Darkness, viscous and heavy.
Light, dazzling and distant.
It was as though he had returned to his childhood, to that brief, carefree time in his life.
He had once had parents who loved him dearly, and an adorable younger sister.
His mother had named him Chen Fan—the Fan of ordinary.
Yet happy times were incomparably brief.
When he was eight, the mischievous boy returned from the wilderness only to witness bandits slaughtering his village.
He watched helplessly as his loved ones fell one after another, his young heart suffering the most agonizing ordeal of his life.
After that day, he never smiled again.
After that day, he never slept peacefully again.
His small figure bore a blood feud and stepped into the brutal world of cultivation!!
Three years later, he personally slaughtered those bandits.
But what was lost could never return.
His name was Chen Fan. His mother had said that for people at the bottom like them, simply staying alive was already difficult, and she hoped he could live an ordinary, happy life.
But in the end, he had not walked the ordinary path his mother spoke of.
A hundred years later, Chen Fan beheaded a Heavenly Venerable's son in a life-and-death duel, and his name shook the continent!
He said.
My name is Chen Fan—the Fan of extraordinary!
The expected coldness and eternal darkness did not descend.
In their place came a long-lost... warmth and tranquility.
The cultivation world was fraught with killing intent at every step. With no one behind him, he had carved out a bloody path alone.
The last time he had slept so peacefully had been in his mother's embrace.
Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was blurry at first. What entered his sight was a crude grass hut, with faint