Starting Off with a Supreme Emperor Scripture

Eastern Desolation.

Myriad Phenomena City, the Spirit King's Manor.

"Ling Yun, heir to the Spirit King, has lost his chance at the immortal path due to the destruction of his dantian."

"Following deliberations among the elders, he is stripped of his status as heir!"

"However, in consideration of Ling Yun's past contributions to the Lineage, he shall go to the ancestral grounds on the rear mountain and guard the royal mausoleum, effective today."

A solemn, commanding voice rang throughout the grand hall, brooking no dispute as it casually pronounced judgment on the fate of the slender young man standing at its center.

Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes and looked around in bewilderment. The grand hall was packed with people, all wearing cold, solemn expressions, yet the looks in some of their eyes made their delight and schadenfreude plain to see.

Then a flood of memories surged into his mind, making Ling Yun understand what had happened.

I transmigrated!

Ling Yun stared at his surroundings in disbelief. He had never imagined that a plot he usually read about in novels would one day actually happen to him!

Not only had he transmigrated, but he had also arrived in a fantasy world filled with noble clans and countless sects!

Here, powerful cultivators could soar through the sky and burrow through the earth, travel freely through the heavens, burn mountains and boil seas with a raised hand, and sever mountains and cut off rivers with a single stroke of the sword!

The place where he now stood was Myriad Phenomena City, the capital of the Ling Kingdom, a dynasty in the southern part of the Eastern Desolation!

His former identity was that of the Spirit King's heir in the Spirit King's Manor, a relative of the reigning emperor.

Unfortunately, he had now been deposed.

Ling Yun inwardly lamented the loss.

The original Ling Yun had been the heir, a figure surrounded by a brilliant halo. At only sixteen, he had already broken through to the Essence Condensation Realm, possessing peerless talent within ten thousand li and boundless prospects!

Even Heaven and Earth Academy, renowned throughout the Eastern Desolation, had extended an olive branch to him, hoping to recruit him as a core disciple of its inner court.

Alas, storms could gather without warning.

Just a month ago, on his way to become a disciple at Heaven and Earth Academy, Ling Yun had been hunted by a terrifyingly powerful man in black for reasons unknown!

The man in black was formidable, and the gap in their strength was too great. Ling Yun was no match for him.

With his personal guards covering his retreat, he had fled for his life using his Essence Condensation Realm cultivation. After a day and a night, he had finally reached the outskirts of Myriad Phenomena City, at the emperor's very feet.

Seeing that Ling Yun was about to escape his pursuit, the man in black naturally refused to accept it. In the end, he recklessly used a secret technique to burn his life force, causing his strength to surge. With terrifying speed and power, he struck Ling Yun directly in the abdomen with his palm.

The terrifying palm strike sent Ling Yun flying a hundred zhang, and he fell to the ground, his fate unknown.

In the end, a commander of the imperial guards at the city gate tower sensed the fluctuations of battle at the gate and rushed over at once, saving Ling Yun.

Regrettably, the man in black's final palm strike had been vicious beyond measure. Though it had failed to take Ling Yun's life, it had destroyed his dantian, scattering his cultivation and dropping him to the Body Tempering Realm.

The once sought-after heir to the Spirit King, a man who was about to become a core disciple of Heaven and Earth Academy's inner court, had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of a valley overnight, becoming a complete and utter cripple.

The news swept through all of Myriad Phenomena City and even the Ling Kingdom like a hurricane.

Many were shocked and regretful, though quite a few gloated over his misfortune.

The reigning emperor flew into a rage. The Spirit King's heir, a member of the imperial family, had been hunted by a villain all the way to the emperor's feet. It was nothing less than trampling on the dignity of the Ling Kingdom's imperial family!

Yet the mysterious man had left no trace whatsoever and was clearly no ordinary person. The investigation came to nothing, and in the end, Ling Yun could only accept his fate.

Many began to speculate about who had wanted to murder Ling Yun, but the man in black's methods had been exceedingly covert, leaving them nowhere to start investigating for the time being.

Ling Yun stood in the grand hall in a daze, at a loss for words. Now that my cultivation is crippled, won't I fare worse than a dog in this world where human lives are worth less than grass?

Though his ruined cultivation was one reason he was being treated this way, the main reason was his father, the Spirit King.

Several years ago, the Spirit King had been attacked by an unknown venomous insect during an expedition to hunt demonic beasts and had fallen unconscious at once.

The manor had sought out every renowned physician in Myriad Phenomena City, but none could help. Even a senior alchemist from the palace had expended great effort only to barely keep him alive.

For the past few years, the Spirit King had spent almost all his time asleep, rarely waking. He was willing but powerless, and authority over the manor had long since fallen into the hands of the current Madam Wang.

Ling Yun was not her son, and his own mother, a consort, had died long ago. Madam Wang naturally would not favor him, and she had tripped him up at every turn.

Ling Yun strongly suspected that Madam Wang was single-handedly responsible for this assassination attempt!

But it was useless to dwell on any of that now.

Having lost his status as heir, he no longer had anyone in the manor who dared support him. Surely, once the uproar died down, it wouldn't be long before his dear younger brother ascended to the position of heir!

Now that his cultivation was crippled, he could only obediently do as he was told and follow the arrangement to guard the royal mausoleum.

Returning to his own courtyard, Ling Yun was still taken aback by its luxury.

It seemed the original owner really had lived well.

Ling Yun sighed inwardly.

Then he thought of the gloomy, sinister royal mausoleum, and his heart could not help but seize up.

What am I supposed to do?

He thought it over and over.

Suddenly!

A flash of inspiration struck Ling Yun, as though he had remembered something.

Weren't transmigrators supposed to have golden fingers of their own? He hurriedly looked at the ring on his hand, hoping to see whether an immortal-looking old grandpa lived inside it.

But after searching in the end, he could not help looking utterly disappointed.

He had nothing of the sort: no ordinary-looking rings, jade pendants, broken swords, or torn pages.

What am I going to do?

Ling Yun did not want to spend his whole life in the royal mausoleum, accomplishing nothing after transmigrating here.

No, he might not even last a lifetime; someone could secretly bump him off along the way!

But without a fortuitous opportunity, how could he even speak of cultivating anew? With his dantian shattered, only someone with immense magical power could reforge it. Such a person would have to be a supreme existence at least at the Creation Realm!

As far as he knew, the realms in this world were divided into Body Tempering, Qi Refinement, Essence Condensation, Core Formation, Primordial Spirit, Dao Palace, Grotto Heaven, Creation, Supreme, Saint, Quasi-Emperor, and Great Emperor.

The Creation Realm-how lofty a realm was that? The strongest person in the Ling Kingdom was only at the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Apart from having such an existence use immense magical power to reforge his dantian, the other path was to find a supreme treasure of heaven and earth that could restore it.

That was even less worth considering; it was rarer than the first option.

As he despaired, he suddenly sensed some power beyond the rules quietly descending.

Immediately afterward, a crisp electronic voice rang out in Ling Yun's mind.

[Ding! The host has encountered misfortune. Binding the All-Heavens Sign-In System!]

[Ding! The All-Heavens Sign-In System has been successfully bound!]

the electronic voice said jubilantly.

[Host: Ling Yun]

[Talent: Suppressing the ages with its might-the Immortal Physique of Myriad Daos! (Unawakened)]

[Cultivation: Body Tempering Realm]

[Divine abilities: Wind-Slaying Slash, Ten Thousand Layers of Saber Aura]

[Weapon: None]

"I actually forgot about the system?" Ling Yun stared in shock at the system panel that had appeared before him out of thin air.

His heart could not help but grow hot.

"What is this Immortal Physique of Myriad Daos? It sounds really badass."

Before he could say anything more, the system's voice sounded again.

[The host has one sign-in opportunity each day. There are no restrictions on location, and rewards are random.]

[You now have a transmigration gift pack available to open. Open it?]

Ling Yun was a little stunned by now, but how could he worry about all that? Somewhat excited, he said, "Open it!"

"Ding-congratulations to the host for obtaining the supreme emperor scripture, the Myriad Dao Immortal Scripture!"

"Ding-congratulations to the host for obtaining the Great Emperor inheritance of the four true Daos: arrays, artifacts, pills, and talismans!"

"Ding-congratulations to the host for obtaining one Primordial Immortal Pill!"

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