Yuantian Pidao

Chapter 1 The Devil Comes
Mihun Bay is a dangerous place on the Qingyuan River. The water surface is covered with white fog all year round. People who enter it are very likely to get lost and lose their way back. Except for a very small number of fishermen who are not afraid of death, no one dares to approach it. It is an extremely dangerous place.

Deep in the Bay of Mihun lies a peninsula, backed by mountains and extending into the water, like a big fish with half of its body jumping out of the water. The island is covered with trees, giving it a quiet and peaceful feeling.

Deep in this dense forest, there is a mountain stronghold standing quietly, staring at the outside world coldly like a vicious wolf, observing, forbearing, and waiting for an opportunity. This is Muyu Island, the hiding place of the notorious Dangjiang bandits.

Although the Mihun Bay is dangerous, its periphery is calm and peaceful. It is an important trade route connecting Qinghe County and the county seat, and the profits are quite lucrative.

The Dangjiang bandits released a carp here, saying it was to worship the Dragon King of the River and pray for the merchants passing by. Then they set up a checkpoint here. Any caravan passing through had to pay enough toll, otherwise they would not be able to leave this confusing bay with either the people or the goods.

For this reason, the Qinghe County government has sent people many times to encircle and suppress the Dangjiang bandits, but every time the Dangjiang bandits hid in the Mihun Bay, using the natural barrier to resist the encirclement.

As time went by, the government suffered heavy losses in manpower and money, and the Dangjiang bandits became increasingly powerful. In the end, the government acquiesced to the existence of the Dangjiang bandits.

Of course, the Dangjiang bandits were also quite sensible and never attacked the government's fleet. At the same time, they only cared about money and did not want to kill anyone, and were determined not to commit any horrific bloody incidents.

If they really had to take action, they would have to wipe out the entire system and prevent the news from spreading. In this way, the Dangjiang bandits became a force to be reckoned with in the 100-mile Mihun Bay.

At night, the moon was high in the sky, and the huge water fort had become quiet. Life in the fort was hard, and there was not much entertainment at night except for the activities of building people. Except for the bandits on guard, most people had fallen into a sound sleep.

At the same time, in a house outside the Muyu Island, a young man in his twenties, wearing green clothes and with a sallow complexion, was sitting in the basement, making hand gestures. His eyes were closed and his expression was solemn, looking extremely dignified.

It was Jiang Wang, a cultivator and one of the big leaders of the Dangjiang bandits, whose status was only second to the three bosses.

"Wandering Souls of Heaven and Earth, come!"

Biting his tongue, Jiang Wang pushed the magic formula to its extreme. At this moment, the three oil lamps placed in the corner of the secret room suddenly shone brightly, covering the entire secret room with a layer of waxy yellow light.

But in the next moment, an invisible cold wind came from nothingness.

With this blow, the three candles suddenly began to shake, and two of them went out one after another. As the ceremony was broken, Jiang Wang, who was originally sitting upright, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I failed. Why? I've made every possible preparation. Is it God's will that I'll be doomed?"

With blood flowing from all seven orifices and his breath gone, Jiang Wang fell to the ground with a look of unwillingness on his face.

At the same time, a soul light came from nowhere and completely merged with Jiang Wang's body.

A moment later, Jiang Wang, who was bleeding from all seven orifices and should have been dead, slowly crawled up from the ground, but his eyes were full of confusion.

"Secret method: summoning the soul..."

The tears and blood flowing from the corners of his eyes had not yet dried. "Jiang Wang" looked around with a blank look, as if he was still in a dream and had not yet come to his senses.

This secret room is not big, just like an earthen cellar used to store food. The furnishings are extremely simple. Apart from a cushion for meditation, there is an incense burner. At this moment, there are still wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner, filling the secret room with a faint fragrance.

In addition, there are three oil lamps placed in the corner of this secret room, but at this moment two of them have been completely extinguished, and only one is still burning with a pale flame, which looks quite weird.

"I'm Jiang Chen, and he's Jiang Wang."

"I am a survivor of the apocalypse, and he is a cultivator of this world."

"I traveled through time, or rather, I came back to life."

The memories slowly faded from his mind, and the blankness on Jiang Wang's face gradually disappeared, his empty eyes regaining color. "Death is fine, but there's nothing to be nostalgic about in that apocalyptic world. Being able to live a new life in this unfamiliar world is a great blessing. After all, according to Jiang Wang's remaining memories, the overall environment of this world is quite good. At least I won't go hungry."

"The most important thing is that this world seems to have a complete cultivation system and there are beings called immortals."

After digesting Jiang Wang's remaining memories, Jiang Chen quickly accepted the fact that he had been resurrected and traveled to a whole new world.

He was originally from Xuanxing. Although he was just a hardworking ox and horse there, the society was stable, he had no worries about food and drink, and he lived a happy life. However, an inexplicable crisis swept in, changing everything, and the end of the world came.

Outside the doomsday, humans, as the overlords of Xuanxing, were knocked off the throne and fell into the mud, struggling to survive. In this process, Jiang Chen also suffered a lot of pain. He had to compete with vicious dogs for food and was betrayed by others.

If he had not awakened his superpowers and possessed a certain amount of power, he would probably have died long ago. However, even after awakening his superpowers, he never really changed anything. He kept losing things until he became numb. Compared to the doomsday that overturned everything, his little power was too insignificant.

"My powers are still there."

His eyes were deep, as if hiding a dark sea inside. After carefully feeling his own state, the last trace of uneasiness in Jiang Chen's heart quietly dissipated. After experiencing the baptism of the end of the world, he knew clearly that everything was false, and only strength was the most real and reliable. With supernatural powers, he had a foothold.

"Soul Photo!"

A faint light bloomed in his eyes, and Jiang Chen activated his supernatural powers to further dig out the broken memories in his mind, not missing a single detail.

Information is crucial if he wants to gain a foothold in this strange world, and the only one who can provide him with this now is the residual soul of the local Jiang Wang. Fortunately, his soul ability is best at this, and it is not a miracle for a dead person to speak in front of him.

After a moment, the dim light in his eyes dissipated and Jiang Chen stopped his actions. Now, as the fragments came together, a relatively complete story had taken shape in his mind.

This story is very simple to tell. It is just an interesting story about a cultivator who was almost crazy in order to change his own predicament. He forcibly used forbidden secret methods, which eventually brought disaster upon himself and led to his death.

"This is Qinghe County in Nanjing Country. According to some common sense of cultivation left by Jiang Wang, I should be considered an extraterritorial demon."

Thoughts gradually arose, and Jiang Chen seemed to be thinking about something.

In this world, there are various levels of cultivation, including inspiration, qi training, and the foundation of Taoism, among which inspiration is the starting point of cultivation.

Practitioners at this level calm their minds and concentrate, sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, constantly drawing it to wash over themselves, rewriting their physical constitutions, allowing their original mortal bodies to gradually be imbued with the spiritual charm, enabling them to better connect with the spiritual energy.

When the practice is complete and the spiritual energy permeates the whole body, the practitioner will transform from a mortal body into a spiritual body.

Of course, this realm is mainly about laying the foundation. If the practitioner has no true energy and no magic power, he or she cannot display any real extraordinary means. He or she relies more on his or her own constantly strengthening body. From the appearance, there is not much difference from ordinary warriors. The previous owner of Jiang Chen's current body, Jiang Wang, was stuck at this step.

He started practicing at the age of fourteen, using the Qi-Inducing Technique to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to baptize himself. After six years of hard work, he finally completed the baptism of his limbs, but was stuck at the torso and could not make any progress, wasting two years.

It was precisely because of this that he took the risk and set up a soul-summoning ritual, trying to capture some wandering souls in the world and strengthen his own soul foundation, so as to use the power of the soul to forcibly attract spiritual energy and break through this barrier.

After all, there is the head above the torso, which is even more difficult to baptize. If he continues to drag it on, he may never have the chance to practice Qi in this lifetime.

"Is cultivation in this world really so difficult?"

Thinking back on Jiang Wang's life, Jiang Chen frowned slightly under the pale candlelight.

(End of this chapter)