The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

The torrential rain poured down, splashing white foam onto the asphalt road.

Lin Yuan knelt on one knee in the deep water, completely soaked. His gaze passed over the black and gold box engraved with the World Tree totem, fixed on the end of the overpass a hundred meters away.

It was a towering, dark figure riding an eight-legged steed. The heavy, dark gold armor gleamed with a deathly luster under the cold light of the searchlight.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes.

Pure gold, vertical pupils. Like two burning supernovae, looking down upon this world from above.

Lin Yuan had experienced the oppressive power of Ouyang Feng's true energy when he went berserk. But that was ultimately human power, a ferocity within the realm of martial arts. What was pressing down on Lin Yuan's spine through the hundred-meter-long rain curtain was divine punishment that transcended even carbon-based life forms.

Just being stared at by those golden eyes, Lin Yuan felt his two newly opened meridians groaning, his blood seemingly freezing into ice, and his soul trembling under the pressure.

"Click."

A crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the black and gold square box in the puddle.

Then, the entire box shattered with a crash!

There were no ashes. Only a fist-sized, rhomboid crystal burning with a dark red light.

The instant the crystal shattered, a massive torrent of memories, large enough to burst the brain, violently breached Lin Yuan's mental defenses and forced its way in.

Lin Yuan groaned, clutching his head tightly with both hands, as the torrential rain before him shattered into countless bizarre and surreal fragments.

He saw another version of himself.

In this parallel universe called "Dragon Clan," Lin Yuan is no longer a beggar bullied in a dilapidated kiln in the Southern Song Dynasty. He is an orphan living on the streets, with extremely dangerous A-level dragon blood flowing through his veins, enough to drive mortals mad.

The memories were fragmented. A large black umbrella shielded him from the pouring rain. A bearded man with a lion-like glint in his eyes extended his hand to him: "Kid, it's too cold in this rain, come home with me."

That man's name is Chu Tianjiao.

What followed were countless days and nights of fighting and training. Amidst the clash of swords in the basement, his bloodline was fully ignited, awakening the high-risk Word of Power—the Lord's Flame. Chu Zihang, the taciturn boy who always saved the best food for him, became his only bond in this world.

The final shot of the video focuses on the overpass known as "City 04".

To cover Chu Tianjiao and Chu Zihang's escape from this land of the dead, the original creator made a choice. He pushed open the car door and single-handedly covered their retreat. He detonated all of his royal flames, transforming into a blinding black sun that blocked the surging tide of death servants.

But in the end, he was pierced through the chest by that long, withered spear and pinned to the guardrail of the overpass.

The physical body was annihilated, leaving only this crystallized body containing A-grade dragon blood and the power of words.

"bite."

A cold, crisp, emotionless mechanical voice resonated deep within Lin Yuan's mind.

[Mission Objective: To deliver Chu Tianjiao and Chu Zihang safely out of Nibelungen.]

[Mission Reward: Upon successful escape, the host can return to the original plane with "A-grade Dragon Bloodline" and "Word of Power: Monarch's Flame".]

The cold rules transformed into tiny, blood-red characters on the retina, slowly dissipating.

Lin Yuan knelt in the torrential rain, then suddenly broke into a maniacal laugh, his lips curling into a lisp. The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a wild, unrestrained laugh carried on the wind.

absurd.

It's ridiculous!

He was a martial arts novice who, just last night, had barely managed to open up the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand-Yangming through swindling and deception, and hadn't even practiced a complete sword technique. Now, a door threw him into modern society, pointing to Odin, the Norse god at the end of an overpass, and telling him: Go, kill that god and rescue two people.

Are you kidding me!

This is a million times more outrageous than sending Chen Gouzi to fight Guo Jing one-on-one!

But there was no despair in Lin Yuan's laughter, only the madness of being driven to the extreme.

At the end of the viaduct, Odin moved.

The eight-legged steed Sleipnis let out a thunderous neigh that ripped through the night. Its hooves rose and stomped heavily into the puddles.

There was no charge.

Odin simply raised his right hand slowly.

It was a long spear with a rough surface, resembling a withered branch. Gungnir.

The moment the spear tip was raised, the torrential rain seemed to freeze in place by some invisible force. Lin Yuan felt an extremely sharp pain between his brows, as if the spear had already traveled a hundred meters and was pressed against his skull.

Cause and effect weapon.

If thrown, it will surely hit the heart.

The shadow of death, like a tangible iron hand, gripped Lin Yuan's throat. A way out? There was no way out. Escape? Before the spear of fate, fleeing to the ends of the earth would only result in death.

"Since there's no way out..."

Lin Yuan suddenly lowered his head, staring intently at the crystalline object emitting a dark red light in the puddles. The madness in his eyes ignited completely, the ferocity of a rat cornered and daring to bite through a cat's throat.

"Then let's risk our lives and gamble big!"

Without any hesitation, he extended his right hand like an eagle's claw, his five fingers piercing fiercely into the scalding hot crystal!

"laugh--!"

The moment the skin comes into contact with the crystals, it makes a sickeningly loud, burning sound.

A scorching energy, thousands of times more powerful than the Toad Style internal energy, surged from Lin Yuan's fingertips like a burst dam, flooding his body!

"Ugh!"

Lin Yuan raised his head and let out a low, mournful roar that was definitely not human.

It hurts so much! If Ouyang Feng's true energy was a red-hot blunt knife, then this A-grade dragon blood was like gunpowder detonating directly inside his body.

But this violent power did not run rampant within Lin Yuan's body. It seemed to have found the most precise outlet, surging in through the "Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian" that he had just desperately opened up the night before!

The walls of the meridians spasmed and expanded wildly under the onslaught of dragon blood. The originally fragile meridians of mortals were violently reshaped at this moment, coated with a layer of dark golden, resilient luster.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon blood surged forth with unstoppable force, breaking through the barriers and violently crashing into the second meridian—the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian!

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes amidst excruciating pain, his pupils contracting sharply.

He discovered an extremely terrifying coincidence. The flow path of this Grade A dragon blood perfectly overlapped with the Qi circulation path recorded in the "One Finger Divine Skill Essentials"!

One-Finger Divine Skill is a top-tier martial art created by the Dali Duan family, which compresses pure Yang energy to the fingertips and unleashes it instantly.

As for Ling·Junyan, it is a fire-based ability that controls extreme high temperatures and explosions.

At this moment, the two, using Lin Yuan's martial arts meridians as a bridge and dragon blood as fuel, completed a dimensional fusion!

"boom!"

At the end of the overpass, Odin suddenly exerted force with his arm, and Gungnir was thrown from his grasp!

The withered branch spear transformed into a dark golden meteor that tore through the night, carrying a deadly causal law, heading straight for Lin Yuan's brow.

At the same instant, Lin Yuan slowly straightened up in the torrential rain.

He suddenly raised his head.

The rain poured down.

But the moment Lin Yuan opened his eyes, a pair of golden eyes, more ferocious and dazzling than Odin's, suddenly ignited in the pitch-black rainy night!

"Get out of here!"

Ancient and obscure dragon script syllables rolled out of Lin Yuan's throat.

Word of Power: Lord's Flame!

He joined his right index and middle fingers together, following the path of the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, compressing the boiling dragon blood and monarch flame power within his body to the extreme, and pointed out with one finger to meet the Gungnir that was breaking through the air!

There is no external release of true qi.

Only the extreme temperature!

Centered on Lin Yuan, the torrential rain within a ten-zhang radius was instantly vaporized by the terrifying heat upon its arrival! The water on the asphalt road surface was like a boiling oil pan, instantly evaporating into large swathes of pale white mist.

Cold and heat tear each other apart in the air, creating a distorted airflow that can be seen with the naked eye.

"Boom!"

From the depths of the distant rain curtain, a sudden, extremely violent engine roar abruptly shattered the deathly silence of the standoff.

Two blinding high beams pierced through the white fog.

A black Maybach, its body riddled with holes and its hood almost blown off, resembled a desperate, trapped beast, carving a wild arc through the puddles.

"Bang! Bang!"

The front of the car slammed into two Deadpools that were trying to pounce on it, splattering black scales and blood all over the windshield.

The Maybach did not slow down, and with the screeching sound of tires screeching on the asphalt road, it sped recklessly toward Lin Yuan.