"Where was this? Why was it pitch-black?"
Chen Mo's consciousness was somewhat hazy. Before he could think, scene after scene flashed before his eyes like a movie.
"High Martial World, martial arts reigned supreme... Abyssal Fierce Beasts... Martial Artists..."
Before he could figure out what was happening, those scenes turned into streaks of golden light and rushed toward him.
Chen Mo instinctively shut his eyes and dodged, raising a hand to block them, but the golden light passed straight through his hand.
"Damn it, my eyes are going to go blind..."
Before he could stop it, he felt as though countless steel needles had pierced his head at once.
"Hiss! It hurts! Am I really going to die..."
Just as despair seized him, the pain receded like the tide. It had come fiercely, but it vanished just as quickly.
Yet the scenes flooding into his mind were branded there like words carved into a stone monument. Even if he wanted to forget them, he could not.
"Ah!"
A sharp pain shot through his body, making Chen Mo cry out.
Lin Fang, seated beside Chen Mo's hospital bed, forced herself to stay awake despite her exhaustion. Hearing her son cry out, she jolted awake, sprang to her feet, bent down, and carefully examined Chen Mo.
"Son, son, you're finally awake! That's wonderful!"
"Son, how do you feel? Is anything uncomfortable?"
Chen Mo's head was still muddled and his vision somewhat blurry. Seeing the familiar face, he called out instinctively.
"Mom..."
"Son, are you feeling better? I'll go get the doctor."
Before Chen Mo could reply, Lin Fang turned and headed for the ward door, shouting loudly:
"Doctor! Doctor! My son is awake!"
After Lin Fang left, Chen Mo's mind cleared considerably, and the pain in his body eased as well.
After digesting the memories, Chen Mo finally understood what had happened.
He had transmigrated!
He had gone from an ordinary wage slave in a modern city to an eighteen-year-old senior-year martial arts student in an urban High Martial World, someone with the same name and surname.
Or rather, two souls had fused into one, inseparable from each other. Only the environment had changed into a High Martial World fraught with peril on every side.
Chen Mo did not dwell on it any further. Everything from his previous life was like passing clouds before the eyes, drifting away on the wind.
He had been an orphan in his previous life, but now he had both parents and a younger sister. Thinking of his parents' care, Chen Mo felt fortunate.
From his memories, he learned that the country he was in was Great Xia Nation, which had once been as peaceful as the country he had lived in before transmigrating.
But a thousand years ago, Abyss Rifts had suddenly appeared across Blue Star. Vast numbers of terrifying Fierce Beasts emerged from them, treating humans as Blood Food.
The aura they emitted caused plants and animals to grow wildly, and all kinds of animals mutated into Fierce Beasts that lived for slaughter, bringing endless calamity upon humanity.
Even more despairingly, modern firearms had completely failed.
The emergence of Martial Artists gave humanity new hope.
Great Xia Nation immediately made Cultivation Methods public, producing vast numbers of Martial Artists. United from top to bottom, they paid an enormous price to hold on to more than half their territory.
More and more Abyss Rifts appeared, and the Fierce Beasts grew ever stronger, forcing Great Xia's territory to shrink further.
Even today, humanity remained the weaker side before the Abyssal Fierce Beasts.
This was the history of the High Martial World that Chen Mo had learned in school.
He had grown up in Jiangbei City, and the Beast Tides of every scale he had experienced over the past eighteen years remained unforgettable.
Especially the Beast Tide five years ago. Fierce Beasts had charged into the city and slaughtered freely. There had been no time to flee to the shelters, and Chen Mo's family had nearly become food for the Fierce Beasts.
Fortunately, the City Defense Army arrived in time, killed the Fierce Beasts, and saved his family.
However, his mother had been badly frightened at the time, and his seven-month-old younger sister had been born prematurely, leaving her frail and sickly.
In such an environment, everyone longed to become a Martial Artist.
Chen Mo was no exception.
Especially after experiencing that Beast Tide, his desire to become a Martial Artist had grown even stronger, becoming an obsession.
For five years, he had cultivated day and night without relaxing for a single moment.
If he were a Martial Artist, he could protect his family and hunt Fierce Beasts instead of waiting helplessly for death in despair.
Yet he could not remember why he had been hospitalized. He only remembered walking home after school and passing through a somewhat secluded stretch of road when his vision suddenly went black.
When he awoke, he found himself in the hospital.
He had been attacked by an unknown Martial Artist!
Chen Mo tried hard to recall it, but he could not remember who had attacked him.
"Attacking someone so openly, they have already walked the path to death! Once I find out who it was, I'll kill them!"
Chen Mo silently made up his mind. Once he became a Martial Artist, he would investigate the matter thoroughly and personally slaughter his enemy.
If Chen Mo from the modern city had not transmigrated here and their souls had not fused, the current Chen Mo would never have awakened!
How could a blood feud for one's life go unavenged?
However, only by becoming a Martial Artist could he avenge his hatred.
If ordinary people died, they simply died. Seeking revenge was harder than climbing to the heavens.
"I will become a Martial Artist!"
Martial Artists gathered immense power within themselves, tempered their blood and qi, and strengthened their bodies. At higher realms, moving mountains, filling seas, and walking through the air were nothing difficult.
Just as Chen Mo imagined himself becoming a Martial Artist, moving mountains and filling seas, suppressing and killing Fierce Beasts, he heard his mother Lin Fang's voice.
"Son, wake up. The doctor is here to see you."
Chen Mo opened his eyes and saw his mother, a middle-aged doctor, and a nurse standing beside his hospital bed.
"Chen Mo, I'm your attending physician, Li Hui. I'll examine you now."
"Okay, thank you!"
After receiving Chen Mo's consent, Li Hui began the examination.
More than ten minutes later, Li Hui finished checking him, nodded, and a trace of regret flashed through his eyes.
However, neither Chen Mo nor Lin Fang noticed it.
"Mm, your body is fine now. The pain will fade quickly. Rest well and remain under observation for a few days. If your recovery goes well, you can be discharged."
"That's wonderful, thank you, Doctor!"
The stone hanging over her heart finally fell. Lin Fang hurriedly bowed in thanks.
"It's my duty. Chen Mo's mother, there's no need to be so polite."
Li Hui waved a hand. "All right, let Chen Mo get some rest. Come to my office with me, and I'll go over some medical instructions with you."
"Okay, Doctor Li."
Lin Fang immediately agreed. After telling Chen Mo to rest well, she followed Li Hui out of the ward.
After all that commotion, Chen Mo felt extremely exhausted as well. His consciousness grew heavy, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, in the doctor's office.
"What? Doctor Li, you're saying my son, he... his Dantian is shattered? How is that possible?"
Lin Fang could not believe her ears. She shot to her feet, staring fixedly at Li Hui.
"This isn't real, Doctor Li. You're joking with me, right? I don't believe it!"
"It's true! Why would I lie to you about something like this?"
"I don't believe it!"
Bang! Lin Fang slammed both hands onto Li Hui's desk and roared emotionally,
"I don't believe it! This isn't real!"
She knew very well what a shattered Dantian meant. Without a Dantian, it was impossible to become a Martial Artist.
Chen Mo was the family's only hope!
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