On the mound of lifeless earth, everything lay barren. Only the bleak wind howled past his ears. Suddenly, a weak, bewildered voice broke the silence. "Where am I?" The speaker was Wang Ritain. He slowly raised himself from the mound, disturbing the crows perched in a nearby dead tree. They cawed a few times, flapped their wings, and flew into the murky sky, leaving Wang Ritain alone in this strange, desolate place, his eyes full of confusion.
Having just transmigrated, Wang Ritain's mind seemed to have stalled for a moment. He stood there in a daze. It was only after some time, as the crows' calls faded into the distance, that he slowly came to his senses. He looked around. Everywhere he looked was barren: yellowed weeds trembled in the wind, and the cracked earth seemed to speak of the land's poverty and age. Wang Ritain's lips quivered as he murmured, "I... I really transmigrated?" His voice held a note of disbelief, along with fear of the unknown.
Just then, Wang Ritain suddenly felt a piercing pain throughout his body. Instinctively, he reached up to rub his head. That touch seemed to trip a switch, and a flood of memories surged into his mind. His head throbbed violently. Clutching it with both hands, he crouched down in agony. Amid the torrent of memories, he gradually learned of his situation. He had transmigrated into the body of a Qingcheng Sect disciple who shared his name. This was a world where martial arts reigned supreme, a comprehensive martial world blending countless schools of martial arts.
This world had only one vast, boundless continent, and it had never truly been united, from ancient times to the present. Countless nations and great powers stood across it like stars in the sky. To Wang Ritain's astonishment, it contained many dynasties he had known in his previous life: Great Sui, Great Ming, Great Song, Jin Yuan, Great Qin, and even the Liyang Dynasty from the novels he had read. In this world's martial realm, powerful warriors hid in all corners, their strength unfathomable, capable of turning the world upside down. Compared with this vast world, the original owner's memories were but a drop in the ocean, just the tip of the iceberg.
As Wang Ritain struggled to absorb these memories, he gradually established where he was: North Liang Huishan. This was the Xuanyuan Family's stronghold. Among the family, the original owner was the least welcome. He was timid and cowardly, and the other disciples had often bullied and tormented him. Wang Ritain furrowed his brow, his heart bitter. He delved deeper into the original owner's memories and discovered that this fate had befallen him because he had looked a few times at Xuanyuan Qingfeng, whom Old Ancestor Xuanyuan had taken an interest in. That insignificant act had brought him a death sentence: Yuan Tingshan had beaten him to death. And that was how Wang Ritain had gotten the chance to transmigrate into this body.
The original owner had terrible talent. After years of cultivation, he had still only reached the Early Houtian Realm. In this world, where martial strength reigned supreme, such power was no better than an ant's. Yuan Tingshan had killed the original owner without anyone holding him accountable, which showed just how low his standing in the family had been. Wang Ritain got to his feet and looked around, filled with helplessness and despair. The sun was already beginning to set, staining the horizon blood red, as if foretelling the danger he was about to face.
As Wang Ritain watched the sun sink toward the horizon, his unease grew. Nightfall in this desolate part of Huishan would bring out the beasts. He was badly wounded, and the heavy stench of blood clung to him. With his meager martial skills, surviving in this wilderness would be next to impossible. But what if he returned to the Qingcheng Sect's outpost? Hesitation flickered in Wang Ritain's eyes. The original owner had offended Old Ancestor Xuanyuan, so even if he went back, he might still face endless bullying and oppression. How could his frail body endure that? Wang Ritain was caught between two impossible choices. He paced back and forth, brow furrowed, unsure where to go.
After thinking for a long time, Wang Ritain gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He decided that returning to the outpost might offer a glimmer of hope, better than waiting to die in the wilderness. Just as he turned to head in that direction, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his ear. "Host detected. Would you like to bind the Fishing in All Heavens System?" Wang Ritain froze, then a flash of delight lit his eyes. Without hesitation, he shouted in his mind, Bind it! Bind it now! As soon as the words left his mind, the mechanical voice spoke again. "Fishing in All Heavens System successfully bound. The host can earn Prestige Points by raising their reputation in various ways. Prestige Points can be exchanged for anything imaginable across the myriad worlds."
Listening to the system's introduction, Wang Ritain was stunned. He realized this system might be the key to changing his fate. With it, even in this comprehensive martial world teeming with powerful experts, he would have something to rely on. Wang Ritain took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement. He began to study the system's functions closely, and the more he learned, the more thrilled he became. He understood that this system would surely solve his poor-talent problem.
Once his excitement had settled, Wang Ritain noticed that the system interface showed a beginner's gift pack ready to claim. A look of anticipation crossed his face, and he clicked the claim button without hesitation. "Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained Ten Thousandfold Comprehension! You have obtained the Seven Demonic Blades!" The system's notification rang in his ears. Wang Ritain's eyes widened, and shock spread across his face. He knew exactly what Ten Thousandfold Comprehension meant, and he understood just how powerful the Seven Demonic Blades were.
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