The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Qin Changye's voice was very soft, but to the Bright Ancestor, it was like a deafening thunderclap.

He suddenly remembered that there was a rumor that Emperor Jian Wuxin did indeed have a mentor, who was once the most powerful emperor in the human realm.

However, this most powerful emperor in the human realm, after becoming invincible in the human realm, wanted to ascend to the immortal realm.

During the creation of the world, an accident occurred, and he died and his life was extinguished.

How could Qin Changye, standing before me, be the same person who was once the most powerful emperor in the human realm?

puff!

Before he could continue speaking, Qin Changye's ink sword had already pierced his ribs and heart.

Filled with doubt and resentment, the Ancestor of Light closed his eyes.

The body was casually buried by Qin Changye on the third floor of the Burial Immortal Tower.

This is a corpse whose cultivation level reached the semi-saint realm during its lifetime. It is absolutely the highest-level corpse that Qin Changye buried in the Burial Immortal Tower to date.

After his body was submerged in the yellow burial soil, a stream of yellow energy, thicker than a water vat, was directly injected into Qin Changye's body.

The Ancestor of Light also possesses a Holy Body of Light.

This is a physique that ranks among the top 300 out of the 3,000 physiques in the human realm, and it was also given back to Qin Changye.

Thanks to these benefits, Qin Changye's physical strength improved significantly, and his cultivation level broke through the long-standing bottleneck, successfully reaching the initial stage of the fifth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

Then, the major experiences of the Radiant Ancestor's life began to flash rapidly through Qin Changye's mind like a fleeting glimpse:

One hundred and sixty years ago, the patriarch of light was born in Black Cliff Town. The town was small, surrounded by mountains, and there was only one road in and out, which was perpetually filled with the stench of corpses wafting from the mass graves behind the mountain.

The people in the town have made a living by mining spiritual stones in the mountains behind the town for generations. They are not rich, but they don't starve.

His father was a foreman at the mine, his mother ran a grocery store in town, and he had an older sister who was three years older than him. She liked to wear two braids and had two dimples when she smiled.

One hundred and fifty-two years ago, he was very happy. Although his father was taciturn, he would bring him a piece of candy every time he came back from the mine. Although his mother was busy, she would tell him stories every night. Although his sister always bullied him, she would always stand in front of him whenever someone bullied him.

One hundred and forty-four years ago, an accident occurred at the Ling Shi mine. His father's legs were broken by falling rocks, and he has been bedridden for the rest of his life.

That night, his usually loving father suddenly pinned him to the bed and used a red-hot dagger to dig a bone out from under his foot.

He fainted from the pain, and when he woke up, there was a hole in the sole of his foot, and his father was gone.

Later he learned that his father and mother were spies planted in Black Cliff Town by some evil sect, and the Lotus King Bone they had been searching for for twenty years was actually on his body.

After the Lotus King Bone was taken away by his father, his mother discovered two other things on him: a pair of holy eyes that could see through illusions, and an extremely rare bloodline.

His mother gouged out his holy eyes and drained most of his bloodline. When he was on the verge of death, his sister arrived.

He thought his sister had come to save him, but her hand slid to his chest and pressed against his heart.

"You've been luckier than me since you were little." Her older sister's voice was still gentle, but every word was like a knife to the heart. "Father only brought you candy, Mother only told you stories. I'm their child too, so why did you get everything? The Lotus King Bone, the Holy Eye, and the Heavenly Spirit Bloodline—three supreme treasures—are all in you. Do you know how much I hate you?"

Then, his sister dug out his heart and threw him into the mass grave in the back of the mountain.

He lay among the dead and felt the world become quiet.

For the first time, he even felt that the smell of the mass grave wasn't actually unpleasant, at least it smelled better than the lingering bloody smell at home.

One hundred and forty years ago, he did not die. In fact, he spent four years growing a new heart, new eyes, and new blood by absorbing the death energy of the mass grave.

When he crawled out of the mass grave and returned to Black Cliff Town, the town had already been slaughtered by his father and mother and their people, and he began to wander.

One hundred and thirty years ago, he grew from a thin young man into a silent middle-aged man. During his wanderings, he met an old man with a white beard who said that he saw that he had excellent physique and wanted to take him as his apprentice.

His master treated him very well, providing him with food and clothing, teaching him cultivation, and even patting his head, saying he would always be good to him.

One hundred and twenty years ago, his master summoned him to a secret chamber and said he would pass on his life's skills to him. He knelt before his master, and then his master pressed his Baihui acupoint with his hand. A suction force surged from his palm, trying to draw away the new bone and the restored blood in his body.

He asked, "Why?"

The master replied, "The things on you are too good, so good that I can't bear to leave them on you."

He killed his master, mastered all of his master's knowledge, including the Star Absorbing Technique that he had modified, and then continued on his journey.

One hundred and ten years ago, he met a soulmate, a woman who would play the zither for him under the moon.

She called him "Young Master," admired his talent, and vowed to follow him for life.

After that, she did his laundry and cooked for him, shielded him from harm, and stayed up all night to take care of him when he was injured.

He regarded her as the only light in his life, but on a rainy autumn night, she plunged a poisoned dagger into his back.

"Your bloodline has recovered to its peak. Taking your bloodline will allow me to improve much faster, and I desperately want to improve!"

As she left, she didn't even look back at him, but said expressionlessly, "Actually, I never loved you. Every word I said to you was a lie."

That day, he laughed loudly, and tears streamed down his face.

He suddenly realized that the world was actually very simple: everyone was acting, so he would act too!

Everyone else is taking, so he will take too!

If everyone is evil, then he will be evil too!

A hundred years ago, he had already cultivated back to his peak, and he became a cultivation machine without emotions.

He reclaimed the Lotus King Bone, the Holy Eye, and the Heavenly Spirit Bloodline, and through his relentless efforts, they all awakened the Holy Body of Light.

His father knelt before him and begged for mercy. He said, "Fine, I won't kill you." Then he crippled his father and threw him into a mass grave, the same place where he himself had been thrown.

His mother also knelt before him to repent. He said, "Fine, I won't kill you." Then he gouged out his mother's eyes so that she could also experience what it's like to be blind.

His sister cried and said, "We are siblings." He said, "Okay, I won't kill you." Then he threw his sister into a formation, where she couldn't get out but wouldn't die.

His lover...

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