Crossing Into a High Martial World

"Where is this? Why is it so pitch black?"

Chen Mo's consciousness was somewhat hazy. Before he could even think, a series of images flashed before his eyes like a movie.

"High Martial World, where martial arts reign supreme... Abyssal Fierce Beasts... martial artists..."

Before he could figure out what was happening, these images transformed into streaks of golden light and surged toward him.

Chen Mo instinctively closed his eyes to dodge and reached out to shield himself, but the golden light passed straight through his hands.

"Damn it, I'm going to go blind..."

Before he could block them, he felt as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain all at once.

"Hiss! It hurts! Am I really going to die..."

Just as he fell into despair, the pain receded like a tide; it had arrived fiercely, and it vanished just as quickly.

However, the images that had flooded into his mind were now etched there as if carved into stone, impossible to forget even if he wanted to.

"Ah!"

The intense pain racking his body forced a cry from Chen Mo.

Lin Fang, who was sitting by Chen Mo's hospital bed, had been fighting off exhaustion to keep her eyes open. Hearing her son's cry, she jolted awake, stood up in a flash, and leaned in close to observe Chen Mo carefully.

"Son, son, you're finally awake! Thank goodness!"

"Son, how are you feeling? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Chen Mo's head was still somewhat dizzy and his vision a bit blurry, but seeing a familiar face, he called out instinctively.

"Mom..."

"Son, do you feel any better? I'll go call the doctor."

Before Chen Mo could answer, Lin Fang turned and walked toward the hospital room door, shouting loudly:

"Doctor! Doctor! My son is awake!"

After Lin Fang left, Chen Mo's head cleared significantly, and the pain in his body subsided quite a bit.

After digesting the memories, Chen Mo finally understood what was going on.

He had transmigrated!

He had gone from being an ordinary corporate slave in a modern city to the body of an eighteen-year-old high school senior in a High Martial World, who happened to share his name.

Or rather, two souls had merged, becoming inseparable, only the environment had changed to this High Martial World fraught with crises.

Chen Mo stopped dwelling on it; the events of his past life were like smoke, drifting away with the wind.

He had been an orphan in his past life, but now he had both parents and a younger sister. Thinking of his parents' love, Chen Mo felt he was lucky.

From his memories, he learned that the country he was in was the Great Xia Nation, which had originally been as peaceful as the country he came from before he transmigrated.

But a thousand years ago, Abyssal rifts suddenly appeared on Blue Star, and from them emerged a vast number of terrifying Fierce Beasts that used humans as Blood Food.

The aura they emitted caused plants and animals to grow wildly, and various animals mutated into Fierce Beasts that lived to kill, bringing endless disaster to humanity.

What was even more despairing was that modern firearms became completely ineffective.

The emergence of martial artists gave humanity a glimmer of new hope.

The Great Xia Nation immediately publicized Cultivation Methods, fostering a large number of martial artists. United as one, they paid a heavy price to hold onto more than half of their territory.

As the Abyssal rifts grew more numerous and the Fierce Beasts grew stronger, the territory of Great Xia shrank further.

To this day, humanity remains the weaker side in the face of the Abyssal Fierce Beasts.

This was the High Martial history Chen Mo had learned in school.

He grew up in Jiangbei City, and the various Beast Tides he had experienced over these eighteen years were unforgettable.

Especially five years ago, during that one Beast Tide, the Fierce Beasts rushed into the city and slaughtered wantonly. There was no time to reach the shelters, and Chen Mo's family had nearly become fodder for the beasts.

Fortunately, the City Defense Army arrived in time, killed the beasts, and saved his family.

However, his mother had been terrified at the time, and his sister, born seven months premature, had been sickly ever since.

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 practiced day and night without a moment of relaxation.

If he were a martial artist, he could protect his family and hunt down Fierce Beasts instead of waiting in despair for death.

He couldn't remember why he was hospitalized; he only remembered that he was on his way home from school, passing through a somewhat secluded area, when everything suddenly went black.

When he woke up, he found himself in the hospital.

He had been attacked by an unknown martial artist!

Chen Mo tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember who had attacked him.

"Attacking me in public—you have already invited your own death! Once I find out who you are, I will surely kill you!"

Chen Mo secretly made a resolution: once he became a martial artist, he would investigate everything clearly and slay his enemies with his own hands.

If it weren't for the Chen Mo from the modern city transmigrating here and merging his soul with the original, the current Chen Mo would never have woken up!

How could a blood feud go unavenged?

However, only by becoming a martial artist could he exact his revenge.

For an ordinary person, death was the end; seeking vengeance was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"I must become a martial artist!"

A martial artist gathers great power within themselves, tempering their blood and qi to strengthen their being. At the highest levels, moving mountains, filling seas, and walking through the air were all within reach.

Just as Chen Mo was fantasizing about becoming a martial artist, moving mountains and seas, and suppressing ferocious beasts, he heard the voice of his mother, Lin Fang.

"Son, wake up quickly, 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 am your attending physician, Li Hui. I am going to examine you now."

"Alright, thank you!"

Having received Chen Mo's consent, Li Hui began the examination.

More than ten minutes later, the check-up was finished. Li Hui nodded, a flicker of pity flashing through his eyes.

However, neither Chen Mo nor Lin Fang noticed it.

"Well, your body is fine now. The pain will subside soon. Rest well and observe for a few days; if you recover well, you can be discharged."

"That's wonderful, thank you, Doctor!"

With her heart finally at ease, Lin Fang quickly bowed to express her gratitude.

"This is what I should do, Chen Mo's mother. You don't need to be so polite."

Li Hui waved his hand. "Alright, let Chen Mo rest well. Come to my office; I have some medical instructions to give you."

"Alright, Dr. Li."

Lin Fang agreed immediately, urged Chen Mo to rest, and followed Li Hui out of the ward.

After all the commotion, Chen Mo felt extremely exhausted. His consciousness grew dim, and he closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, in the doctor's office.

"What? Dr. Li, you're saying my son, he... his Dantian is shattered? How is that possible?"

Lin Fang couldn't believe her ears. She stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at Li Hui.

"This isn't true, Dr. Li. You must be joking with me, right? I don't believe it!"

"It is true! Why would I lie to you about something like this?"

"I don't believe it!"

"Bang!" Lin Fang slammed her hands onto Li Hui's desk in agitation and shouted, "I don't believe it, this isn't true!"

She knew exactly what a shattered Dantian meant; without a Dantian, it was impossible to become a martial artist.

Chen Mo was the only hope for their family!