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"Hiss!"

The moment the spirit ore entered his hand, Chen Jichuan felt an icy chill seep through him, making his entire body feel clear and refreshed. That coolness followed the contact with his skin, piercing from the spirit ore straight into his heart and flooding into his mind.

In an instant.

Chen Jichuan stood frozen on the spot, his expression stiffening as well.

Inside his mind.

Following that cool current.

Chen Jichuan seemed to "see" a mysterious place deep within his mind, giving off a hazy glow. Looking closer, he saw a jade pendant carved with an Azure Lotus floating there.

"This jade—"

Chen Jichuan stared at the jade pendant as distant memories came rushing back. "Wasn't this something I picked up from an antique shop in my previous life?!"

Chen Jichuan remembered.

While traveling, he had discovered this jade pendant in an antique shop. He had found the Azure Lotus carved upon it remarkably lifelike and rare, so he had paid for it.

Then, on his way back, he had gotten into a car accident and come to this world.

During the first few years after he was born.

He had kept trying to recall whether anything unusual had happened during the car accident, whether there had been any object beside him. He had thought of this jade pendant before, wondering whether it might have been the reason for his transmigration and rebirth.

But after several years.

There had been no sign of it on his body.

As time passed.

Chen Jichuan had forgotten all about it.

He had never expected the Azure Lotus Jade Pendant to emerge again after all these years.

"Spirit ore."

Thinking of the spirit ore, Chen Jichuan knew the jade pendant had appeared because of it.

But this was no time for speculation. He looked toward the Azure Lotus Jade Pendant.

The jade pendant was crystal-clear and dazzling. In a daze, Chen Jichuan saw a lotus flower on the verge of blooming, though it was currently only a flower bud. Yet inside it, threads of silver danced about, vivid and lifelike.

He counted them carefully.

There were six or seven hundred in total.

And as the cool aura flowed into his mind, the silver threads in the Azure Lotus Jade Pendant continued to increase, streaming into the flower bud.

Chen Jichuan watched with utter concentration, counting.

He waited until the cool aura vanished, then counted roughly—

"It increased by eighty silver threads."

The moment he finished counting.

A stream of information came from the Azure Lotus Jade Pendant—

[ Ding! ]

[ Law Master detected. Supreme art "Dao Fruit" binding... ]

[ "Dao Fruit" bound. Immortal Register generated... ]

[ May the Law Master enjoy immortal blessings forever, and may the Dao Fruit be eternal—Heavenly Palace! ]

"Dao Fruit."

"Law Master."

"Heavenly Palace."

After digesting this information, Chen Jichuan's heart brimmed with delight.

This Azure Lotus Jade Pendant actually carried a supreme art developed by some unknown existence calling itself the Heavenly Palace.

The supreme art was called Dao Fruit.

When the Azure Lotus bloomed, the Dao Fruit would be eternal.

Chen Jichuan did not know why the Heavenly Palace had developed such an art.

The information within the Azure Lotus Jade Pendant did not explain it either.

He only knew that once the lotus within the Azure Lotus Jade Pendant bloomed, he could communicate with a world, enter it, seize Dao opportunities, and condense a Dao Fruit.

The myriad heavens and worlds.

One world bloomed, one world bore fruit, and then he could travel to another realm.

Only when Dao Fruits endured throughout the myriad heavens and worlds would one become Eternal Realm. That was also the "Transcendence to the Other Shore" the Heavenly Palace had pursued so bitterly.

And now.

For some unknown reason.

For some unknown cause.

This supreme art had acknowledged him as its master, calling him the "Law Master."

"The master of an art?!"

An art could acknowledge a master.

Even in the web fiction of his previous life, Chen Jichuan had never seen such a plot. His heart pounded with uncontrollable excitement.

He had been an ordinary person in his previous life.

He was an ordinary person in this life as well.

Then disaster had struck, and he had been thrown into this Black Prison, in some unknown place. He labored day after day, enslaved by others, with neither life nor death under his own control.

He had originally planned to endure for ten years, then leave the Black Prison.

After all.

Within the Black Prison, no matter how great his ambitions might be, Black Armor suppressed them all and guarded the exits. Food was held tightly in their grasp. Forget Chen Jichuan—perhaps even the greatest figures throughout history would not necessarily have been able to break out.

Chen Jichuan was no great figure.

Nor did he have any solution.

He could only wait bitterly, hoping that those important figures outside the Black Prison would not break their word.

However.

Even such a humble wish was not granted to him.

Just when hope was about to come into sight, they had been cast into a state of eternal damnation—

Radiation.

Mutation.

He could only watch helplessly as death drew closer step by step, unable to do anything.

Perhaps within only a few days.

He would have to watch helplessly as Chen Shaohe died.

This was his only family in the world.

Before long.

He would be left alone in this world. Perhaps he too would die not long after.

But now—

"Things are different!"

Chen Shaohe's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at his fourth brother.

His pale face was covered in dust, while his eyes were filled with astonished joy.

His chest rose and fell violently as he panted heavily.

Seeing his fourth brother standing there in a daze, he did not dare disturb him. But he himself had recovered his senses and carefully peered toward the cave entrance, his expression mixing delight with intense vigilance.

Looking closely, one could even see a trace of ferocity.

The kind of ferocity that could kill.

He had grown up following his fourth brother and had heard plenty about "fortuitous encounters" and "golden fingers."

No matter how strange something was, it would not panic him. Instead, he had waited too long, and he feared others would discover it and steal it away. If anyone wanted to take it, they would have to step over his corpse.

At this moment.

The spirit ore had been entirely ordinary in his hand, but once it reached his fourth brother's hand, its green color had gradually faded.

And his fourth brother had fallen into a daze without end.

This was clearly a sign of a "fortuitous encounter."

His fourth brother often said.

When one person attained the Dao, even chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.

Whether he or his fourth brother received a fortuitous encounter, it was all the same.

Either way, it could help them escape alive.

Help them break free from this sunless life in the Black Prison.

More importantly—

"I might not have to die!"

Chen Shaohe was tense, excited, and uneasy. Countless thoughts tangled together, making his chest feel as though blazing fire were burning inside it. It left his mouth dry and his head dizzy, yet he forced himself to endure, staring with round eyes. "The golden finger must have activated!"

His two callused hands rubbed together unconsciously. One moment he looked at his fourth brother, and the next he turned to survey the surroundings.

He was anxious.

Yet he did not dare wake him.

So he suffered, tormented himself, and let his thoughts run wild.

Finally.

Chen Jichuan opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Chen Shaohe's eyes, round as bronze bells. His face was bright red, and his neck had reddened, thickened, and swollen. His entire person looked crazed and terrifying.

"Fifth Brother."

Alarmed, Chen Jichuan grabbed Chen Shaohe's shoulders, trying to shake him awake.

"Fourth Brother."

"Fourth Brother."

"I'm so hot! There's fire burning—burning me! It hurts so much!"

Chen Shaohe recovered a little clarity and let out a hoarse roar from deep in his throat. One hand clutched Chen Jichuan tightly, while the other tore at his chest before clawing at his neck and chest.

One glance was enough.

To know what kind of agony Chen Shaohe was enduring.

All joy vanished from Chen Jichuan's heart. In his panic, he remembered Dao Fruit, remembered a talent he had gained after becoming the Law Master—

"Creation!"

Daring not delay.

He hurriedly steadied himself.

Numinous light shimmered in his eyes as he looked at Chen Shaohe. At that glance, he immediately saw the truth—

Name: Chen Shaohe

Age: 16

Immortal Tier: None

Level: 0

Talent: Fire Control (awakening) [Note: Insufficient Origin Force, about to fail]

"Talent awakening?"

"About to fail?"

Chen Jichuan had no time to investigate what a talent was or what Fire Control meant. Only the eight words "Insufficient Origin Force, about to fail" flashed crimson before his eyes.

"Insufficient Origin Force."

Seeing Chen Shaohe about to be burned alive, Chen Jichuan did not hesitate in the slightest. He pressed his palm to Chen Shaohe's chest, and with a thought, one silver thread after another from within the Azure Lotus Jade Pendant—the "Origin Force" referred to by Dao Fruit—poured forth.

One thread.

Two threads.

Three threads.

In an instant, more than a hundred silver threads surged into Chen Shaohe's chest. They were devoured in the blink of an eye, yet he remained ravenous. Chen Jichuan was not stingy in the slightest. Instead, he was overjoyed. "Keep absorbing! There's more!"

He continuously transferred Origin Force into Chen Shaohe's body.

One hundred threads.

Two hundred threads.

Three hundred threads.

Only when it neared four hundred threads did the silver threads stop being absorbed. The moment they entered Chen Shaohe's body, they were immediately repelled, and afterward could not enter at all.

Chen Jichuan did not dare act recklessly.

He stopped at once.

Then he looked at Chen Shaohe—

Name: Chen Shaohe

Age: 16

Immortal Tier: None

Level: 4

Talent: Fire Control

"Did he awaken?"

Chen Jichuan saw that "awakening" and the note had both disappeared from the talent column. The level had also changed from 0 to 4. He guessed that this hurdle had been overcome.

Sure enough.

As his condition changed, the congested crimson color on Chen Shaohe's face and neck rapidly faded before the naked eye.

His consciousness gradually returned.

Chen Shaohe slowly woke up, feeling as though a thousand years had passed.

He vaguely remembered.

His Fourth Brother had gotten a "golden finger." He had been overjoyed, so excited he could barely contain himself. Then he had felt so hot, so hot he was about to die, the fever burning his mind into a muddle.

Then—

"I—"

Chen Shaohe looked at his Fourth Brother and opened his mouth to speak, only for a whoosh of fire to burst out. Chen Jichuan staggered back in panic. Even so, his eyebrows, eyelashes, and the hair at the front of his head were scorched.

"Mm!"

Frightened, Chen Shaohe hurriedly covered his mouth.

Chen Jichuan fell back into a puddle, soaking his cotton-padded coat. Terrified, he looked at Chen Shaohe and hurriedly said, "You've only just awakened your talent and aren't familiar with it yet. Don't talk for now."

Having pulled Chen Shaohe back from death's door, a huge stone finally dropped from Chen Jichuan's heart. He had no desire to be inexplicably burned to death by Chen Shaohe.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Chen Shaohe covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

Faced with this "mutation,"

there was no panic on his face.

Instead, he was so delighted and surprised he could hardly bear it.

Seeing his Fourth Brother's scorched brows and hair, looking somewhat ridiculous, made him giggle. His shoulders could not help trembling.

Seeing how silly Chen Shaohe looked as he laughed, Chen Jichuan could not help being amused as well.

The two brothers sat in the cave, facing each other and grinning like fools. One bared his teeth silently, while the other covered his mouth and let out strange giggles.

The past ten-odd days.

The previous six years.

All the pent-up frustration, pain, fear, and torment were swept away at this moment.

They both knew—

From now on,

everything would be utterly different!

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