds on his face. A fatal wound on his waist slowly oozed blood, staining his dark blue robe.

Following closely behind were three other figures—

"Lu Renjia, surrender, and I'll leave your body intact. If you keep running, and we run into a thunderstorm in the far north, we might still be able to escape, but you'll probably be shattered and unable to reincarnate!"

Jian Shiyuan remained silent as he accelerated deeper into the icefield, his figure radiating a trail of sword light. Occasionally, lightning flashed and exploded beside him, yet he seemed oblivious.

The dark-robed youth behind him had little patience. The thunder was violent, and he had heard of many powerful monks falling here. He was even more uneasy and could not help but urge:

"Uncle, why don't you kill him now? Why waste your time talking to him! He killed three Jindan deacons and used trickery to seriously injure eleven guards. He deserves death."

The grey-robed old man in the lead frowned and shouted angrily: "This beast has a foundation-building level of cultivation that can surpass the level of Jindan and even escape under your nose. He is already a gifted monster.

Even if it is as you say, using some strange magic to confuse more than ten guards into entering the battle array and killing them, it is beyond my knowledge.

"Have you never doubted how he, without even forming a golden elixir, could have such spiritual power to sustain the killing array and wear down more than a dozen guards of equal cultivation?"

The young man blushed and continued, "Uncle, we've been chasing him for seven days and eight nights! This thief didn't hide in Xiaoyao Town, where all kinds of people are entrenched, but chose to run deep into the icy plains where there are few people. I'm afraid he's a trick..."

He shuddered as he remembered something, and was a little hesitant. "Maybe he's not even human!"

Certain points seem to support this absurd view. "Elder Jin injured his vitals, but he felt no pain at all, like a puppet. The guards surrounded him, but he looked indifferent, staring at me and smiling—"

Nine days have passed, and I still get chills when I think about it.

Those gentle eyes, with a smile, looked at him quietly, as if looking at an insignificant dead object.

Surrounded by enemies, each holding a powerful magical weapon, anyone else would have been overwhelmed and timid, panicking and at a loss as to what to do.

But this Lu Renjia, although he has an ordinary appearance and a pale face, has a first-class demeanor.

He was neither angry nor anxious, glancing around. Blood oozed from old wounds, his breath was weak, but his back was straight as a pine tree. The besiegers thought he was tired and could not fight anymore.

Who would have thought that he would suddenly attack again, and with one sword he knocked the Jindan cultivator beside him away, and with another sword he pierced his heart and broke his elixir, sending the other person to hell.

Blood only dyed his sword red.

The Jindan cultivator fell to the ground with a stiff smile of disbelief on his face.

As the deacon elder of the Exchange Building of the Joyful Sect, he possessed a top-grade magical weapon and still had an advantage in battles of the same level. However, who would have thought that today he would be defeated by this mountain cultivator who had not even formed a pill.

The sword was so fast and steady that it broke through the defense and shattered the golden elixir and lifeline with one sword.

No one present could see clearly the moves he made with the sword. They only felt a gust of fishy wind, and Elder Jin, who seemed certain of victory, was nailed to death by the sword.

The incident happened suddenly, and everyone was shocked and took several steps back. The man in front of them was not as good as them in terms of skills and weapons, but no one dared to attack again.

Jian Shiyuan surrounded them with his sword, forcing them to retreat. He pressed his left index finger on his forehead to form a formation. Countless lines quickly climbed up along his skin, and his weak breath recovered steadily.

If the sword that can kill a golden elixir instantly is frightening, then this magical technique is enough for everyone to risk their lives for.

Everyone present was furious.

Everyone knows that spiritual power is like a spring. Once it is exhausted, the only way to recover it is to meditate and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Even if there are magic weapons and elixirs to help monks restore their spiritual power, they still need to regulate their breathing and rest. The scene before them is obviously beyond their common sense.

Jian Shiyuan did not show any signs of regulating his breathing, it was so natural, more like drawing spiritual power from another Qixue. However, who among the cultivators could cultivate two Qixue?

The person in front of me must have strange magic that transcends the times!

The magic that transcends the times is enough to cause blood relatives to kill each other and couples to become alienated.

Jian Shiyuan ignored their greedy gazes.

When his spiritual power recovered to 80%, he performed a spell to conjure paper into objects.

There was only the sound of papers rubbing against each other in the wide sleeves, and then pieces of paper, each two fingers wide, flew out one after another, entwined into clusters, and connected head to tail. Soon, they formed a lifelike white crane, with its wings spread, flying sideways and singing.

Everyone was mesmerized by the paper feathers. In an instant, everything they saw was spinning. By the time they shook off the paper feathers that blocked their view, Jian Shiyuan had already flown away on a paper crane.

The encirclement of more than a dozen people became a joke. The leading young man was the first to get furious. He lay on his back, suddenly drew his sword and slashed into the blue bricks. The sword ring vibrated and collided rapidly, and circles of energy blew over his robes.

The falling paper feathers were also stirred by the strong energy, rippling one by one, relying on each other, and forming a killing formation.

No one expected that the paper feathers left by Jian Shiyuan could form a formation. Unable to dodge, they were all trapped and died. For a moment, screams and wails were heard everywhere.

This formation is extremely vicious and exquisite, with each link connected to the next without any flaws.

The people in the formation wanted to hide but were trapped in the inner formation instead. The flying feathers pierced into their qi and blood, first destroying their possibility of using spiritual power to summon magic tools, and then playing with them slowly like a cat and mouse, one feather and one knife, over and over again, grinding them to death.

The young man was trapped in the center of the formation and suffered the most severe damage. The formation within the formation turned into chains, tightly wrapping around his neck and limbs. The sharp feathers were like arrows, shooting down on his head and piercing his body.

If he didn't have a piece of Xuan-grade top-grade chain mail to protect his heart, he would probably not have waited for his uncle to come to his rescue.

He couldn't understand why Jian Shiyuan's origami technique was just a minor one that wasn't even recorded in the book of techniques.

The most commonly used tricks in the underworld are "paper figurines to summon spirits" and "evil beasts to exorcise ghosts", which are low-class tricks that deceive farmers and foolish women. All monks sneer at them.

This humble little technique became a powerful weapon in Jian Shiyuan's hands. This kind of talent was truly heart-wrenching.

What makes the young man wary is Jian Shiyuan's trump card.

Since the encirclement was broken, Jian Shiyuan escaped on a crane. The Yiwu Tower was furious and sent two Jindan to hunt him down.

Both of them are veterans in killing people, and they carry mysterious magic weapons for hunting, trapping and killing.

Logically, Jian Shiyuan would not be able to escape their pursuit no matter what.

But as they searched along the way, there was no news of the two men. Then news came from the building that the life tablets of the two elders were burned at the same time, and they all died in the hands of this thief.

At the same time, Fen Duan will definitely annihilate both of them in one move.

The little thief's cultivation level was not high, so it was impossible for him to kill two people with that sword. He must have a life-saving magic weapon in his hand, at least of the earth level.

A ground-level magic weapon was traded at the Yiwu Building a few days ago for three thousand spirit stones. You should know that one spirit stone is equivalent to a mortal's consumption for a month.

Thinking of the magic weapon that could kill the two golden elixirs, the young man's eyes turned red and some courage overflowed in his chest.

He and his uncle chased Jian Shiyuan relentlessly all the way to this desperate situation, not only because of the killing order from the Yiwu Building, but also for the treasures and magic in Jian Shiyuan's hands.

Money can move people's hearts. After all, Jian Shiyuan is just a wild cultivator who has not yet formed a core. His two uncles are one Yuanying and the other Jindan. Can Jian Shiyuan escape?

As they approached the storm group, it became increasingly difficult to move forward. Jian Shiyuan instead sped up and left the other three behind.

The pursuers were far more powerful than him, but they were very careful about their lives and did not dare to move quickly in this ice field thunderstorm area, which gave Jian Shiyuan the opportunity to deal with them.

It’s almost there, the destination is just ahead.

A flash of lightning struck him, and the old man spoke again, "My friend, you and I have been busy these past few days. I know it is not easy to kill you, but it is even more foolish for you to escape from the pursuit of the Joyful Sect.

Why don't we talk and save each other some energy."

The Icefield State is the sphere of influence of the Joyful Sect, and there are spies from the Joyful Sect in every inn and restaurant here.

Even a strong dragon in shallow water cannot defeat the local snake. Although the Huanxi Sect is not a famous sect, it is the local emperor in the Ice State where it has taken root.

The monks wanted by the Joyful Sect have never been able to escape from the Ice State.

The middle-aged man who followed added, "Although you killed three Jindan elders and harmed dozens of guards, your crimes are obvious, but it is not impossible to negotiate. If you are willing to hand over your cultivation techniques, I can let you go and report to the sect on your behalf to revoke the killing order against you."

Approaching the northernmost part of the Ice State, another half-day's flight would lead to the Immortal Burial Snowstorm Valley. Even a highly accomplished cultivator would find it difficult to cross the ice and snow hell that stretches for hundreds of miles. The road to escape seemed to have come to an end.

Jian Shiyuan smiled, "Magic? They're just some low-level tricks. What kind of extraordinary skills can a wild cultivator like me practice? Can this be worth the lives of three Jindan masters?"

He knew exactly what the three men were planning, and this statement was just to make him let down his guard.

The old man said, "Why are you being so modest? Killing a golden elixir with one sword must be the spiritual sword technique of the Kaiyuan Sect, which is not passed down from generation to generation. I have traveled a lot and seen a lot of things in the world. How can an ordinary sword manual have such a deterrent effect?"

"That's because you don't use a sword. I've never heard of such a peerless sword technique. As for killing a golden elixir with one sword, it's just a matter of practice. You get up early in the morning and kill a few chickens and ducks. You pluck the chicken feathers with your sword, and the sword flowers separate the bones. Do this for a few years, and you'll naturally be able to kill people smoothly and swiftly, and break the elixir with one strike."

The old man was silent

The young man shouted, "You bastard, how can you compare the golden elixir to chickens and ducks! Are you worthy of using a sword? You use the sword to do such a vulgar thing. If I were the long sword in your hand, I would take your life first!

Don't delay any longer, just hand over your killing array and your strange method of recovering spiritual power to compensate us for our losses!"

Jian Shiyuan laughed, "Golden elixir really can't be compared with chickens and ducks. Chickens and ducks can fill our stomachs, but how can Golden elixir do the same?"

"As for compensation, haha."

"I exchanged it for black iron at the barter building, and the payment was in silver.

It's your fault that you didn't know the goods well and sold it to me cheaply. "

"But you saw that I was alone and my cultivation was weak, so you falsely accused me of stealing treasures and surrounded me to kill you. But I killed you instead. My skills were inferior to theirs, so what did I owe you?

The so-called compensation is nothing more than an excuse for you to kill people and steal treasures out of greed."

After his intentions were exposed, the old man stopped pretending. "Since you know it clearly, why don't you hand over what you have learned? If you resist stubbornly, I don't mind extracting your soul and refining your spirit into a ghost slave. Then all your secrets will be revealed."

It's still some distance from Snowstorm Valley.

Seeing the old man's true intentions revealed, Jian Shiyuan narrowed his eyes and said, "That killing array is nothing more than origami combined with the art of begging for surrender and exorcising ghosts."

Before he finished speaking, two scoldings were heard at the same time.

"My uncle is a ghost cultivator, how dare you lie to him in front of him!

The technique of exorcism is just a minor technique, it can only be used to force souls and confuse low-level souls, how can it trap living people? "

"The master of the exorcism technique is begging for surrender to trap living souls and neutralize ghost energy. It is a technique of the Xuanyin school, and it hates living people the most. To break the technique, all it takes is a living creature to enter, and it will naturally disappear.

You transform paper feathers into blades, using spiritual power to wield them. Spiritual power is the energy of life, so how can you resist the exorcism technique? Not to mention combining them into a formation."

Jian Shiyuan did not slow down, and even in this critical moment he was able to teach others, "That is a flat formation. If you turn it upright, the spiritual energy it receives will pass through the center of the formation, balancing the yin and yang to form a stable, activatable formation.

Just a little extra spiritual energy is needed to form a killing array, and the ghost energy and spiritual power circulate and push and resist, forming a chain lock array."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes widened, his blood boiling. Everything he had learned was completely overturned. "How can a formation be vertical? You disregard the words of the Kaiyuan Sage and defy heaven and earth!"

Jian Shiyuan just smiled, "Is what the founder of the Dao said necessarily right? Is it always going to be like this?"

"You! That's nonsense!"

The old man made a hand gesture, and suddenly, a scarlet fire snake hit Jian Shiyuan's back. The move was vicious and difficult to defend against. Jian Shiyuan leaped into the air, and the fire snake brushed against his hair, illuminating his eyes.

"Let's attack together. We must destroy this beast today. If he escapes, he might become the second Mad Emperor!"

Jian Shiyuan held a long sword in his hand and faced the battle calmly.

He waved his sleeve and a sword energy came out. Seeing that their moves were becoming more and more dangerous, the young man urged his sword technique and shot out several flying knives. However, he could only swing out all the paper cranes in his sleeve.

For a moment, the flowing light collided with the white rainbow, breaking through the air and leaving several deep marks.

Zheng——

Avoiding is not a solution, attack is the best defense.

"Don't you want to learn my moves? Today I will teach you how to use a sword—"

Three figures each cast a magic weapon, vaguely forming a three-person formation. They attacked and defended together, circling around Jian Shiyuan. The sharp blades wrapped in strong winds cut through Jian Shiyuan's robes and inflicted several wounds.

But even with such cooperation, it is difficult to truly touch Jian Shiyuan's heart.

They were fast, but Jian Shiyuan was even faster. His figure was like a ghost. He suddenly flashed and stabbed a sword into the middle-aged man's heart. Then he pulled it out suddenly and flew away.

The middle-aged man covered his wound and gasped, a smug look on his face. "I'm different from ordinary people. My heart isn't on the left side. This sword broke through my defense. Did it cost you a lot of spiritual energy?"

Jian Shiyuan still smiled, "The losses are not great, I can still fight you for a few more days."

After saying that, he tapped his forehead again, and the magical technique reappeared. The bright red Taoist pattern climbed all the way, covering the back of his hands and neck, and then disappeared into the skin.

The old man saw something, "Ghost Moving Technique?"

"Yes."

The old man looked at him and spoke with difficulty, "How could there be such a gifted person in the world? Heaven is unfair—"

As a ghost practitioner, he naturally knew the limitations of the ghost moving technique. This was a technique that could only be used to make things bigger, not smaller.

If you practice well, moving mountains and seas will be a piece of cake.

However, no matter how well one practices, one cannot move a grain of rice accurately. It can only move roughly in direction, and cannot move with the slightest precision as the caster wishes.

What's more, no one would practice the ghost-moving technique. Throughout history, spellcasters have always taken pride in shaking the heavens and the earth. No one would use it in a small space to transfer spiritual power.

Those exquisite Taoist patterns are the traces of spellcasting.

How many feet long is the body?

Spiritual power is so tiny and weak that being able to transfer it so accurately and use it for one's own benefit is already an incredible skill.

The old man was immersed in the ways of ghosts and knew it very well. What good would it do even if they learned this kind of magic?

Even if they practice for decades or even hundreds of years, they may not be able to perform this move!

The old Taoist priest was unwilling to accept the fact that he had lived for over a hundred years in vain. He let out a long roar and pounced towards Jian Shiyuan.

He must be killed.

After all, he was in the Nascent Soul stage, and the gap between Jian Shiyuan and him was too great, so he was at a disadvantage after fighting several times.

The powerful energy cut his cheek, but no blood oozed out. Instead, the wound shattered a little like a mirror, revealing a strange, handsome face.

After chasing Jian Shiyuan for many days, I finally saw his true face.

"Is the name Lu Renjia also fake?"

Jian Shiyuan did not answer.

He has a gentle and clear appearance, with smiling eyes and a gentle spring breeze, which makes it difficult for people to dislike him.

At this moment, she held the sword against the enemy, with her long hair scattered, making her body look as strong as a pine tree and her face as beautiful as jade.

When he attacked, his sword was like a startled dragon and his sleeves fluttered.

The sound of gold and jade colliding was heard again. Jian Shiyuan fought and retreated, leading the three people to the expected direction.

'Apply to activate the system.'

'yes. '

The glacier rift beneath his feet stretched for thousands of miles, and the falling snow concealed too many dangers. He led the three people here because he thought it was a good burial place.

Jian Shiyuan is a time traveler who comes from the Blue Star in the 21st century and has been in the world of immortal cultivation for fifteen years.

A system exists in the brain as soon as you wake up.

Unlike the golden finger in the novel, this system needs to be activated before it can be used, and the activation conditions are strict. It requires 10,000 spirit stones to charge it.

If he hadn't encountered disaster and killed the three Jindan and swallowed up their private collection, he would probably have wasted decades of savings.

As long as he activates the system and uses the energy surge to trigger strange phenomena in heaven and earth and disrupt the balanced spiritual power in the Snowstorm Valley, Jian Shiyuan will be able to take care of the three people at once and put an end to this disaster.

A sword broke through the lightning in front of him, and he felt the strength of his body being rapidly drained away. He glanced at the three people who were staring at him, and Jian Shiyuan did not show any emotion.

His figure was like a phantom, and he drew his sword to block the attack.

bite--

His slender fingers grasped the incoming blade and squeezed it hard. The thin blade could not withstand his grip and light splashed everywhere.

"I still need spiritual power to fight the enemy. I need to draw the energy required to activate it from the spirit stone first."

The system did not answer, but instead accelerated the extraction speed, and the endless spiritual power in the body was squeezed and sucked away.

Jian Shiyuan immediately understood and tried to cut off the system's exploitation, but how could the system do as he wished?

The system lurked in his body like a leech, greedily sucking his strength. Jian Shiyuan could feel the loss of spiritual power every minute and every second.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to fight the enemy.

The calm male voice still echoed in my mind, "Thank you for your hard work in accumulating spirit stones. Goodbye."

Jian Shiyuan didn't feel much about the system's temporary betrayal.

The system has not given him any help in his journey to where he is today. Even if he betrays the system, it will only create one more enemy.

One against three, one against four, isn't it a dead end, a desperate struggle for survival?

'It was a scam from the start?'

'You are too strong, no one can control you, and I cannot let you control me.'

The system was not satisfied with absorbing his spiritual power, and an invisible force shuttle patrolled his sea of ​​consciousness, as if trying to search out his soul and destroy it together.

Another thunder exploded, Jian Shiyuan knew that the system would not let him go. Instead of letting it suck away his spiritual power, he might as well give it a try and fight to his heart's content.

The long sword in his hand was covered with spiritual power, emitting a brilliant light. He used the remaining spiritual power to forge the long sword, making the blade thinner and sharper.

——Just want to kill

The three of them couldn't help but look at the long sword in Jian Shiyuan's hand. "Go," the old man summoned a seal from his storage bag and pressed it heavily towards him.

Jian Shiyuan raised his arm to fight, his white blade facing the ink-black square seal, with a "clang" sound, the metal and stone felt sad together.

The young man took advantage of Jian Shiyuan being suppressed and flew over with a knife. Jian Shiyuan turned his face to avoid the fatal blow, but accidentally had a strand of his hair cut off.

The three men saw the color draining from his face and knew he was tired, so the old man called over the ghost slave, whose figure was like mist, and whose scarlet eyes rolled in like thick fog.

Jian Shiyuan held his sword in response, but the young man among the three took the initiative to withdraw from the formation and approached from behind.

Jian Shiyuan moved his blade aside to avoid the ghost slave, but was hit by a palm strike at close range, which damaged his heart meridians.

The boy took the opportunity to pull something out of his arms.

It was a brush with a green ink handle. I didn't know what kind of animal's hair it was made of. The bristles were red and looked weird.

The young man tried it out, but it was just an ordinary object. Seeing that it was useless, he turned around and was about to throw it away.

"No--"

Seeing this, Jian Shiyuan ignored everything and flew over to grab it.

The old man took the opportunity to clap his hands twice directly at his chest.

Jian Shiyuan was hit by two palm strikes, and the middle-aged man pierced his right shoulder blade with a sword. Blood flowed from his lips and teeth, and his gentle eyes dimmed a little.

He watched helplessly as the young man broke the pen, then crushed it into powder in his palm.

The wind and snow blew on his face, and a few snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes and melted into shallow water marks.

"How does it feel to watch something you love being destroyed?"

Looking at the old things that turned into ashes, Jian Shiyuan slowly closed his eyes and his whole body trembled slightly.

It’s all gone.

All the spiritual power in his body was drained away.

The wind and snow continue.

Suddenly, he revealed a creepy smile. He had never been so angry even when he was surrounded and betrayed. The destruction of the pen finally broke his usual calm demeanor.

He held his own blood and wiped the sword that had accompanied him for many years.

"You didn't bind your soul to the system?"

When he was in another world, the system once reminded him that this world was extremely dangerous. In order to prevent others from killing people and stealing treasures, he could bind his soul to the system.

In this way, even if he dies, the system can follow him and serve him forever.

The system originally thought that Jian Shiyuan was inexperienced and would easily trust its "golden finger", but it didn't know that he had another trick up his sleeve.

"If I were to bind myself to you, I'd be drained of my soul and reduced to a mere shell today. I've never truly trusted you."

The wind and snow roared, and the smile on Jian Shiyuan's face became brighter, "Accompany me to die——"

boom.

There was only a muffled sound, and thunderclouds slowly gathered above the head.

"Oh no! He's going to force his way through and draw the thunder to destroy us all!"

The formation of the foundation will trigger heavenly thunder. Although the power is not very strong, there is only one thunder, which ordinary cultivators can easily pass.

But this is not some other place, but the ice field thunderstorm area!

If the thunder from the sky is triggered, it will probably cause strange phenomena in the world, and the sky will definitely collapse and the earth will collapse.

The endless glaciers are brittle and easy to crack, and the ice and snow are thick. Once they collapse, everything within a hundred miles will be submerged.

Jian Shiyuan had this idea in mind from the very beginning. If he failed to annihilate the enemy, he would force a breakthrough and bury his bodies here with them.

"Hurry up and escape from the magic circle!"

The middle-aged man took out a square compass from his storage bag and tried to activate it with his heart blood, but there was no response.

The wind and snow continued, bringing more dark clouds of disaster.

Jian Shiyuan looked up at the sky. The wind was blowing and the clouds were surging. Countless lightning bolts gathered into a pillar of light, which pierced straight into the sky. Surrounding it were overlapping clouds of disaster, like a piece of cloth covering the sky and the earth.

The old man's lips were trembling. Even when he was crossing the Nascent Soul stage and encountered six heavenly thunders, he had never felt such a terrifying scene. What kind of world-destroying thunder had Jian Shiyuan attracted?

"Brother, what should we do? The teleportation array disk can't be used!"

"If you flee, you will surely die here."

Jian Shiyuan was right in front of him, and the young man was reluctant to give up the opportunity to kill him with his own hands, but his two uncles turned around and fled without hesitation, so he gritted his teeth and had no choice but to follow them.

Jian Shiyuan looked at the three people who were scattered like birds and beasts, raised his hand

A trace of blood shone in his palm. "You are stained with my blood, and you will witness me passing the thunder tribulation. You and I have already formed a cause and effect, and you cannot escape this disaster, not to mention..."

He watched as the three men rushed towards a certain place, were suddenly bounced away by an invisible force, and then changed directions and fled like headless flies, going back and forth several times but unable to escape.

The smile on his lips grew wider, "I have sworn a blood oath, willing to share the Dao rhyme with you equally."

If one successfully survives the thunder tribulation, heaven and earth will send down auspicious clouds to repair the damaged body of the person who survives the tribulation. This is the mercy of heaven and earth.

If one is exceptionally gifted, he or she can swear a blood oath with the one he or she loves, sharing this opportunity of enlightenment with him or her.

However, if you share the Dao rhyme with others, the thunder tribulation will definitely increase with the strength of the sharer's cultivation.

The three of them were horrified when they heard this.

If the three of them swore a blood oath, one at the Nascent Soul stage, one at the Golden Core stage, and one at the Foundation Establishment stage, they would attract at least dozens of thunder tribulations. In this desperate situation, if they attracted dozens of thunder tribulations, even their souls would be shattered.

"Lu Renjia, you are so cruel—"

Thunderclouds gathered from all directions, and the sky and earth were already dark black. Only flashes could be seen in the sky, with supreme divine power that shocked all directions.

The air suddenly became heavy, and Jian Shiyuan just stood on the sword blade, riding the wind and facing the first heavenly thunder.

boom.

The power that shocked everything directly knocked Jian Shiyuan down, and everything he saw was white.

The lightning melted the thick snow that had accumulated for thousands of years. Jian Shiyuan felt pain all over his body, but he didn't think of hiding. Instead, he smiled, and the smile welled up in his throat, making him so itchy that he cried.

"System, don't you want energy? Then I'll let you recharge it all at once."

Boom boom.

Two more thunders.

Jian Shiyuan used his body as a guide to attract more lightning, and channeled it all into the system.

"Jian Shiyuan, calm down—"

Buzz, it was the sound of the heart unable to bear the violent contraction. He could feel the golden elixir slowly melting, and the stabbing pain of needles flowing along the meridians.

There is no part of my body that doesn't hurt or feel numb.

'We can get through this together—'

Looking at the dazzling lightning above his head, Jian Shiyuan thought of a lot in this white light.

When he woke up in another world, he had shrunk by more than ten years, wearing loose clothes that did not fit his body, and wandering around like a lonely ghost.

With two strange moons overhead, wolves howling and foxes howling, hundreds of ghosts roaming at night, and mountain goblins cooking people for fun, he was running away in an unfamiliar world, and many times he thought he was at the end of his rope, but he managed to hold on.

The road ahead is confusing, and every step is cautious, as if facing the abyss.

He pretended to be a mute boy to learn the local language, and started to eat grass roots and tree bark to practice. All the scenes he had experienced flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope, making him laugh out loud.

His laughter, mixed with the painful wails of others, was completely drowned out by the earth-shaking thunder.

"Uncle, save me—I'm in so much pain! Ah—"

"Lu Renjia, I curse you to be a slave or a prostitute in your next life—"

I don't know how many thunders fell, the curses had already stopped, and the system had already lost contact.

Jian Shiyuan felt so light. He could no longer feel any pain, only his drowsy consciousness rising and falling. He felt like he was thrown into a container, filled with dull and dead silence.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a voice sounded in his heart -

"Activating the strongest sect system, click, failed, click, activated successfully"

"Connecting to an anchor for you"

"Anchor connection successful, Blue Star confirmed."

"Please establish a sect base to unlock subsequent rewards."

A snowflake fell on Jian Shiyuan's eyelids, and his distracted eyes slowly focused.

He couldn't die. He hadn't figured out who had dragged him into this world. How could he die?

A huge white ball of thunder from the sky came crashing down on him, like a waterfall, sweeping away everything. The world was silent, with only the sound of light and electricity shaking the world.

Jian Shiyuan had a premonition that this was the last thunder.

Get through this thunder.

Rumble.

The snow-covered riverbank was shaken, and countless sharp ice flakes were stirred and flew in all directions, like tears, crystal clear, rolling down.

There were still aftershocks, and a bottomless depression was created where Jian Shiyuan was. The mountain range was split apart, and falling rocks and snow covered him, burying him.

Thunder rumbled heavily, roaring for a long time before the calamity clouds above finally dispersed. A lotus-shaped auspicious cloud floated over, bringing down a magical rain. In an instant, all the grass grew wildly and all the flowers bloomed.

The desperate situation of ice and snow actually reveals the vitality of spring.

After waiting for a few days, the grass could not stand the cold and gradually lost its greenness. The flowers also withered and the ice field returned to silence.

A slender, white hand emerged from the snow, grasping a grass stem tightly. Someone slowly crawled out.

With a handsome face and a slightly raised smile on his lips, it was Jian Shiyuan who survived the disaster.