Heaven Mending Pavilion Arrives

Desolate Region.

Western Frontier.

A group of people traveled through the vast Great Wilderness.

Leading this group was a stunningly beautiful woman with an ethereal, fairy-like grace. She appeared to be about sixteen, with a fair, delicate face, bright, spirited eyes, and a slender figure. Dressed in white, her robes fluttered in the mountain breeze as if she might take flight at any moment.

Beside the woman was an old crone and over a dozen strong, young cultivators, each of whom appeared quite extraordinary.

"The Wind Clan is just ahead."

The old crone spoke, her deep eyes shimmering with a flowing light as she gazed at the faintly visible cluster of buildings in the distance. "Although this branch of the Wind Clan is a branch of a branch and has long since declined, the Wind Clan is one of the most primordial clans of the human race. Perhaps this generation will produce a truly exceptional prodigy."

They hailed from the Heaven Mending Pavilion, traveling across the boundless Great Wilderness to seek out powerful talents, bring them into the Pavilion, impart divine techniques, and guide their cultivation.

"The four clans of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning are the more primitive clans of the human race. Their ancestors all birthed gods, and among them, the Wind Clan ranks first."

The beautiful young woman spoke, her voice crisp and melodious. Her bright, spirited eyes shone like stars as she continued, "Furthermore, it is rumored that the Wind Clan shares a special connection with an ancient emperor of the human race."

"An ancient emperor?"

A young disciple beside her looked shocked, his eyes filled with reverence.

An ancient emperor was not someone the human emperors of the various kingdoms today could compare to; they were powerful existences that even the gods had to treat with respect.

Wind Clan.

The Wind Clan was a tribe with a population exceeding five hundred thousand. While not massive, it boasted many experts, including those at the Marquis level, whose presence shook this vast territory.

At this moment, within a mountain range inside the Wind Clan territory.

A violent waterfall cascaded down, surging and roaring like a mountain flood, emitting a thunderous, deafening sound.

Beneath this raging torrent sat a small, thin figure. He appeared to be about ten years old, with delicate features and a sturdy build, sitting cross-legged on a smooth boulder while bathing in the crushing force of the water.

The waterfall was incredibly fierce, and falling from a height of several thousand meters, the impact force reached seventy or eighty thousand jin. Even thick steel plates would twist and deform under such pressure.

Yet, this small youth sat as steady as a rock, unmoved.

The youth was named Su Ye, the Wind Clan's number one prodigy. At this moment, he was inhaling the essence of heaven and earth. His body was suffused with radiance, auspicious mists steaming off him, his skin glowing and translucent like the finest jade submerged in water.

Hum.

As the radiance permeated and the laws of the dao flowed, phantom figures emerged around the youth—a Suanni, a Yazi, a Bian, and other powerful ferocious beasts—exuding a terrifying aura that made the heavens roar and the mountains and rivers tremble.

The blood in Su Ye's body surged, and the sound of the dao rumbled as if gods were chanting for him. It was grand and sacred, driving his physical body through an ultimate transformation.

Boom.

A thunderous sound erupted from within his body, and blinding rays of light shot out from his pores as if he were about to explode on the spot.

Of course, he did not explode.

The auspicious mist grew increasingly dense, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged toward him frantically, pouring into his body. His skin became even more crystalline, emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance.

Su Ye opened his eyes. They were incredibly bright, and within those luminous depths, runes appeared—each one profound and mysterious.

Hum.

The heavens roared once more. Two eyes appeared in the firmament, each one like a great sun, brilliant and profound, resonating with the world and seizing the fortune of heaven and earth.

Threads of divine radiance descended from the sky, each containing surging divine essence. They merged into Su Ye's body, baptizing him, making his skin even more translucent, and causing his bones to crackle like popping beans. The divine radiance poured into his limbs and marrow, continuously tempering his physical form.

Su Ye looked at his arm and saw a layer of hazy light insulating him from the cascading torrent. This was the protective treasure light that only manifested when the physical body reached the ultimate threshold of one hundred thousand jin.

The one-hundred-thousand-jin extreme, the perfection of the Blood-Moving Realm.

Since ancient times, only the cubs of heavenly-tier archaic ferocious beasts and unique beings could reach this realm, and now, he, Su Ye, had achieved it.

"One hundred thousand jin extreme, Blood-Moving Realm perfection."

A brilliant smile appeared on Su Ye's somewhat youthful face.

At the same time, his eyes were incredibly bright and sharp, as if they contained a world of their own, with mysterious symbols emerging and light diffusing, as if he were carving out a new universe.

"Ten years of bitter cultivation as one day; today, I have finally reaped the fruits."

Su Ye's heart surged, his blood boiling. Even without a system cheat, he could still rely on his own strength to rise against the heavens.

Seeing this, you have likely already guessed.

That's right.

He, Su Ye, was a transmigrator. He had the fortune to board the transmigrator's flight, arriving in the Perfect World to become one of the many struggling in this vast, primordial world.

Su Ye's gaze was deep as he looked ahead at the magnificent mountains and rivers. At this moment, he lacked the sharpness that had looked down upon the world just a moment ago, replaced instead by a melancholy that did not belong to his age.

Ten years.

He had been in this world for ten years.

Su Ye could not help but recall his life over the past decade. A trace of wistfulness appeared on his youthful face. He reached out to grab at the air, but caught nothing. He let his hand fall powerlessly and looked up at the sky.

Ten years.

Do you know how he has spent these past ten years?

No game consoles.

No mobile phones.

No computers.

This kind of monotonous life was simply like living through years in a single day.

When he first arrived in this world, he was incredibly excited, sighing with relief that his miserable dozen or so years had finally ushered in a new beginning, but reality soon gave him a resounding slap to the face, waking him from his unrealistic fantasies.

He had transmigrated, yes, but there was no system, no old master in a ring, no fairy maiden, no heaven-defying golden finger, and he had arrived in this world in the state of an infant.

Being an infant was fine, that didn't matter, but being an orphan was just bullying.

A newborn baby, arriving in such a terrifying world filled with ferocious beasts—was this world trying to ensure he wouldn't die?

However, fortunately, he survived.

Although the Perfect World was a cultivation world where one could attain longevity and master powerful, mysterious forces through cultivation, it was simultaneously a cruel and bloody world.

In this vast Great Wilderness, there were many terrifying ferocious beasts, cruel and bloodthirsty, yet although they were vicious, they tasted quite good; the meat was delicious, and every bite was rich with fragrance. There was no need to add any seasonings, just a sprinkle of salt, and the flavor would make one's taste buds explode.

I am not showing off; I am complaining, recounting the bitterness of these past ten years.

In this world without cars, one could only travel by riding those majestic ferocious beasts and birds of prey.

In this world without chemical pollution, one could only drink pure, natural water without contamination.

In this world without chemical additives, one could only eat pure, natural food without preservatives.

This kind of life...

"Brother Ye, I knew you'd be here. Our tribe has received distinguished guests, and the Chief told me to call you over."

At this moment, an urgent voice came from the mountain forest in the distance, and then a figure was seen leaping a few times, crossing thousands of meters to arrive before the waterfall.

"Distinguished guests?"

Su Ye looked at the person who had arrived. The man looked quite tall, half a head taller than him, standing at one meter sixty-seven. He wore animal skins, his skin was bronze-colored, and his body was bulging with muscles, full of explosive power.

The somewhat simple-minded person before him was a childhood friend who had grown up with him. He was one year older, now eleven, and his name was A-Hu.

A-Hu said honestly, "The Chief said they are distinguished guests, it seems they are from some Pavilion... right, Heaven Mending Pavilion. The distinguished guests from the Heaven Mending Pavilion want to see the strength of our tribe's young disciples. If they are strong enough, they can join the Heaven Mending Pavilion."

"Heaven Mending Pavilion?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ye's expression changed, and then a look of joy appeared on his face. He hadn't expected the Heaven Mending Pavilion to actually come to the Wind Clan. It seemed that this "hidden dragon" was about to "emerge from the abyss."

"With your strength, Brother Ye, you will definitely be able to join the Heaven Mending Pavilion. I've heard that the Heaven Mending Pavilion is an ancient holy land that shakes the Great Wilderness. Anyone who joins and eventually leaves it will at the very least reach the level of a Marquis."

A-Hu said excitedly. Brother Ye was the number one genius of their Wind Clan and had once single-handedly suppressed a powerful cub of an Archaic Remnant. Entering the Heaven Mending Pavilion would certainly be no problem.

Su Ye's expression remained calm. As for becoming a Marquis or a King, he didn't care; kings and marquises were merely his starting point, not his destination.

Because his life had no destination, only starting points.