Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 117 Chu Ning Awakens
Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Chu Ning roared, his right palm unleashing a thunderbolt as he slammed it towards the illusory image of the Devouring Abyss.

"Ughhhhh!" Tun Yuan roared in a tearing voice, his phantom trembled, and he was forced back several feet.

He laughed in fury: "Very well... You want to take me down with you? Then try it!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a blood pill that rolled out of his throat. It suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of thin blood threads that pierced into Chu Ning's sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to forcibly bind his soul and regain control.

Instead of retreating, Chu Ning advanced, his eyes blazing with killing intent. He opened his arms and actually took the initiative to meet the impact of the blood line.

"Whether I live or die...it doesn't matter." He growled in his throat, like a wild beast's roar: "I only want you dead!"

His sea of ​​consciousness roared, and lightning surged wildly. His divine soul clashed with the Devouring Abyss in the void abyss, forcibly suppressing the bloodlines that had taken root and pierced the depths of his soul.

However, in the next instant, Chu Ning's expression hardened, and his consciousness suddenly sank, plummeting straight into the deepest abyss of his soul.

He roared to the sky, his voice shaking his mind like a thunderclap.

"The price to pay for the Primordial Body Refining Method".

In an instant, the color of the world changed.

In the void, it seemed as if some ancient taboo had been awakened, a deep, low hum resounding through the heavens, and blood-red tribulation clouds, like the eyes of death, quietly appeared above the sky.

What began as a thin mist transformed in an instant into a raging, blood-red tide that swept across the sky and devoured everything in its path.

Blood-red lightning surged and crackled, strange light exploded, and amidst the churning sea of ​​lightning, a blurry giant figure slowly emerged from the clouds, overlooking the earth like a judge of heaven and earth.

Tun Yuan's pupils dilated violently, his soul instinctively shrinking back: "This is impossible! Are you insane? You want to summon a lightning tribulation to be buried with me?"

Chu Ning remained unmoved, his gaze sharp: "This was a debt I owed. Since you took my body, then you'll repay it with me."

The tribulation lightning shook the area, and a sea of ​​lightning surrounded it.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, howling winds and rolling lightning filled the air. Chu Ning stood in the center of that endless thunder, his figure as straight as a spear, surrounded by the might of heavenly tribulation. His gaze was cold as he stared at the constantly twisting shadow of divine soul before him.

Tun Yuan's expression finally changed, shifting from arrogance to a twisted madness, like a dying beast smelling blood. A sinister smile spread across his lips, and he spoke in a low, menacing voice, like the hooting of an owl in his ear:

"Ha...you really aren't afraid of death."

He stepped forward slowly, each step carrying a heavy mental pressure. His voice was so deep it seemed to crawl out of the abyss of hell, cold, vicious, and with an undisguised greed and resentment.

"But you forgot... you also have an older sister."

These words struck Chu Ning like a thunderbolt, causing his expression to change and his pupils to contract slightly.

He didn't speak, but Tun Yuan had already caught that moment of hesitation, and like a predator, he instantly bit into his prey's weak spot, delivering a cold, follow-up blow:
"The moment you regained consciousness, I glimpsed the memories deep within your sealed world. Her name was Chu Yun, wasn't it?"

"Gentle and kind, yet powerless to protect herself. If you die, she will have no one to rely on, drifting like duckweed in this cruel world."

"You know what the Blood Refining Hall is looking for, right? A body of pure, untainted spiritual blood—their hope for rebirth. If she falls into their hands, can you imagine what will become of her?"

Chu Ning's body trembled violently, and his fingers shook slightly.

The lightning in his mind dimmed, as if it had sensed his emotional turmoil.

Tun Yuan's eyes lit up, his soul leaned forward slightly, and his tone changed from sharp to gentle, like a venomous snake slowly slithering into the depths of one's heart.

"You are intelligent, unyielding, and indeed courageous." His voice softened slightly, yet carried a chilling allure. "But you should also understand that we are now one body with two souls. If you die, I will eventually die too."

"So I don't want to fight you to the death. That's pointless."

He paused, then pressed on:
"If you are willing to temporarily cease hostilities, even if it is only a fragile alliance, we can join forces to break through the encirclement."

“I can share the power of your soul with you, and even let you come into contact with the path of gods and demons, a height that you can never imagine right now.”

Chu Ning remained silent, as if deep in thought.

Seeing this, Tun Yuan continued his advance unhurriedly:

"Your talent is just average right now, barely qualified, and you haven't even reached the seventh rank. Do you think you can defy the heavens with that? You're just fooling yourself."

"Your cultivation speed is slow, you're stuck at a bottleneck, and your realm is unstable. Even if you overcome this tribulation, what about the next one?"

"Your summoning of lightning is certainly astonishing, but what will be the price?"

"You're just gambling your life for a meaningless dignity."

He chuckled softly, his voice seeping into your bones like the night wind: "But if you merge with my soul and borrow my power, you will no longer be limited by your bloodline realm."

"I can help you reach the summit."

"You can save your sister."

“Your martial arts school can be rebuilt.”

“You can trample those who ruin your home, humiliate your dignity, and trample on you... one by one under your feet, watch them kneel down and beg for your forgiveness, watch them weep and repent before you.”

Lightning exploded again, Chu Ning's soul trembled violently, the sea of ​​lightning went out of control for a moment, and his heart was in turmoil.

He seemed to be wavering.

Tun Yuan narrowed his eyes, his smile deepening. His words were like sweet rain, yet also like poison, seeping drop by drop into the depths of Chu Ning's consciousness:
"You haven't never thought about changing all of this."

"Didn't you consider that if you had had enough power back then, how dare the Blood Refining Hall attack?"

"Didn't you think that if you weren't a good-for-nothing who couldn't even protect a martial arts school, why would Lei Wanjun have taken your older sister and fled?"

"Didn't you consider that if you were strong enough, the Azure-Eyed Snow Fox wouldn't have needed to block a fatal blow for you?"

Each sentence, like a sharp blade slicing through his heart, laid bare his deepest buried memories.

Chu Ning's face paled slightly, and veins bulged on his forehead. He didn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Knowing he had struck a vital point, Tun Yuan's tone softened further, offering words of comfort like that of an old friend:
"I don't want to control you. You can be yourself."

"We can even make a pact: whoever betrays us will die first."

"I will give you strength."

"You just need to... let go of your pointless stubbornness."

“Don’t rush into a decision. I know you’re not one to waver easily.” His tone softened. “But remember, your sister can’t wait.”

"If you insist on dying, she will never see you again."

Thunder roared, and at the point where their souls met, a dark, abyss-like power quietly emerged from the depths of Tun Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, like an invisible tentacle, slowly extending in the void, and finally gently touching the barrier of Chu Ning's sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, Chu Ning felt a jolt in his head, and the world seemed to lose its color. His own consciousness was being pulled by an immense force, plummeting into a bottomless vortex.
"boom."

That power was like heavenly fire pouring down on you, like raging waves from a furnace sweeping through your limbs and bones.

Chu Ning's body trembled violently, and his pupils contracted sharply. He felt his meridians expanding rapidly, his blood transforming into a torrent of fire, and his true energy surging forth with a roar, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura. It did not belong to this era, nor did it belong to him.

This is not any power system that Chu Ning is familiar with; it is more violent, more profound, and of a higher level.

That was a power that even the rules of heaven and earth would actively retreat from.

His consciousness was nearly ripped off its original course. The connection between his body and soul became blurred, and he even saw some vague and complex fragments of memories—scenes of Devouring Abyss conquering the heavens, suppressing countless spirits, and burning ancient realms swept past like a raging tide.

He nearly suffocated.

And that voice, as if it had been waiting in this void for millions of years, pierced through countless fragments of time and space from the distant past, whispering softly in my ear:

"Feel it?"

Tun Yuan's voice, like raindrops falling on the night, seeped into the depths of his consciousness, deep, seductive, and even carrying a hint of tender pity:

"This is only one ten-thousandth of my power."

"Just this wisp can cause your true energy to surge, your meridians to be reshaped, and your senses to expand."

Chu Ning's breathing became slightly rapid, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He could clearly feel his physical limits being stretched and broken through little by little, his potential being forcibly pried open. He even had a fleeting illusion that if it just went a little longer, he could... break through the shackles and step into a higher level.

His heart skipped a beat.

That was the instinctive awakening of the desire for power.

Tun Yuan seemed to hear that slight wavering in his heart, and chuckled softly, his voice so low it was almost a whisper:

"I can give you greater power. I can reshape your broken destiny."

"You only need to say one word: 'Okay'."

This single word seems to signify a contract.

The thunder stopped, time stood still, and as the sky churned, everything seemed to freeze at this moment.

But Chu Ning smiled slowly.

That smile was as cold as frozen thunderclouds; there was not a trace of bewitching warmth in his eyes, only mockery and determination.

"You...you're really good at making things up."

"You've already designed a future that I never even imagined myself?"

His tone was sarcastic and cold, like a blade slowly slicing through the illusion woven by the abyss.

"Is your so-called 'immortality' built on my shell, the sacrifice of my family, and the fuel of countless others, to pave your own path?"

"You defiled my home, killed my family, and now you want to pretend to be a savior?"

"That's not power, that's a curse."

“If that’s ‘supernatural power’ or ‘eternal life’, I’m sorry, I don’t want it.”

Tun Yuan's voice lowered, as if tinged with anger: "Are you really willing to give up everything you have now?"

“You have already felt my power, even if it is only one in a billion, you understand that it is a height that you can never reach on your own.”

“If you insist on refusing me, then your elder sister Chu Yun will die.”

"Your insignificant relatives will only die sooner."

"You will die a meaningless death."

But Chu Ning seemed not to hear it, or rather, he was too lazy to respond to such a threat. He simply turned slowly, his back to the Devouring Abyss, and walked towards the core of the rolling lightning tribulation.

With each step, the sea of ​​lightning surged, and pillars of purple lightning cleaved the heavens and earth.

That was the roar of impending doom.

“There are many things you don’t know,” he whispered.

The illusory image of the Devouring Abyss suddenly solidified, as if trying to forcefully suppress the divine soul back, but Chu Ning no longer gave it any response.

“I may have nothing, but I will never be defiled by you.”

“My sister doesn’t need your charity for tomorrow.”

"I want to...take it back with my own hands."

(End of this chapter)