Crossing into the Great Wilderness, Unlocking the Merit Mall

Late at night, the corridors of Nanshan Hospital were stark white.

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Li Yuanchu removed his gloves and walked out of the operating room.

With the final surgery wrapped up, he let out a long breath, returned to the break room, and collapsed into sleep.

His consciousness soon sank into chaos.

In a daze, he arrived at a palace, and a voice sounded beside his ears.

"High above the towers, worldly affairs are hard; a weary shadow crosses the passing years. Upon the bed, I gaze at the heavens; a mayfly drifts over the abyss.

"Half a life of rises and falls was but a dream; leaving the mortal world in a day, one seeks to become immortal. Eternal cultivation leads to the Great Dao; only today do I learn there are heavens beyond heaven."

Li Yuanchu walked in the direction of the voice.

Passing through one palace gate after another, he arrived at a great hall.

Three thousand prayer mats were arranged neatly within the hall. An old man sat upon the raised platform at its front.

He wore a gray cloth Daoist robe, with pure white hair and beard and a kindly face.

"Who are you? Where did you come from, and where are you going?"

Just as Li Yuanchu was about to answer, a sharp pain suddenly pierced his mind, and the world spun around him.

Primeval forests, savages eating raw meat and drinking blood, crude caves, and a statue of Nüwa—countless images flooded his mind as if he had experienced them himself.

Li Yuanchu abruptly opened his eyes and found himself lying atop a large boulder, with nothing but a grass skirt around his body.

The palace had vanished, and so had the old Daoist.

He looked around again.

The ancient wilderness stretched into the distance. Giant trees held up the sky, exotic flowers and strange plants covered the ground, and a stream lay clear as a mirror.

"What's going on? Wasn't I resting at the clinic? Did I... transmigrate?"

Having come to his senses, Li Yuanchu hurriedly checked himself and saw a pair of skinny, dark, childish hands.

He had actually become a child.

The memories in his mind gradually became clear, revealing a bizarre and fantastical world before him.

This was a barbaric age filled with all kinds of powerful creatures, where the Human Race struggled to survive.

The tribe had a tradition of sacrifice.

The deity they worshipped was Nüwa. According to the chief, Nüwa had created humanity and attained sainthood; she was the Human Race's Holy Mother. For a hundred years, the Human Race had been able to take root upon this land only through the Holy Mother's protection.

After sorting through all his memories, he decided to return to the cave first.

This world was fraught with danger. The longer he remained outside, the more dangerous it became.

Following the original owner's memories, Li Yuanchu made his way through the primeval forest, stumbling along the path back.

The earth trembled from time to time, shaking the entire forest.

The closer he came to the cave, the stronger the tremors grew.

When Li Yuanchu returned near the cave, a fierce battle was taking place not far away.

He hid in the shadows and observed.

About two li in front of the cave, nearly a hundred wild boars were locked in a deadly battle with the tribe's warriors.

The leading boar was a hundred zhang long, its eyes fierce and alert. It was evenly matched against a giant the size of a small mountain.

This was the tribe chief. After activating his Bloodline Power, he stood ten zhang tall and was the strongest warrior in their tribe.

Though the other warriors were inferior to the chief, they could still expand to six or seven zhang tall after activating their bloodlines.

Thirty warriors fought with their backs to the water. Seven Pig Demons, each forty zhang long, led nearly a hundred boars in relentless charges, while the elderly, women, and children inside the cave trembled in fear.

The warriors thrust with beast-bone spears, and a wild boar fell with every strike. But there were simply too many enemies, forcing the warriors back again and again.

The corpses scattered across the ground ahead could not diminish the boars' ferocity.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and every one of them fought without fear of death.

The leading Pig Demon suddenly let out an enraged roar and charged at the chief without regard for its own life. Its tusks were dozens of zhang long, enough to pierce the chief's body before he could harm it.

The chief leaped aside to evade it, and the Pig Demon slammed violently into the mountainside.

A mass of shattered rocks rolled down the mountain. Darkness fell over Li Yuanchu's head, and he instinctively cried out.

"Ah—"

The expected boulder did not strike him. The chief stood before him, holding up a massive rock.

Another tremor came from behind. The chief threw the boulder aside, then tossed Li Yuanchu back into the cave.

He twisted aside to evade the tusks, but was still sent flying. His spear slipped from his hand and rolled to a stop before Li Yuanchu.

The boar adjusted its angle and charged again with its tusks.

Quick-eyed and quick-handed, Li Yuanchu picked up the spear from the ground, aimed its tip at himself, and threw it toward where the chief was falling.

Unable to turn in midair, the chief grabbed the tusks to withstand the impact and caught the spear with his other hand. Gathering all his strength, he hurled the spear out.

The spear rode a violent gale and pierced through the Pig Demon's skull.

The leading Pig Demon crashed to the ground. Seeing that the situation had turned against them, the remaining herd scattered and fled.

The chief's body rapidly returned to normal size, and he too collapsed to the ground. His flank had already been pierced through.

A warrior shouted toward the cave. Before long, an old woman ran out. She was the tribe's healer and also the chief's mother.

The old woman pressed animal hide tightly against the wound, then had someone gather a type of herb. She chewed it into a pulp and applied it to the wound.

Yet the bleeding would not stop, and the chief's face grew paler and paler.

Tears filled the old woman's eyes as she helplessly shook her head.

The warriors chattered and shouted, gesturing at Li Yuanchu.

They had no language and could only express themselves this way.

The general meaning was that Li Yuanchu had suddenly appeared and caused the chief's death, so he had to be buried alongside him.

Was he going to die right after transmigrating?

Li Yuanchu wanted to flee, but he was still captured.

Another warrior picked Li Yuanchu up and was about to tie him up. Li Yuanchu shouted as well, indicating that he could save the chief.

"That's impossible. Don't think you can escape punishment."

The warrior let out an angry growl and gestured with his hands.

"I really can save him. Let me try."

"Don't waste time. Tie him to the big tree on the hillside and sacrifice him."

Another warrior glared at Li Yuanchu.

This was a tribal tradition. The guilty or the dead would be tied to trees and left for wild beasts to devour, in exchange for the jungle god's protection.

"I'm telling the truth. He can still be saved now. Any later, and it'll be too late."

Li Yuanchu gave up struggling and tried to communicate, but who would believe the words of an eight-year-old boy?

He had seen such grievous wounds in his previous life. Though the conditions were crude, he was about to be sacrificed anyway. Trying was better than dying outright.

Besides, a healer had a compassionate heart, and the injured man had saved his life.

"Grandma, the chief is your own son. Don't you want him to live?"

Tears flickered in the old woman's eyes. When someone brought over vines, she stepped in front of Li Yuanchu.

"Let him try."

"But..."

"This may be our only chance."

Seeing the old woman's resolute and hopeful gaze, the man finally set Li Yuanchu down.

"I need water—clean water. The more, the better."

Li Yuanchu had two stone troughs brought over, then gathered dry firewood and arranged it around them.

He sharpened a wooden stick to a point, then collected the wood shavings and placed them on another piece of wood.

That was right, he was going to make fire by drilling wood.

It had been difficult to succeed barehanded in his previous life, but the creatures of this world were far stronger than those from his old world.

Even with this frail body, his physical fitness and bodily strength could crush an adult from his previous life.

A wisp of green smoke rose from the wood. Li Yuanchu gathered the shavings together and blew carefully. A flame sprang up, then gradually grew stronger.

"A heavenly disaster! This is a heavenly disaster!"

Someone nearby cried out in alarm.

"Stop! Are you trying to kill us?"

Someone stepped forward to stop him but was blocked by a warrior.

That man was the chief's blood brother.

"Watch a little longer. If there's truly danger, we'll stop him then."

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