Under the dim night sky, Murong Tiancheng leaned against a rock and gazed at the magnificent starry sky, lost in thought as he looked back on his life.
From the moment he was born, a Daoist had declared that he was destined for greatness. He had mastered the classics in his family's library by the age of three, and when he began martial arts training at five, he already knew he would one day become Number One Under Heaven.
By the age of sixteen, Murong Tiancheng had mastered every martial art in his family's collection. Even his grandfather said he had the potential to become the strongest person in the history of their Lineage.
He had never faced hardship, and he was proud.
Until he was cut in half...
Even now, when he thought back to the moment he'd been sliced in two, he was still overcome with fear.
He hadn't been able to make out what the thing looked like, but after he'd been cut in half, he'd clearly sensed something lurking nearby, scrutinizing him with a gaze full of utter malice.
The night grew deeper, and his thoughts grew heavier.
Looking at the mangled flesh around his waist, he felt that he was finished. Death was drawing closer, and he even wished it would hurry up and take him.
He no longer had the strength to comfort his sister. All he could do was wait, numb, for the final moment of his life.
Just then, footsteps came from the darkness nearby, making Murong Tiancheng's eyelid twitch.
Murong Tianxuan, who had been crying, shuddered in fright. She hurriedly looked up toward the sound and instinctively grabbed the sword beside her.
Murong Tiancheng could only glance over from the corner of his eye. He saw a figure emerge from the