Ling Ning opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't want to know. The mountain rain hit his body indiscriminately, and he only felt a biting coldness all over his body. This was the first time he felt cold since he started practicing.

He stared blankly at the dark sky. He didn't know why it had become like this. Yesterday he was the proud son of heaven, but now he has become a useless person. He is not Ling Yuan's biological son, and he doesn't even know his own.

Life experience, now he just wants to die.

He woke up and fell asleep like this. As the day dawned and darkened, he could feel a wild beast stopping next to him, and then blowing hot breath from his nostrils on his face. He could feel the tingling in his limbs and the presence of maggots.

It was corroding his body, he didn't care, he didn't care at all, he just wondered why he wasn't dead yet.

He had many dreams, from childhood to youth, from toddler to sword practice... Countless memory fragments flashed in his dreams, and every small fragment had Ling Yuan's figure... Countless memories came flooding back.

In his heart, he was ashamed, he blamed himself, he was angry, he hated... countless emotions eventually turned into helplessness.

He is already a cripple, the meridians all over his body have been shattered and he cannot move. Now he can only wait to die.

After an unknown period of time, it began to rain lightly again, but this time the rain suddenly stopped. A stone sword floated quietly in front of him, which was the "mother's relic".

"Isn't the stone sword broken? Why? Why is it intact? What's the use of your showing up now? My father is dead and my cultivation is useless, so what's the use of your showing up now?"

Ling Ning closed his eyes, he just wanted to die now.

I don’t know how long it took, but the dark clouds dispersed and the moon quietly climbed into the sky.

Ling Ning felt a light in front of his eyes. He opened his eyes and saw the stone sword emitting a faint blue light under the moonlight. He blinked and saw a little man sitting on the stone sword!

She is about the size of a thumb, wearing a long black dress, with long hair reaching her calves, and her facial features are as delicate as a masterpiece shaped by the gods themselves. This little girl-like being is staring blankly at the moonlight, not knowing what she is thinking.

Ling Ning wanted to speak, but found that her throat could no longer make a sound, and she could only moan like a beast.

The little girl as big as a thumb was touched by the voice and looked down at Ling Ning. Her beauty was suffocating, but her dark eyes were also suffocatingly cold.

Ling Ning's breath paused, as if time had stopped.

"Are you awake?"

The cold voice, like fairy music, seemed to be falling from the sky.

Ling Ning's throat could not make any sound, and she could only make a gasping sound of "ho ho".

"You don't have to speak, you just need to tell me, do you... want revenge?"

Ling Ning couldn't make a sound, but his eyes lit up.

"Haha, very good, your eyes are very good, then, let's make a deal."

The next moment, Ling Ning seemed to have fallen into thick black ink. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly found himself in a strange space. The wounds on his body miraculously healed, but he could not feel the real pain in his body.

Yuan.

There was silence and darkness all around, and under his feet was a mirror-like lake, which rippled as he walked. A dim golden light shone down from directly above, and the most eye-catching thing was a dark, closed giant in front of him.

Door.

"This is the 'source space'. You don't need to ask me what I mean, and I won't explain it to you."

Ling Ning turned around and saw a graceful girl floating in the air. She had a beautiful face and looked similar to the thumb girl. She was obviously what the little girl would look like when she grew up.

"You...who are you?"

"'Palace Master'."

"Princess?"

"Hmph, he is the palace lord of the 'Lord of the First Palace'!"

"The Lord of the First Palace? Are you a senior of which sect?"

"You don't need to ask me, because I can't remember it either."

The palace owner's eyes were empty. She stared at the dark door and said slowly: "This palace can make you reborn, but you have to push open this door."

"Door?"

Ling Ning was filled with doubts. He walked to the door and pressed his hands on the huge dark door. His hands felt cold.

"I know you have many questions. Open this door. Maybe... maybe I can think of something..."

Ling Ning used her palms hard and started to push the door, but the door didn't move at all.
Chapter completed!