Destiny Began Here

The Azure Cloud Sect's Inner Sect tournament came to a hasty end just like that.

Chen Changsheng became the Holy Son of the Azure Cloud Holy Land, but there was no ceremony. The Sect Master merely announced it in passing, then declared the tournament over.

Aside from having everyone from Little Mountain Peak gawk at him like a performing monkey, it did Chen Changsheng no good.

What should have been a grand occasion for the Azure Cloud Sect ended as a farce, beginning with a tiger's head and trailing off with a snake's tail.

Ling Feng carried Zu Yuan's corpse as he flew out of the Azure Cloud Sect. The voice urging him on in his mind left him irritated.

"Didn't you say Zu Yuan would become the Azure Cloud Sect's Holy Son in the end? Why did this Chen Changsheng suddenly pop up?" Ling Feng asked, displeasure on his face.

"This person never existed in my memories. Perhaps my appearance changed this world's timeline. The Great Dao numbers fifty, while heaven unfolds forty-nine. Minor currents can be altered; the sudden appearance of a variable won't affect the final outcome," the voice in his mind said.

Carrying Zu Yuan's corpse, Ling Feng reached a village of the Human Race. It was over a thousand kilometers from the Azure Cloud Sect and sufficiently secluded.

But that still wasn't enough. He had to play out the whole act. After all, his master was a mighty cultivator at the tribulation transcendence stage.

Ling Feng found a spot of clear waters and verdant mountains. With a casual wave of his hand, a grave pit two meters deep appeared in the ground.

Ling Feng placed Zu Yuan in the grave. A flicker of conflict crossed his eyes, but he made up his mind and removed the ring from his finger.

"Weren't you complaining that your aptitude was too poor? This body's aptitude is more than strong enough! As long as you're willing, you can become one of the most gifted geniuses!" The voice in his mind kept tempting Ling Feng.

With conflict still written across his face, another flicker of hesitation crossed Ling Feng's eyes. Scenes from his past kept surfacing before him.

The woman he loved had given her heart to someone else, his fellow disciples failed to understand him, and his cultivation had stagnated for years.

All of it was because he was merely an ordinary person!

As long as he took possession of Zu Yuan's body, he would gain supreme talent.

Devil Race, Human Race-what difference did it make?

As long as my talent defies heaven and I stand at the pinnacle of this world, whether I'm of the Devil Race or the Human Race, would anyone dare say a word against me to my face?

Ling Feng drew a deep breath, took a golden needle from his waist, and said quietly, "I don't know what you're really plotting, but if you dare use my body to commit evil, I'll kill you even if I have to join the Devil Race!"

After delivering that rather toothless threat, Ling Feng thrust the golden needle toward his dantian, piercing his nascent soul precisely between the brows.

As the needle pierced his nascent soul, Ling Feng's face instantly turned deathly pale. Still, he forced himself to pull the golden needle out and plunge it into the dantian of Zu Yuan's corpse.

The instant the golden needle went in, it was as though a spark had fallen into the dead Zu Yuan's dantian. The spark slowly settled within it.

Ling Feng seemed to have exhausted every last ounce of strength. His face turned chalk-white, but he still forced himself to sit cross-legged. His head slowly drooped, and the life left him.

One second after Ling Feng's heart stopped, it began beating again.

Color slowly returned to Ling Feng's pallid face, and his formerly honest features took on a sinister charm.

"Hahaha! I've finally returned to my own body!" Ling Feng rose to his feet and burst out laughing. None of his usual gentleness remained; instead, his voice sounded sharp and cutting.

Ling Feng looked at Zu Yuan in the grave, a flicker of dissatisfaction crossing his eyes. "No wonder Zu Yuan stabbed me in the back and killed me in my previous life. Indecisive and wallowing in self-pity-I really was a piece of trash!"

The divine soul within this Ling Feng had become someone else entirely-or rather, another version of himself.

In the Azure Cloud Sect's Rear Hall, Ling Feng's Everlasting Lamp suddenly went out, then suddenly lit up again.

Because the Ling Feng standing there was no longer the original Ling Feng.

He was the wronged soul who had been stabbed in the back and killed by Zu Yuan in his previous life, then drifted through the endless void for who knew how long!

When he woke again, he discovered that he had possessed a ring and returned to the days when he was still in the Azure Cloud Sect.

Upon learning what time he had returned to, Ling Feng, who had drifted through the endless void for untold years, went utterly mad.

After dying such a pathetic death, I actually have a chance to do it all over again!!!

When the wronged soul possessing the ring found his self from this life and saw that he was just as cowardly as he had been in his previous life, he seethed with anger.

That cowardly personality, always manipulating himself into feeling worthless-even I want to punch myself twice!

Finally, after endless persuasion, he had convinced his self from this life to seize the dead Zu Yuan's body!

And the wronged soul who had drifted through the endless void finally gained control of his own body!

As Ling Feng stood there, his cultivation kept climbing, surging from the third level of nascent soul to the ninth in an instant.

In the next moment, he broke straight through to soul departure. Only then did his cultivation stop rising.

His aptitude had been good all along; it was merely his state of mind that had been too poor.

His daily accumulation, combined with the divine soul that had kept growing stronger in the endless void, had allowed Ling Feng to break through in an instant!

Ling Feng clenched his fists. Feeling his divine soul straining to emerge, he could not help but surge with excitement!

Since heaven has given me a chance to start over, this time I'll trample all those so-called geniuses beneath my feet!

Ling Feng's gaze turned cold and sinister. With a wave of his hand, earth filled the grave.

He took a wooden plank from the storage pouch at his waist and used his finger as a sword to carve into it:

"The site of Lin Feng's rebirth"

He had spent countless words persuading his self from this life to choose to seize Zu Yuan's body.

This way, not only could he live openly beneath the sun, but he would also have a presence in the darkest places.

From this moment on, there would be two Ling Fengs in this world.

One was Ling Feng, disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect's Sect Master; the other was Lin Feng, a remnant of the Devil Race!

Ling Feng laughed aloud. The longsword on his back hummed and flew straight out of its sheath. With a hawk-like somersault, he landed on the flying sword and sped toward the Azure Cloud Sect.

When night fell and no one was around, a hand reached out of the grave Ling Feng had dug!

The formerly dead Zu Yuan crawled out of the grave. Upon seeing the words carved into the marker, a bloodthirsty smile spread across his face, which was covered in devil markings.

"Lin Feng? That really is a fine name!"

The devil nascent soul that had died in his dantian formed anew. Feeling the boundless potential within his body, Lin Feng wore an intoxicated expression.

So this is a genius's body? That Zu Yuan really was a fool!

Now all of this belongs to me, Lin Feng!

At the foot of Azure Cloud Peak, Hui Zhi, the Holy Son of Buddhism, sat beneath a tree in silent meditation, his face full of sorrow.

Suddenly, a seed landed on his head.

Hui Zhi gently opened his hand, and the Black Lotus Seed, which had flown over from somewhere unknown, settled quietly into his palm.