Awakening the system
Night.
Desolate Domain, Jun Prefecture.
Dark clouds packed the heavens, and darkness shrouded the horizon in every direction. Muffled thunder rumbled incessantly high above. Beneath the night sky, fierce winds howled and torrential rain poured.
Rumble-crack!
Lightning flashed and thunder crashed through the night, the world flickering ceaselessly between darkness and daylight, illuminating the surroundings from time to time.
Beneath the night sky.
A stretch of shattered ruins.
Here, mountain ranges had crumbled, towers had collapsed, and palaces had turned to dust. Cracks spread across the earth in every direction like a spiderweb, and severed limbs and arms lay scattered throughout the devastated ruins.
Torrential rain poured from the sky. Blood mingled with rainwater on the ground, its scarlet color staining this place of sorrow and death.
"Ah! No! Stop!"
Suddenly, amid the lightning and thunder of the night, a pained roar filled with terror and fury rang out from the ruins, the heaps of corpses, and the pools of blood.
As the voice rang out.
A blood-red figure abruptly sat bolt upright amid the corpses in a pool of blood. His entire body was stained red, leaving only a pair of bloodshot eyes clearly visible, seemingly filled with endless agony and remorse!
His fists clenched tight.
His nails dug deep into his flesh.
The scarlet figure seemed utterly unaware of any pain. As his bloodshot eyes took in the endless pools of blood and heaps of corpses around him, he felt only his heart repeatedly contracting, convulsing, trembling!
Mutilated corpses and bloody bones covered the ground!
They filled the courtyards!
They filled the corridors!
They filled the towers and palaces, too!
The old, the young, women and children, children of three and five-mutilated corpses, bloody bones, and severed arms covered the ground. Body after mutilated body lay in pools of blood, heads separated from bodies, souls annihilated, their blood staining the earth!
A tragedy of the mortal world!
A blood-soaked purgatory!
These... were all his kin!
Looking at the heaps of corpses and bloody bones strewn throughout the Jun Clan, Jun Wudao sank into endless agony. Killing intent flooded his bloodshot eyes, and a furious roar exploded through heaven and earth:
"Ah!!!!"
"Su Fan!"
"I want you dead!!!!"
Jun Wudao, the young master of the Jun Clan, one of the Desolate Domain's five supreme powers, had reached the great perfection of the Soul Infant Realm, the eighth realm of mortal transcendence, at just twenty years old. He was hailed as an unparalleled heavenly prodigy the Desolate Domain had not seen in a hundred thousand years!
The Jun Clan, the foremost aristocratic clan in the Desolate Domain, stood alongside the Star Divine Hall, Half-Moon Mountain Manor, Earth Demon Cave, and Sword Repository Pavilion. Countless cultivators of the Desolate Domain called them the five pinnacle powers!
Yet this was not the whole of Jun Wudao's background. This could only be considered his second life. That was right! His second life! Jun Wudao was also one of the great army of transmigrators.
In his first life, he had been an office worker on Blue Star. While admiring beautiful women on the street, he had inexplicably been struck on the crown of his head by a bolt of heavenly lightning. When Jun Wudao woke again, he had already arrived in this world and become a little baby in his mother's womb.
On the day of his birth.
Auspicious clouds and radiant colors spread thirty thousand li around the Jun Clan.
Countless powers across the Desolate Domain were astounded.
The eight realms of mortal transcendence: Body Tempering, Meridian Opening, Aperture Opening, Palace Opening, Spirit Gathering, Nirvana, Core Formation, and Soul Infant!
Jun Wudao had not disappointed anyone either. In just twenty years, he had cultivated to the perfection of the Soul Infant Realm, the eighth realm of mortal transcendence, and stood only half a step away from entering the domain of spirit transformation!
Such extraordinary talent.
Had not been seen in the Desolate Domain for a hundred thousand years.
Countless powers seeking ties with Jun Wudao came to the Jun Clan, hoping to marry the heavenly daughters of their sects and clans to him. Naturally, the Jun Clan welcomed this, and ultimately arranged his engagement to Jiang Xueyi, the divine maiden of the Star Divine Sect, another of the Desolate Domain's five supreme powers.
But who could have known.
Just one year ago.
On the day Jun Wudao and Jiang Xueyi were to marry.
A wild brat at the great perfection of Nirvana had suddenly appeared from nowhere and stolen Jun Wudao's bride before countless powers from across the Desolate Domain.
What was infuriating was...
He had actually succeeded!
Not only had he swept away with Jiang Xueyi before the eyes of people from countless powers across the Desolate Domain, but he had also made Jun Wudao and the entire Jun Clan lose every shred of face.
Such humiliation!
Naturally, Jun Wudao and the Jun Clan could not swallow it. They dispatched countless Nirvana Realm and Core Condensation Realm disciples, along with Soul Infant Realm and Divine Body Realm elders, to hunt down that Nirvana Realm brat.
But who could have known that even such a force would still fail to kill him? He escaped successfully every time, and whenever they tracked him down again, his cultivation had somehow suddenly grown several times stronger! It was truly bizarre!
After several consecutive months of pursuit, not only had they failed to kill him, but countless Jun Clan elders and disciples had been killed or injured instead!
Half a year ago, Jun Wudao had finally reached the end of his patience and personally led countless Jun Clan experts to hunt down that brat.
Yet the outcome remained the same as before. That brat was like an unkillable cockroach, escaping time after time!
This familiar plot finally made Jun Wudao realize something was wrong. Son of fortune! Those scorching words involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
With those words appearing in his mind, how could Jun Wudao not understand the gravity of the situation?
How could he dare let him keep growing like this?
Thus, Jun Wudao immediately returned to his clan and asked their ancestor, who was at the middle stage of the Divine Soul Realm, the third realm of spirit transformation, to take action and send that brat into reincarnation with a single strike!
Unfortunately, good though the idea was, things had not gone as he wished!
Even after their ancestor spent over half a year hunting him, he still failed to kill him. Instead, the brat only grew stronger and stronger!
Then, several days ago, that brat broke through to the early stage of Divine Power, the second realm of spirit transformation, and descended upon the Jun Clan for revenge with a force that could burn the heavens.
The three-day battle.
Shook the entire Desolate Domain.
The Jun Clan's ancestral grounds were reduced to rubble in the fighting.
And there was not the slightest surprise in the outcome of this battle. The entire Jun Clan was exterminated, with not a single survivor!
A cold, merciless sword pierced Jun Wudao's chest. Blood stained his long robes, and he collapsed into a pool of blood.
As a member of the great army of transmigrators, only at the moment of his death did Jun Wudao learn that he was not the legendary son of fortune!
He was merely an insignificant minor villain on the son of fortune's path of growth!
"Transmigration! Son of fortune! Minor villain! My entire clan exterminated! Heh heh... had my fate... been mapped out by the heavens long ago?"
"A stepping stone for the son of fortune, a plaything in the palm of the heavens?"
Lightning still flashed and thunder still roared across the heavens, and torrential rain continued to pour. Jun Wudao looked up at the sky and mocked himself, his voice carrying resentment, grief, helplessness, and unwillingness to accept it.
Jun Wudao sat amid the corpses in a pool of blood, looking at the bones and severed arms littering the Jun Clan, where blood flowed in rivers. His expression was utterly vacant, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were lifeless, as though he were a walking corpse.
Drip!
Drip!
Tears of blood fell.
"Ancestor! Grandfather! Father! Mother..."
"Ah!!!! Such a great clan, reduced to dust overnight! Su Fan! Heavens! You both deserve to die!"
Amid the heaps of corpses and pools of blood, Jun Wudao threw back his head and roared at the sky, his voice laden with endless killing intent and boundless fury!
Suddenly.
Ding! System activated! Ding! System loading! Ding! System loading complete! Ding! Beginning binding to master! Ding! True Self System successfully bound. The beginner gift pack has been delivered to the system space. Master, please check and claim it.