Black Region Great Plain

The Black Corner Region was a dark land renowned across the Dou Qi Continent. Originally, it had merely been an area with unusual geography. Located at the junction of several great empires, wars would occasionally break out here. At some unknown time, fugitive experts from across the continent began arriving here after many twists and turns, taking root in this chaotic land.

Thus, these fugitive experts concealed their identities and established their own factions here. They also forged the most brutal rules. Bloodshed and death occurred here at every moment.

There was another legend about the Black Corner Region. It was said that this place had once been lush with trees, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Then, one day, a seven-colored fireball shot into the sky. Its radiance was boundless, rivaling the blazing sun. Beneath its light, the forest was instantly incinerated. Its terrifying heat turned the ground charred black, smooth as a mirror. From then on, not a single blade of grass grew here for ten thousand years. Legend had it that this was how the Black Corner Region got its name.

"Should I go in?"

A boy clad in watery blue sat atop a yellow steed, gazing out over the endless black plain before him.

The black plain looked as though it had been soaked through with ink. It also resembled a ferocious beast with its bloody maw wide open, ready to devour any intruder who dared enter the Black Corner Region.

After traveling without rest, Hun Han had finally arrived at the Black Region Great Plain, renowned throughout the continent. Yet as he was about to enter, he felt somewhat uneasy. He could hardly be blamed; after all, he was still only a child and had only just attained the cultivation of a two-star Dou Zhe.

That was right. After Hun Han condensed his Fighting Qi Vortex, he had not become a one-star Dou Zhe, but a two-star Dou Zhe. The reason lay in that medicinal pill. With its help, Hun Han had condensed a Fighting Qi Vortex within his dantian in one go, and his cultivation had directly broken through to the two-star realm.

"Since I'm already here, how can I turn back the way I came? Fine then. Black Corner Region, I have God's perspective. I refuse to believe you can become the place where my bones are buried!"

Hun Han clamped his legs around the horse and viciously lashed its rump with the reins in his hand. The startled yellow steed kicked up a trail of black dust and charged like an arrow into the boundless Black Region Great Plain.

"This place really is depressing!"

As he traveled through the Black Region Great Plain, Hun Han sat atop the yellow steed and examined the map in his hand. The map was extremely crude and did not show an accurate route through the Black Region Great Plain.

Looks like I can only enter a small town and buy a map of this place!

The world before his eyes was nothing but darkness. Staying in such a place for too long could make anyone feel terribly heavy-hearted.

"Huh, there are people ahead!"

Up ahead of Hun Han, he could vaguely make out a group of people.

"It's a caravan! Haha, wonderful! With a caravan leading the way, I'll surely cross the Black Region Great Plain safely and enter the Black Corner Region as I wished!"

Hun Han was overjoyed. He whipped the horse several times with all his strength, and before long, he arrived before the caravan.

The caravan had quite a few people, more than thirty in all. When they saw Hun Han approach, every one of them gripped the hilts of their swords and stared at him.

Hun Han said amicably, "Everyone, could I travel with you? Once we cross the Black Region Great Plain, I'll naturally leave."

Upon hearing this, the caravan did not lower their guard against Hun Han.

A middle-aged man walked out from the caravan and sized Hun Han up and down, a glint flashing through his eyes. "You're alone?"

Hun Han nodded. "Yes."

The middle-aged man looked behind Hun Han and saw that no one was following him. Since Hun Han was only a six-year-old child, he asked again, "Kid, where are you from? What's your name?"

Hun Han replied, "My name is Han Hun. I ran away from home. I'm from... well, from the Gamma Empire!"

The middle-aged man stared in surprise. "The Gamma Empire?"

Hun Han nodded. "What, is there a problem?"

"No problem, of course there's no problem! Hahaha, kid, since you ran away from home, you must have brought plenty of money with you, right?" The middle-aged man smiled with a sinister look in his eyes that was rather frightening.

"Uh!"

Hun Han's heart tightened as he looked over the others. Their eyes all held the same wolfish greed.

"Black Bandits!"

Hun Han froze slightly, only then noticing what they were wearing. Every one of them was dressed in black. On the Black Region Great Plain, there was a term that struck terror into countless merchants—the Black Bandits.

As the name implied, Black Bandits were the bandits of the Black Region Great Plain. In other words, the robbers of this land.

Looking more closely, Hun Han noticed scattered traces of red on the carts. The blood had not yet dried, and when the breeze rose, he could even smell a faint scent of blood.

These bandits had probably just robbed a caravan. These carts and goods must have belonged to that merchant guild.

Hun Han clicked his tongue inwardly. Could he really be this unlucky? Wherever he went, he ran into that place's bandits!

"That's right. You've got some sense."

The middle-aged man drew his longsword and pointed it straight at Hun Han, grinning. "Little brat, you came to our Black Region Great Plain to play before you'd even grown out of diapers. Now I'll teach you a rule of the Black Corner Region: never enter the Black Region Great Plain without adults around. Hurry up and hand over everything you have. Money, weapons, or anything else—hand it all over. If I'm in a good mood, I might only take one of your arms, so you'll remember today's lesson!"

Hun Han clicked his tongue inwardly. They really were Black Bandits.

Only now did Hun Han realize that he had made a serious mistake. In the Black Corner Region, never let anyone see through your background or origins. There were no good people here.

"Third Brother, stop wasting words with him! He has a storage ring on his hand. All his treasures must be inside it. Kill him directly and take his storage ring!" someone ordered.

"Fine!" The Black Bandit answered, stepping forward. With the sword pressed toward Hun Han, he did not waste another word and viciously slashed down at Hun Han's neck without the slightest hesitation.

Black Tier Intermediate Movement Technique: Netherworld Ghost Shadow

Just as expected, the Black Bandit's sword passed through Hun Han's neck. Yet it encountered no resistance whatsoever.

The next second, a figure condensed beside the Black Bandit. A fist, accompanied by a piercing whoosh, struck his body.

Overlord Fist

Terrifying force erupted in an instant. Faintly, ten hidden forces burst forth at once. The dreadful impact sent the Black Bandit crashing to the ground, motionless.