Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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【脑子寄存处，每寄存一秒钟，奖励颜值+5、气运+5、桃花运+5、耐力+5、金钱+5。】

Tianyuan Continent, Eastern Region.

Qingzhou, Qingfeng City.

Ye Junlin's villa is surrounded by green bamboo and fallen petals.

On the blue stone platform in the courtyard, Ye Junlin, dressed in a blue robe, sat cross-legged. Moonlight fell on his shoulders, outlining the tall and handsome figure of the young man.

With his eyes slightly closed, he breathed in and out, and the spiritual energy around him surged into his limbs and bones like swallows returning to their nests, circulating throughout his body along the meridians of the "Ye Family Azure Cloud Technique".

"call--"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Ye Junlin opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.

"Peak of the Innate Realm, just half a step away from entering the Grandmaster Realm," he muttered to himself, a confident smile curving his lips.

As the undisputed prodigy of the Ye family's generation, at only sixteen years old, he is already a standout among the younger generation in Qingfeng City, far surpassing other members of the clan, including Ye Hao, the only son of his uncle Ye Zhenting.

At that very moment—

Three sharp, piercing sounds suddenly rang out!

call out!call out!call out!

Three dark figures shot out from the bamboo forest outside the courtyard like ghosts, their long swords flashing coldly, aiming straight for Ye Junlin's three vital points!

"Um?"

Ye Junlin's expression changed drastically. He instinctively dodged to the side, clenched his fists, and poured all his spiritual energy into them, blasting towards the first black shadow that attacked!

"Bang!"

As their fists clashed, a powerful force surged from the blade, causing Ye Junlin's arm to go numb and forcing him to stagger back three steps, his blood churning.

"Grandmaster realm!" His heart sank. He looked up and saw three black-clad assassins with black masks.

Only a pair of cold, bloodthirsty eyes were revealed, and the aura emanating from their bodies was clearly that of a Grandmaster in the early stage!

"Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?" Ye Junlin shouted sharply, retreating quickly and leaning against the green bamboo, watching the three men warily.

The three assassins exchanged a glance without saying a word, and then pounced again!

The wind howled, chilling to the bone, enveloping Ye Junlin's entire escape route.

Ye Junlin gritted his teeth, circulated his spiritual energy, and his fists moved like the wind as he fought the three men.

His talent is indeed extraordinary, but there is an insurmountable gap between the peak of the Innate Realm and the early stage of the Grandmaster Realm.

"Clang!"

As the blade slashed down, Ye Junlin blocked it with his fist, and a deep, bone-revealing gash instantly appeared on his arm, with blood splattering everywhere.

"puff!"

Another assassin circled behind him, his palm striking fiercely on his back!

Ye Junlin was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out blood as he flew backward, crashing heavily into the green bamboo, breaking the bamboo trunk and sending bamboo leaves flying.

"Die!" The leader of the assassins said in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He raised his long sword high and slashed down fiercely at Ye Junlin!

"No--!"

Ye Junlin's eyes were bloodshot as he tried his best to dodge, but the palm strike had shattered his dantian and meridians, and now he could hardly move a single finger.

The dantian is the foundation of a cultivator!

If it is damaged, all of one's cultivation will be lost, and one will become a cripple!

Just as the long sword was about to strike, an old figure rushed in from the side gate of the courtyard like a cannonball!

"This old servant is here! You scoundrels, do not harm my young master!"

It's Uncle Fu!

Uncle Fu had white hair and wore a coarse cloth short clothes. At this moment, his whole body was surging with spiritual energy, and he was actually at the early stage of the Grandmaster level!

He gripped his cane and swung it with all his might at the assassin's longsword!

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere.

Uncle Fu groaned and staggered backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He had clearly taken a knife blow and was seriously injured.

He was a loyal servant left behind by Ye Junlin's parents, who had been secretly protecting him for many years. Now that he saw his young master in danger, he had already disregarded his own life.

"Uncle Fu!" Ye Junlin's eyes widened in anger, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.

"Young master, leave immediately!" Uncle Fu shouted.

He turned and desperately blocked the three assassins, wielding his cane like a windmill, doing everything in his power to deflect their attacks.

"This old servant fears he can no longer protect the young master. Live on! You must live on!"

The three assassins were entangled with Uncle Fu and unable to break free. The leader shouted sternly, "Kill this old bastard! Finish this quickly!"

The three men's attack suddenly intensified, their blades and palms weaving into a deadly net that enveloped Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu was getting on in years and was eager to protect his master, so he quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

"Pfft!"

A long sword pierced his chest!

Blood stained his coarse cloth jacket. Uncle Fu's body trembled violently, but he still clung tightly to the assassin's leg, hoarsely pleading, "Young master... go!"

With his last ounce of strength, he pulled a pure white talisman from his pocket, crushed it, and threw it at Ye Junlin!

"Buzz—"

The talisman transformed into a dazzling white light, instantly enveloping Ye Junlin's body.

Ye Junlin watched helplessly as Uncle Fu was hacked to death by two other assassins, his aged body lying in a pool of blood.

Her cloudy eyes were still fixed on his direction, filled with reluctance and anticipation.

"Uncle Fu—!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed through the courtyard, only to be completely swallowed up by the white light.

"Damn it, the target is trying to escape," one of the assassins warned.

The next second, Ye Junlin's figure disappeared from the spot.

"Chase him! He can't have teleported very far," the lead assassin said in a deep voice.

Meanwhile, at this time, the Ye family patriarch's villa was located.

Ye Zhenting, the head of the Ye family, was gazing in the direction of Ye Junlin's villa, murmuring softly:

"Junlin, don't blame your uncle, it's just that you're too dazzling."

……

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Junlin suddenly opened his eyes, and a bone-chilling cold instantly swept over his entire body.

He found himself in a dilapidated mountain god temple, its roof exposed to the elements. A cold wind, carrying snowflakes, swept across his face, chilling him to the bone.

He struggled to sit up, but was shocked to feel a heart-wrenching pain coming from his lower abdomen.

He looked down and saw that his dantian was sunken, his spiritual energy was completely cut off, and most of his meridians were broken, leaving him feeling weak and powerless.

"My dantian... is shattered..."

Ye Junlin muttered to himself, his eyes filled with despair.

He remembered his parents' early deaths, the horrific sight of Uncle Fu lying in a pool of blood, and the cold eyes of the three assassins.

"Am I, Ye Junlin, destined to be a cripple for the rest of my life? What is the point of merely existing?"

Ye Junlin stared at the dark, rainy night outside the temple, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

He came from another world called "Blue Star". In his previous life, he was a helpless orphan who was hit and killed by an out-of-control truck on his way to work.

Having transmigrated to the Tianyuan Continent for sixteen years, he has grown from an ignorant infant into the pride of his family.

He had thought he could climb to the top step by step, just like the protagonists in those novels, but reality dealt him the heaviest blow.

This vast and boundless continent, since the earth-shattering "War of Gods and Demons" tens of thousands of years ago,

It then split into five regions: East, West, South, North, and Central. After the war, the spiritual energy was depleted, and the laws of Heaven underwent abnormal changes.

It is suspected that the Heavenly Dao has set up a domain barrier to restrict the movement of beings from the five domains. Crossing the domain barrier requires specific conditions (such as a teleportation array). Therefore, very few people travel between them.

In the Five Realms, the law of the jungle prevails eternally. Martial arts flourish, and the strong are able to overturn rivers and seas and reverse the course of events.

A cultivator's cultivation levels progress from the Body Tempering Realm, which focuses on refining bones and muscles, to the Acquired Realm, which guides Qi into the body, and finally to the Innate Realm, which releases true Qi externally.

Above them are Grandmasters, Great Grandmasters, Void Realm Masters, Nirvana Realm Masters, Celestial Beings... and even legendary land immortals who can cut off rivers and seas.

The Eastern Region is divided into four states: Qian State, Xuan State, Cang State, and Qing State.

The various forces in the Eastern Region are intertwined, including sects, aristocratic families, and demonic forces, as well as some hidden forces!

Ten thousand years ago, the Great Qian Dynasty unified the Eastern Region, and all forces submitted to it, reaching the pinnacle of its power. No one dared to disobey its commands!

However, as time passed and ten thousand years went by, the Great Qian Dynasty gradually declined.

Today, in the imperial court, powerful families and local lords hold immense power, holy land sects each control their own territory, evil sects and demonic factions run rampant, and assassin organizations and merchant guilds are everywhere in the city.

Although the Great Qian Dynasty still retains some foundation, it has long lost control of the regions outside Qianzhou!

In this world, strength is the only truth, and the cries of the weak are never heard.

He, once a genius of the Innate Realm in Qingfeng City, Qingzhou, has now become a cripple who is even worse than a Body Tempering Realm cultivator.