Amidst the darkness, an endless power of darkness submerged Xiao Yan. As the first coffin slowly opened, it revealed a youthful face within that caused a certain familiar, profound sense of intimacy to stir deep within Xiao Yan's soul.
It was the first lifetime of Yuan Tian's lingering eight Samsara lifetimes in the Great Thousand World.
Within the vision, that was a small hamlet located within a nameless tribe beneath the Human Realm.
The small tribe relied on the mountains and rivers, nestled halfway up a mountainside. The local folk customs were simple, honest, and completely peaceful. Among them was a little fellow who had possessed natural talent since childhood, named Yeqing.
"If I go with you, can you really make our village prosperous..."
At the edge of the hamlet, a tender child who looked no more than ten years or so stared at the middle-aged man before him with a soft voice, asking with a semi-skeptical demeanor. Although he had been clever since youth, he was without parents and had grown up eating meals provided by a hundred different households, naturally wishing to see these foster parents of his live a prosperous life.
"Let's go, I will take you to a very special place, and that place is also where your destiny lies."
The middle-aged man wore a very eerie expression, looking at the child before him as if he were the most appetizing morsel of food. The next moment, without a word of explanation, wisps of Milky White Flame unexpectedly surged out from within his body, immediately swallowing the child up bit by bit.
At the very last moment before the child was engulfed by the Milky White Flame, a trace of terror thoroughly flooded into his heart. A wisp of a Lotus Leaf Mark flickered between his