chapter 1 a residual imprint

"Harta, you killed the fourth elder, and you still have the nerve to kneel here!"

"The death of the fourth elder has caused huge losses to our Lingxu Sect. You should die to apologize!"

"After practicing for so many years, you can't even step into the Qi Condensation Realm. Harta, you are a waste. Lingxu Sect does not support waste, so get out of Lingxu Sect!"

"The fourth elder has fallen, and there is no one to protect you anymore. The sect leader has ordered that from tomorrow, Mu Peak will be merged into the main peak. From now on, Lingxu Sect will no longer have a place for you!"

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In the back mountain of Lingxu Sect, in front of a tomb, a one-year-old boy knelt there with a dull expression. Facing the various scoldings and curses from more than ten disciples of the sect, he seemed to be unheard, like a walking corpse.

He is Harta, now Mu Feng's only remaining disciple.

Mu Feng was originally one of the Lingxu Sect, but it has completely declined over the years.

Because the fourth elder often went out to seek various medicinal materials for him and had no intention of taking care of Mu Feng's affairs, the sect was extremely dissatisfied with this. Mu Feng's former disciples were either withdrawn directly by the sect or joined other peaks on their own. Mu Feng has long since disappeared. People.

Harta had already anticipated that Mu Feng would be merged this time.

But when the day finally came, he still felt inexplicably disappointed.

Looking at the new tomb in front of him, that kind face kept reappearing in his mind. In his heart, the Fourth Elder was not only his master, but also his only relative.

He was originally an orphan. Ten years ago, the four elders went out for training and rescued him from the mouth of a vicious beast. They then brought him back to Lingxu Sect, accepted him as a disciple, and taught him how to practice.

At that time, when he first came into contact with cultivation, he could directly condense his true energy, and his amazing understanding shocked the entire Lingxu Sect.

But he never dreamed that what awaited him was not a gorgeous halo, but endless despair and darkness.

After ten years of practice, he could not even reach the first state of Qi condensation as a practitioner because he could not store the condensed Qi in his meridians.

Over the past ten years, he had long memorized the knowledge about martial arts that the Fourth Elder had told him and the techniques and secrets that he had given him, but all of them were of no use to him.

The fourth elder has been looking for various ways to prevent his demonic talent from being buried, but in the end it was all in vain.

Half a month ago, there was news that the holy grass suddenly appeared in Shiwan Mountain, attracting all the major sects to go there. After the four elders heard the news, they ignored everyone's dissuasion and insisted on going. As a result, they never returned.

Later, several elders of the Lingxu Sect secretly went to investigate and learned from some cultivators that the fourth elder was killed by a strong man from the Dao Sect in order to snatch the sacred grass.

The Dao Dao Sect is an unimaginably terrifying pinnacle force, with a legacy that lasts for thousands of years and an unfathomable foundation. Faced with such a behemoth, the elders of the Lingxu Sect dare not speak out and transfer all responsibilities to Harta.

The same was true for many disciples, and the overwhelming vicious words flooded Harta like a tide.

"After tomorrow, there will be no more wooden peaks in Lingxu Sect. You can make a living on your own!" The second elder glanced at this place from afar, said this, and then turned and left.

After all the disciples left, Harta sat alone in front of the tomb, looking at the lush grass around him and listening to the whistling wind blowing by his ears, feeling extremely depressed.

"It's time to leave..."

For a long time, he whispered to himself.

But then endless confusion came to mind.

Where is he going? Where can I go?

After a brief moment of confusion, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

"I am an orphan. There is no place in the world where I am not at home!"

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely learn martial arts and become a strong man. I will avenge you one day!"

Regarding his own situation, he couldn't figure it out. Everything seemed to be no different from ordinary people, but he just couldn't store the condensed Qi in his meridians. Every time the condensed Qi disappeared, it would disappear in a short time. In the past ten years, This is true.

The fourth elder once asked the other elders of the sect to check, but none of the elders had any clues and could not find the reason.

The last ray of the setting sun disappeared into the sky, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Harta knew that this was his last night in Lingxu Sect.

He silently sat cross-legged in front of the tomb, his mind working, and a ray of true energy slowly condensed in his meridians. As usual, the true energy slowly dissipated not long after it was condensed.

He sighed helplessly. It had been like this for ten years, and he was already used to it.

However, at this moment, his whole body suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, his Dantian seemed to be shattered, and there was a crisp cracking sound.

The Dantian, which can only be opened up by cultivators who have reached the psychic realm, was suddenly penetrated inexplicably. Harta was stunned by the sudden change.

Because at this moment, a majestic true energy surged crazily from his dantian, filling the meridians all over his body in an instant.

Harta was stunned. Could it be that the true energy condensed over the years did not really disappear, but was absorbed into the Dantian?

And at the moment when the dantian was penetrated, it was as if something was washed away. In addition to the true energy, a tyrannical force burst out from the dantian.

Harta's expression changed drastically. In just a few breaths, he felt as if the meridians throughout his body were about to burst, sending out bursts of tearing pain.

This situation had never happened before, and it caught him off guard for a while.

Before he could regain his senses, the surrounding scene suddenly changed drastically. When he opened his eyes again, he actually came to a gray space.

Harta heart was in turmoil. He was conscious, but what happened at this time had subverted his cognition, as if he was having a ridiculous dream.

What is this place?

He hurriedly glanced around. It looked like a dilapidated ruins, with broken stones everywhere. It seemed that it had experienced a terrible battle, because some mutilated corpses could still be seen vaguely among the broken stones.

Then his pupils shrank, because there was a figure standing not far away!

The man stood with his back to him. He was tall and burly. Standing there, he looked like an unattainable giant peak, like an ancient god or demon.

This has completely exceeded Harta's understanding of cultivators. The figure in front of him invisibly gave people an extremely terrifying sense of oppression. Even if he just glanced at it, he could feel the unparalleled momentum.

As Harta looked around, the figure slowly turned around.

That's a middle-aged man!

It's just that his face is a little blurry. He's obviously not far away, but it seems like he's thousands of miles away.

"Who are you?"

Harta stepped back involuntarily and asked subconsciously. His intuition told him that this was definitely an existence that was unimaginably powerful.

The middle-aged man looked at Harta silently, unable to see the change in his expression. He did not answer Harta, but said, "The fact that you are here means that you have passed the darkest time!"

The plain words fell into Harta ears like a bolt from the blue, leaving him completely stunned.

Obviously, the other party knew his experience!

At the same time, endless doubts arose in his heart, where is this place and who is this person? He is sure that this is not an illusion!

"who are you?"

Harta asked again, becoming more vigilant.

However, when Harta asked again, the middle-aged man still did not respond. Instead, he said to himself, "Every loss must be gained. After the darkness has passed, the dawn will surely come. When the seals in your body are broken layer by layer, take over." With incredible power, you will open a path to invincibility!"

Harta stood there blankly. Is there a seal in his body? What is the power that defies heaven?

His intuition told him that this middle-aged man seemed to have already tampered with him.

If this is true, then his ten years of darkness may have been all thanks to the other party!

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed it was true. Why would a mysterious and powerful man who was so terrifying that he couldn't fathom treat him like this?

Regarding his own past, there was only a blank in his memory. When he had memories, he was taken to Lingxu Sect by the fourth elder, and then there was a dark time that lasted for ten years.

Harta couldn't calm down, and his heart was in turmoil. He had already noticed before that when the Dantian was penetrated, not only a majestic infuriating energy surged out, but also a powerful mysterious force.

Could that mysterious power be the heaven-defying power the other party said?

"What is the heaven-defying power you are talking about?"

Seeing the middle-aged man so close to him who seemed thousands of miles away, Harta mood fluctuated extremely violently.

"Heavenly inheritance!"

The middle-aged man seemed to laugh, and his eyes were as bright as stars. At this moment, he exuded a domineering aura. The four words fell, like thunder, shaking the gray space. They were all trembling.

"I'm just a remnant of the brand, just waiting for you to come!"

Then the middle-aged man didn't have any extra words, and his body suddenly turned into a mist of light and dispersed. The gray space trembled violently, as if a giant mechanism had been triggered.

Before Harta could recover, he felt pushed out by a force.

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The night wind blew by, and Harta's thoughts turned around, and he slowly opened his eyes. The new fortress in front of him was still the same, but it looked more desolate under the hazy moonlight.

After he came back to his senses, he hurriedly activated his skills, and as the true energy circulated in his meridians, he discovered that his cultivation level had actually broken through the Qi Condensation Realm and the Psychic Realm, and directly jumped to the Earth Mysterious Realm, the third realm of cultivators.

He simply couldn't believe that the nightmare of ten years of cultivation had been solved inexplicably, and in just a short time, he had broken through six minor realms in a row!

The true energy in the meridians was stimulated by the technique and circulated continuously. The true energy flowing out of the body accurately told him that he had reached the first level of the Earthly Mysterious Realm.

Thinking of that strange space, he hurriedly went to concentrate on feeling it, and found that there was a stone tower in his dantian at some point.

As soon as his mind changed, the scene in front of him changed drastically. He arrived in front of the stone tower in an instant, but when he looked at it from a close distance, he saw that the stone tower was incomplete.

The stone tower in front of us has eight floors in total, and above the eighth floor, it seems to have been cut off, and the broken gap can be clearly seen.

The light on the stone tower floated, and several ancient characters appeared. Harta carefully distinguished it, and those two ancient characters seemed to be - Star Emperor!