Rebirth in Another World

Shi Yan suddenly woke up, only feeling a splitting headache, his head feeling as if it were filled with lead, incredibly heavy.

This was a dark stone cave, about the size of a basketball court. Piles of white bones were scattered on the stone floor. A dozen or so newly dead bodies, dressed in strange clothes, lay around him. The clothes on the corpses were still bright, indicating they hadn't been dead for too long.

Where is this? Is this the Bahamas in the Caribbean Sea?

Shi Yan was an extreme sports enthusiast, bordering on obsession. He was twenty-seven years old. His mother had passed away early, and his father, after accumulating a lifetime of wealth, died of cancer in his prime. Shi Yan had inherited a fortune he could never spend in his lifetime at a young age.

What others pursued their entire lives, he had readily available from the start.

With his youth before him, he struggled to find a purpose. This feeling of being wealthy yet directionless had always left him melancholic.

It wasn't until he was seventeen that he discovered extreme sports, and suddenly felt life had become interesting. With his vast fortune, he was able to indulge in activities that ordinary people couldn't afford.

Free solo climbing, bungee jumping with crocodiles, low-altitude skydiving, volcano boarding, cliff diving, ice skating under cars, and other crazy extreme sports became his greatest joy.

He savored the thrill of being on the brink of life and death, the blood-boiling, suffocating danger!

For ten years, he had tried every single one of the most insane and perilous extreme sports, running towards danger and death.

Ten years of extreme sports had made Shi Yan's physical condition exceptionally excellent. Hundreds of near-death experiences had made his nerves incredibly resilient, to a monstrous degree. He jokingly called himself the person closest to death.

Exploring the Blue Hole in the Bahamas was his final extreme challenge. Some of these blue holes reached depths of several hundred meters, and some were as complex as a maze. Moreover, any slight movement would stir up the silt at the bottom, making it impossible to see clearly no matter how bright the flashlight was.

Therefore, regardless of how skilled a diver was, they had to tie a steel cable before jumping into the blue hole. This cable was the lifeline for blue hole explorers; when the cable ran out, it meant they had reached the limit of their dive. To swim further would be suicide, as no one could escape the "maze" without the cable. According to statistics from the Bahamian maritime authorities, an average of 20 extreme diving experts died in the blue holes each year, most of them getting lost.

In this most dangerous extreme exploration in the world, Shi Yan voluntarily discarded the steel cable, known as his lifeline, and embarked on a suicidal, crazy adventure, ultimately getting lost in the mysterious blue hole.

And in the blue hole, getting lost meant death...

Shi Yan collapsed on the cold, rocky ground. Using the strange, faint light flickering on the cave wall, he surveyed his surroundings, feeling as if fragmented memories that didn't belong to him had suddenly appeared in his mind.

Those were the memories of another Shi Yan...

That guy had the same name as him, was also seventeen, and was an ardent archaeologist, obsessed with exploring ancient ruins. Following a tattered ancient map, he had endured half a year of hardship with some family guards to reach this place.

Shi Yan frowned and slowly stood up, feeling weak and frail all over.

The next moment, Shi Yan realized this body was not his own, but belonged to another Shi Yan, that seventeen-year-old Shi Yan.

His expression changed drastically, and he stood there, stunned into immobility.

I really did die in the blue hole. No, I'm clearly alive, and in an unbelievable way!

Through the fragmented memories of the other Shi Yan, he learned that this place was called the Divine Grace Continent. There was no technological civilization here; it was constantly at war, and Martial Artists roamed freely!

Here, many people had extraordinary talents, exhibiting mysterious abilities shortly after birth. Some were born with the power of lightning within them, some could control plants, some could move freely through the earth, some possessed a magical sense that allowed them to communicate telepathically with demonic beasts, and some had frost power within their bodies...

These talents were myriad and mysterious. Those with extraordinary abilities almost always became Martial Artists, and their innate talents were called "Martial Souls."

"Martial Souls" were almost always innate, with only an extremely small number obtainable through some rare encounter. The probability was so low it could be ignored. This was why the continent was called the Divine Grace Continent, as Martial Artists believed "Martial Souls" were gifts bestowed by the gods.

Not all Martial Artists could possess a "Martial Soul"; in fact, the vast majority did not. Ordinary people could become Martial Artists through cultivation, but they couldn't acquire a "Martial Soul" through it. However, a special "Martial Soul" could accelerate a Martial Artist's cultivation speed, greatly enhance their combat power, and grant them special abilities...

Therefore, Martial Artists of the same realm who possessed a "Martial Soul" were often far more powerful, and their future achievements would be significantly higher than those without one. These individuals with "Martial Souls" had a natural advantage on the path of cultivation, reaping immense benefits.

"Martial Souls" could be inherited through bloodline, and the probability was high.

Generally, if one parent possessed a "Martial Soul," their child had a high chance of inheriting the same "Martial Soul." If both parents had "Martial Souls," their child had an even greater chance of inheriting one of them, either the father's or the mother's, but usually only one.

In such cases, there were also extremely rare situations. One was when the child inherited neither of the parents' "Martial Souls" and became an ordinary person. This probability was very small, perhaps occurring only once in a hundred such couples.

A hundred times rarer than this was another situation—the child could inherit both of the parents' "Martial Souls"! These Martial Souls were called "Twin Martial Souls," and individuals blessed with them were known as "Children of God"!

The probability of this was even smaller, occurring perhaps only once in ten thousand couples where both parents possessed different "Martial Souls."

Shi Yan stood there, stunned, continuing to sort through the fragmented memories in his mind...

The original owner of this body came from the Shi Family of the Merchant Alliance. The Shi Family possessed the "Petrification" Martial Soul, which could petrify the body during combat, making it as hard as rock and able to resist some Essence intrusion. As the cultivation realm increased, the "Petrification" Martial Soul would become even more powerful, rendering the body almost impervious to blades and spears.

Unfortunately, this individual had not inherited the "Petrification" Martial Soul and was deemed unsuitable for martial cultivation by the Shi Family. He himself had no interest in the martial path and had never delved into it, instead focusing his energy on exploring ruins.

This trip was prompted by a tattered ancient map, which led him here after enduring countless hardships. Without the map in his possession, he would never have found this ancient stone cave, so thoroughly concealed by layers of bushes and leaves.

"Woooo... Hoooo..."

A sound like the wailing of ghosts suddenly echoed in the stone cave. Shi Yan was startled and abruptly looked towards the blood pool from which the sound originated.

The blood pool was in the center of the cave, only ten square meters in size. The pool was filled with a terrifying, blood-red liquid. Bubbles rose from the pool, and when they burst, they emitted horrifying, ghost-like cries, making it incredibly eerie.

He knew that the recently deceased guards beside him had gone mad and killed each other because of the howling from the blood pool, perishing in the cave. The other Shi Yan had also fainted and fallen due to the influence of those terrifying cries.

It was all because of the blood pool!

Shi Yan stared at the blood pool, his expression grave. The constant howling stimulated his nerves, stirring a desire for slaughter within him, making him want to kill everyone around him!

Shi Yan's head still throbbed violently. The howling from the blood pool tormented him, making it difficult to concentrate.

The blood pool was definitely strange!

Shi Yan's face was grim as he held onto his resolve. His resilient nerves, forged over years of life and death, came into play. Although his head still hurt immensely, he remained relatively calm and began to walk towards the blood pool step by step.

"Crack! Crack!"

Pieces of gray-white withered bones shattered under his feet. Shi Yan's expression was solemn. Judging from the piles of white bones in the stone cave, many people must have died here before they entered. That blood pool was the source of all evil. If he wanted to explore its mysteries, wasn't he just seeking his own death?

The closer he got to the blood pool, the sharper the whistling sound became, like countless sharp knives stabbing into his mind. The murderous, frenzied aura contained within the whistling was on the verge of destroying all his reason and composure. If not for his years of constantly pushing his limits, resulting in an incredibly tough and abnormal nervous system, he would have long since been unable to bear it.

Beside the blood pool lay a ground full of corpses, and within the center of the blood pool, milky white bones faintly surfaced. The small blood pool was like a sea of blood from Asura, having swallowed an unknown number of living beings.

Shi Yan vaguely felt that his soul coming here was closely related to this incredibly bizarre blood pool. He believed he might be able to return through the blood pool, back to the familiar world, back to the Blue Hole in the Bahamas.

As he got closer and closer to the blood pool, Shi Yan suddenly noticed a peculiar phenomenon. The blood in the pool was scarlet and thick, yet he couldn't smell the slightest hint of blood.

On the contrary, the air here was surprisingly fresh, even carrying a strange, unnatural fragrance. Upon closer inspection, he realized the strange fragrance was actually coming from the blood pool itself!

Shi Yan was filled with curiosity, further convinced that there must be something strange about the blood pool.

After taking a few more steps, a vision of a boundless sea of blood suddenly appeared in his mind. In the sea of blood, endless corpses piled up to form islands. Some corpses were perfectly preserved, like the fossilized remains of dinosaurs from the Cretaceous period, as large as small hills. Within the sea of blood, a voice seemed to repeat endlessly: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Shi Yan held onto his resolve, but his heart rate uncontrollably accelerated. A suffocating, terrifying pressure washed over him. He felt the familiar scent of death, feeling as though he had never been this close to death before.

He knew that the next step could very well be death!

However, years of exploring death had not made him fearful; instead, it made him relish this moment! Facing death head-on, seeking survival within death – this was the true meaning of extreme sports!

Step by step, and then another step!

Under the overwhelming pressure of the blood pool, Shi Yan finally reached its edge. Looking at the small blood pool, the wild side of Shi Yan's personality was ignited, and he roared, "I want to see what kind of strangeness this little blood pool holds!"

With that, Shi Yan sneered and leaped into the blood pool.

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