Tears in His Eyes, He Finished Choosing the New Scripture—Please Bookmark

Hun Xiu sat cross-legged beneath a great tree, holding the unknown cultivation technique he had received from Soul Emperor—the Fire Devouring Scripture.

Aside from a transmigrator, probably no one could understand this technique.

Because the language used to write it was none other than the Chinese he had learned in his previous life.

Anyone who was not a transmigrator simply could not cultivate the Fire Devouring Scripture.

When he opened the Fire Devouring Scripture, the first sentence made Hun Xiu's body tremble. Every hair on his body stood on end.

Even the Fire Devouring Scripture slipped from his small hands.

All because he had seen the very first sentence.

Earlier, he had merely flipped through it casually and had not noticed the line on the first page.

Now that he had properly turned to the first page, he was instantly drawn to the line written there.

His current reaction was entirely because the line at the beginning of the Fire Devouring Scripture had thoroughly terrified him.

Because the very first sentence in the Fire Devouring Scripture was: "The more profound the divine art, the more one must first castrate oneself."

That's right.

That was the first sentence.

Tell me, wasn't that terrifying?

There were only eight short words on the first page, yet they were especially striking. At the thought of those eight words, Hun Xiu felt an uncontrollable chill between his crossed legs.

Hun Xiu stared at the closed Fire Devouring Scripture lying on the grass, torn with indecision.

His body trembled slightly.

He truly did not know why he had transmigrated into this other world, but Hun Xiu understood that since he had transmigrated here...

Then he could not be a salted fish.

Besides, his status seemed to forbid him from being one anyway.

Having arrived in an otherworld where one could cultivate, how could anyone not want to become an expert? An expert.

With a mere gesture, they could make heaven and earth lose color and stir the winds and clouds.

In his previous life, he had often fantasized about such things.

Back then, he had no opportunity. He could only be an ordinary person.

But now, heaven had played a joke on him and sent him to an otherworld—an otherworld where cultivation was possible.

It would be a lie to say he did not want to become an expert.

But... this cultivation technique had put him in a difficult position.

"The more profound the divine art, the more one must first castrate oneself!" Was this asking him to become a "woman" while growing stronger?

If he had been a "woman" in this life, then so be it.

But he was clearly a man. Was he supposed to turn himself into a "woman" just to cultivate a technique? Hun Xiu said he was only a child and did not want to say goodbye to the rest of his life before he had even experienced true happiness.

Not to mention that he had not experienced it yet.

Even if he had, even if that sensation was so unforgettable that it left one longing for more, he still could not ruin himself just to cultivate a technique.

In the end...

Hun Xiu simply was not ruthless enough. If he were ruthless enough, he could have swung the blade, castrated himself, and cultivated the Fire Devouring Scripture.

In the future, he would surely become one of the strongest among experts.

Looking at the Fire Devouring Scripture on the ground, Hun Xiu's feelings were complicated. He wanted to pick it up.

But each time he reached out, he pulled his hand back.

This... the Fire Devouring Scripture was too terrifying.

He... did not even dare face the cultivation technique he had chosen. Hun Xiu felt an indescribable regret in his heart.

"Ah..."

"Once, two cultivation techniques lay before him, yet I did not choose carefully. If..."

"If heaven gave me another chance to choose, I would say goodbye to the Fire Devouring Scripture without hesitation and choose the Emperor Burning Fire Art instead."

Looking at the Fire Devouring Scripture on the ground, Hun Xiu no longer found it incomparably precious. He muttered, "Should I... ask Father to exchange it back for the Emperor Burning Fire Art?"

"Warning..."

"Warning..."

"The system has detected that the host harbors strong thoughts of violating the rules. Please stop immediately. Please stop immediately. Otherwise, the system will self-destruct completely and perish together with the host..."

"Hm?"

Hearing the system's voice in his mind, Hun Xiu muttered, "Wanting to exchange it back for the Emperor Burning Fire Art counts as a violation?"

"The system can even explode?"

Hun Xiu's little face turned completely pale. What was this supposed to mean?

He had thought he had found a treasure, but now he discovered that it was nothing but a piece of scrap metal.

The path he had chosen himself, he had to finish even if he had to crawl.

Hun Xiu had only heard that saying before.

Now, it had happened to him personally.

His own choice—he had to see it through even with tears in his eyes.

Otherwise?

He had shown only the slightest hint of regret, and the system wanted to explode and perish with him. This was simply too hard.

Hun Xiu's body trembled as his face turned deathly pale, devoid of all color. With shaking hands, he picked up the Fire Devouring Scripture he had chosen "so happily."

Before choosing it, after hearing the system's introduction, he had thought he had found a treasure. As long as he worked hard enough, becoming a Dou Emperor would be no trouble at all.

But now, holding the Fire Devouring Scripture in his hands, it felt as heavy as ten thousand pounds. Because what he held was not a cultivation technique.

It was the happiness of the rest of his life! How could it not be heavy?

One trembling hand held the Fire Devouring Scripture while the other trembling hand opened the first page again.

"The more profound the divine art, the more one must first castrate oneself."

Those eight words were still especially eye-catching. To Hun Xiu's eyes, those damn eight words practically glowed.

Eight enormous golden words, gleaming brilliantly—no, eight enormous words gleaming with sinister light.

Those simple eight words would completely bury the happiness of the rest of his life.

Hun Xiu's eyes filled with tears, and at last, they fell.

He slowly placed the Fire Devouring Scripture on the ground.

He already had his answer.

He had finally come to this otherworld and had the chance to become one of those legendary figures from his previous life, capable of summoning wind and rain.

He did not want to give up.

He possessed an astonishing background, astonishing talent, and a cheating system.

If he was willing to work hard, then he would surely become a mighty expert in the future, standing above heaven and earth.

A figure revered across the entire continent.

He now had two choices. First, give up the Fire Devouring Scripture and abandon his own choice.

That would count as a violation, and the system would perish together with him.

Second, pay the price for his own choice. Even with tears in his eyes, he had to finish what he chose.

That was right. Without tears, he probably would not even be able to finish the second choice.

Could he possibly not cry?