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Evil Emperor of the Seven Realms
墨書 Inktalez
The night was desolate.
In the Outer Gate Mountain Region of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, on an inconspicuous peak, darkness enveloped everything.
Only a wooden cabin emitted a faint candlelight.
At that moment, a sigh echoed from within the cabin.
"I've failed again. Why is it so difficult to break through to the Channeling Realm?"
A slender boy gazed at his reddened hands, bitterness lacing his words.
The boy worked hard, far more than the average Outer Sect Disciple, putting in a hundred times the effort.
Yet, his cultivation talent seemed too weak. Despite his relentless dedication, he had only reached the Second Layer of Meridian Realm.
The Sect had a rule: if one could not reach the Threefold Realm of Meridian Opening before turning fifteen, they would have to pack their things and leave.
Only one month remained until his fifteenth birthday.
If he couldn't break through to the Threefold Realm of Meridian Opening before then, he would face another period of homelessness.
Why say "another"?
The boy, Qin Tian, was originally the prince of Northern Yan. At twelve years old, he led troops into battle with almost no defeats.
However, a catastrophic disaster descended upon him.
In the blink of an eye, Northern Yan fell. If it weren't for his father and the Queen Mother fighting desperately to protect him, the young Qin Tian would have perished in that war long ago.
Afterward, he dedicated himself to training and became a disciple of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect. For the slim chance of revenge, he rose at dawn every day to practice and returned home only late at night to sleep.
Even after exerting efforts a hundred times greater than ordinary people, it took him nearly three years to break through to the second level of Cultivation.
"I won't accept this!"
Qin Tian shouted to the heavens, his voice filled with sorrow beneath the flickering flames.
After stabilizing his emotions, he stood up and walked out of the wooden house, making his way to the peak of the mountain. Facing the chilling night wind, he swung his fists with all his might.
Tiger Roar Fist!
An ordinary technique from the Outer Sect, yet despite three years of hard training, Qin Tian had only managed to reach the Minor Achievement stage, unable to make any further progress.
In the world of martial arts, there are five levels of cultivation.
Initial Entry, Minor Achievement, Major Achievement, Peak, and Perfection.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the darkness of night, Qin Tian's figure appeared solitary and desolate as his fists relentlessly struck the air.
The crisp sounds of explosions echoed from time to time, seemingly responding to the boy's resilience.
With each punch he threw, a small amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy rapidly flowed into his Dantian.
Yet, it inexplicably dissipated once more.
"Why is it like this again? Why?"
Qin Tian finally could no longer hold on, kneeling on the ground and crying out to the heavens.
It wasn't that he was mentally weak; anyone in his situation would likely feel the same way.
Logically speaking, given his level of effort, even the most foolish person wouldn't remain at the Second Layer of Meridian Realm after so many years.
The reason preventing him from stepping into a higher realm was that the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy would vanish inexplicably whenever it gathered in his Dantian.
For so many years, it had always been this way, and he couldn't find a reason!
"I can't give up. The people of Northern Yan are watching me from the shadows. My father and Queen Mother are cheering for me from beyond! I cannot lose; I cannot fall. If one punch doesn't work, then I'll throw ten punches. If ten punches don't work, then I'll throw a hundred punches."
The resolve in the boy's heart had become as solid as rock through countless setbacks over the years.
Wiping away his hot tears, he once again immersed himself in arduous training.
"Brother Tian."
In the darkness of night, a sigh escaped from one person.
This was a figure of similar age to Qin Tian, dressed in white—Shen Tianming. He was the only friend Qin Tian had in the Outer Sect. The other Outer Sect Disciples looked at Qin Tian with disdain and mockery, but Shen Tianming understood his struggles and genuinely cared for him.
He knew that this was not the time for comfort, so he quietly sat beside Qin Tian under the night sky, guarding him.
Just then, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.
As the rain fell heavily, it concealed Qin Tian's frail figure.
Shen Tianming was somewhat taken aback and wanted to call Qin Tian back to rest.
However, at that moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly roared from the edge of the sky, striking down towards the peak of the mountain where Qin Tian was lost in his intense cultivation.
"Brother Tian!" Shen Tianming exclaimed in alarm. Concerned for Qin Tian, he disregarded the pouring rain and the imminent danger of falling lightning as he rushed towards Qin Tian's direction.
But the lightning came too quickly; before he could take more than a few steps, it struck Qin Tian in an instant, catching even Qin Tian off guard.
Hearing Shen Tianming's shout, many people pushed open their doors and looked towards the mountain peak shrouded in rain.
"What just happened?"
"I don't know. I think I heard Shen Tianming's voice. Could something have happened to Qin Tian?"
"Haha, it seems even heaven can't stand him anymore; it's going to strike him down!"
"Indeed, our Xuan Yang Sword Sect has stood for thousands of years, and I've never heard of anyone who practices day and night, waking at dawn and sleeping late, yet fails to break through to the third level of the Meridian Opening after three years. Such uselessness is something even the heavens cannot tolerate."
Many people sneered, finding amusement in the situation, but none were willing to step forward to check on Qin Tian.
...
"Brother Tian, you're awake?"
Hearing the familiar voice beside him, Qin Tian slowly opened his eyes to see Shen Tianming's familiar face.
"I'm awake!"
Qin Tian sat up abruptly, clutching his still aching head.
"You've been unconscious for a whole day and night. You scared me! If something happened to you, how could I live with myself?"
Shen Tianming said with a wry smile, clearly concerned.
"A day and a night?"
Qin Tian was taken aback, not realizing so much time had passed.
"You're fine now. Don't worry; I've already taken care of the tasks you needed to do."
As an Outer Sect Disciple, he had to complete tasks assigned by the Sect every day to earn meager Merit Points, which could then be exchanged for pills to enhance his Cultivation.
"Well, Tianming, you should hurry back! Don't worry, I'm tough and lucky. You've worked hard for me today."
Qin Tian quickly pushed Shen Tianming out of the door, urging him to return. He had worried too much while Qin Tian was unconscious; he needed to rest.
After closing the door, Qin Tian looked down at his body and found nothing unusual.
That night during his training, there had been a sudden storm with thunder and lightning, and he had been struck by one of the bolts.
If that had been all, it would have been fine.
He vaguely remembered that within that lightning, there was a powerful force he had never encountered before. That power seemed to surpass any strong individual he had ever seen in his life.
He never expected to survive such an event.
"It seems even heaven has pity on me!"
Qin Tian forced a bitter smile and looked up at the wall outside.
The moon was bright and the stars sparse; it was already deep into the night.
"It's not too late; I can continue my training."
Just as Qin Tian was about to step outside, he suddenly realized something was off.
He was inside a room without windows, and the door had been closed by him. How could he possibly see the moon and stars outside?
Such vision required at least stepping into the Qi Control Realm, where one could project their energy through their eyes to penetrate walls and see the world outside.
What had happened to his own eyes?
Noticing something unusual, Qin Tian quickly directed his consciousness toward his eyes.
However, to his surprise, this thread of consciousness vanished the moment it touched his right eye. Then, with his consciousness, Qin Tian discovered that within his right eye lay a peculiar world.
"Where is this?" In a state of panic, Qin Tian felt every hair on his body stand on end.
Before him was a bloody world filled with severed limbs and broken swords, burying the sky above.
It seemed that a cataclysmic battle had once taken place here.
At that moment, a voice filled with sorrow slowly echoed from the end of time.
"Primordial Gods are all lonely; I wield a sword against the heavens."
Upon hearing these words, Qin Tian's consciousness nearly shattered; it felt as if the speaker had deliberately crafted this moment.
"In the Primeval heavens, amidst countless Heavenly Pride, not a single person can inherit my legacy. Just when I had lost all hope, today I encounter a fated individual. This Martial God Inheritance shall be bestowed upon you; carry forth my teachings and defy the heavens to slay the immortals. Three thousand epochs from now, you shall be the next Ancient Martial God."
Then, Qin Tian's consciousness could no longer hold on, and the world before him shattered.
When he opened his eyes, Qin Tian realized he was drenched in sweat, his body weakened to its limits. It seemed that merely hearing those two sentences had already pushed him to his breaking point.
"Ah, my eyes."
Qin Tian finally realized what was happening as he covered his stinging right eye, where blood was slowly trickling down.
"Is my eye going to go blind?"
He released his hand from his eye and struggled to open it, only to find that the world before him had suddenly changed. Delicate strands of various colors of spiritual energy swirled around him.
These were the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy that others could not see.
At this moment, they were all laid bare before Qin Tian.
Taking a bronze mirror, he clearly saw that within his right eye, a second pupil was faintly emerging.
Double Pupil!
It was said that those born with a Double Pupil were destined for greatness, destined to become the pinnacle of existence between heaven and earth.
He never expected that one day he would also possess a Double Pupil.
However, this second pupil faded away almost as soon as it appeared, ultimately vanishing without a trace.
As the second pupil disappeared, the pain in Qin Tian's right eye also dissipated.
"It seems that this second pupil requires a certain cost to summon."
After understanding all of this, a surge of excitement welled up within Qin Tian.
"Could it be that my time of fortune has finally arrived? I just don't know what kind of world lies within this right eye. Will it bring me blessings or calamity? I must keep this a secret; I cannot tell anyone!"
His cultivation was still too weak. If he revealed his secret too early, it would surely invite disaster.
Though young, Qin Tian understood the principle that a common man is innocent, but possessing a precious gem can lead to trouble.
Taking advantage of the deep night, Qin Tian stepped out once more to practice the Tiger Roar Fist.
Only by working harder than others could he become someone extraordinary.
Seeing Qin Tian still putting in the effort, Shen Tianming sighed from within the house, "Why can't Brother Huo break through to the Threefold Realm of Meridian Opening despite working so hard? Truly, heaven is jealous of exceptional talent!"
With each punch Qin Tian threw, various colors of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy began to surge into his Dantian like never before.
The speed was much faster than before.
Moreover, and more importantly, this time, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy did not mysteriously vanish.
Instead, it genuinely condensed within his Dantian, continuously enhancing his strength.
This was a miracle that Qin Tian had never even dared to imagine before; now it had become a reality.
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