He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The demonic energy burst forth from Chen Dou's body, burning fiercely around him like black flames, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

He moved.

Without any warning, without any build-up, he was like a black lightning bolt tearing through space.

The Golden Core elder who had just killed Chen Ya was still standing there, his face still bearing the cold indifference of someone who had been aloof and superior.

The next second, a dark hand had already grabbed his neck.

fast.

It was so fast that even a Golden Core cultivator's spiritual sense couldn't catch it.

That hand no longer resembled a human hand.

It was covered with flowing, jet-black patterns, like living runes or the scales of an ancient monster.

With immense strength, a Golden Core cultivator was lifted off the ground by this hand, his whole body like a chicken being squeezed by the neck.

"Uh...you..."

Terror finally welled up in the elder's eyes. He desperately tried to pry the other hand apart with both hands, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Chen Dou tilted his head.

Those dark pupils reflected the other person's face, flushed red from suffocation.

The power of devouring has been activated.

A devouring power a hundred times stronger than before poured out from his palm, flooding into the elder's body like a burst dam.

His body withered away at a visible rate—his skin shrank, his bones collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, a living Golden Core cultivator had become a dried-up, lifeless corpse.

Chen Dou casually tossed it aside.

The dried corpse fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

The area in front of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

Especially Gu Wenxun, who had just reinforced the seal of the Nascent Soul Ancestor.

He stood at a distance, covered in dust and dirt, with blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the boy who had suddenly appeared.

At first, he thought the boy was a reincarnator like himself.

But he took a closer look at his bone age.

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Twelve years old.

At this age, he couldn't possibly be a reincarnator—so he must be a native of this world.

He subconsciously activated an extremely unorthodox aura-gazing technique and looked up at the top of the boy's head.

Then his expression froze.

Above the boy's head, a surge of fortune was rapidly increasing, like a torch that had been lit. Originally so faint as to be almost invisible, it was now burning brighter and brighter, almost bursting through the top of his head and soaring into the sky.

Gu Wenxun's heart suddenly jolted.

"Those who defy fate..."

Of course he knew what a rebel was.

Every world has its own rules of operation, like a sophisticated machine.

The Chosen One is the "optimal solution" selected by this machine at a certain period, and is the most logical link in the operation of the Heavenly Way.

Those who defy fate are the opposite—they are the "irrationalities" that occur in the way this world operates.

An unpredictable, uncontrollable, and unreplicable anomaly.

It's a bug.

The more advanced the world, the more complex the laws of nature, and the easier it is for things that should not exist outside the rules to arise.

These are the defians.

Those destined by fate are rare, and those who defy fate are even rarer.

Because the chosen ones can be explained by the logic of the Way of Heaven, while those who defy fate cannot be explained by any logic at all.

They are pure, irrational variables.

The young man before them possessed a ridiculously low level of fortune compared to those with great fortune and the chosen ones, yet his heaven-defying strength, coupled with the fact that his fortune was skyrocketing after absorbing someone—

What else could this be but a rebel?

Gu Wenxun changed his mind.

"Good heavens..."

He murmured softly, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"If this person can be used, he will at least have one more capable assistant in this world."

He glanced at the sealed Nascent Soul Ancestor in the distance, then at the boy, and then at the few little children beside him who were huddled together in fear.

"But now, we need to confirm whether this guy is truly a rebel."

He muttered something to himself and then suddenly rushed towards the children.

After burning his lifespan, his strength was greatly reduced, but he was still more than capable of dealing with a few mortal children.

With a flick of his sleeve, he wrapped all four children in his robe, then retreated swiftly, quickly moving out of the battle circle.

He protected the four children and landed on a high ground beside the mountain path, his gaze returning to the ground below.

He wanted to see just how strong this rebel was, and whether he was truly capable.

……

Meanwhile, Chen Dou had completely gone mad.

He stood still, dark demonic energy swirling around him, his two eyes like black holes, scanning everyone present.

They are all murderers.

They are all the murderers who killed Aya.

"They're all going to die..."

He spoke in a low voice, hoarse and inhuman, like two rough stones rubbing against each other.

The next moment, he moved.

He transformed into a black lightning bolt and charged toward the nearest Golden Core elder.

The elder was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He hurriedly summoned his magic weapon—a crimson flying sword that shot through the air toward Chen Dou.

Chen Dou neither dodged nor avoided the flying sword, letting it pierce his chest.

The sword tip plunged into the black mist, but it felt as if it had pierced into a bottomless swamp, and the sword's spiritual light quickly dimmed.

The power of devouring.

He can absorb any kind of energy—whether it's a person, a magical artifact, or the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The spiritual energy on the flying sword was completely absorbed in the blink of an eye, and the originally vibrant sword instantly turned into a piece of scrap iron, which clattered to the ground.

Before the elder could react, Chen Dou had already rushed in front of him.

One punch.

boom!

The elder's head exploded on his neck.

Next is the second one.

Chen Dou's movements were completely haphazard; he fought solely based on his demonic instincts.

But he was too fast, so fast that even the spiritual senses of those Golden Core elders couldn't keep up with his movements.

In the blink of an eye, another elder was punched through the chest.

Blood and bits of flesh flew everywhere.

Those Golden Core cultivators who were high and mighty in the eyes of mortals were now like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered, powerless to fight back against Chen Dou.

The Qingyun Sect Master stood at a distance, his expression shifting from shock to fear.

His lips turned pale, and his legs involuntarily took a step back.

"What...just what is this demon?!"

He roared, his voice trembling.

But the sound was quickly drowned out by screams.

Chen Dou killed another one.

This time, his target is the sect leader of the Qingyun Sect.

The sect leader was, after all, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and his reaction was extremely fast.

Seeing Chen Dou rushing towards him, he suddenly bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the purple-gold seal in his hand.

The purple-gold seal swelled in the wind, growing to the size of a small mountain, and crashed towards Chen Dou with earth-shattering power.

Chen Dou looked up at the mountain that had crashed down.

Then a hand was extended.

boom--!

The purple-gold seal crashed down, engulfing his figure.

Dust and smoke rose everywhere, and the entire bluestone ground in front of the mountain gate collapsed.

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, a pitch-black hand suddenly reached out from inside.

Chen Dou was still standing in the same spot, his legs sinking into the ground, with several deep wounds on his body that exposed the bone—but those wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And that purple-gold seal was shrinking rapidly.

No, it is being swallowed up.

The spiritual power, essence, blood, and even the runes engraved within were being gradually swallowed up by Chen Dou's body.

The sect leader was horrified to discover that the connection between himself and his natal magic weapon was rapidly diminishing.

"No...no! My Purple Gold Seal!"