Chapter One: I Want to Become Stronger!
"The boundless Primordial Realm, vast and endless, there exists the Nine Netherworld Winds that rend the heavens and earth. Celestial and terrestrial fires burn for an eternity, and even the streaks of the Heavenly Ice River traverse the entire realm. The Everlasting Sacred Rocks spread across all eternity. In this grand realm, the Three Thousand Upper Clans, the Million Mid Clans, and the Billion Lower Clans, together with countless Last Clans, are like stars scattered across the universe, constantly competing for supremacy."
"In ancient times, our human clan was but a branch among the countless Last Clans. The Demon Clan from outside the realm descended upon our Chaos Continent. The human clan, without an emperor, was unable to resist, becoming food for the Demon Clan. Despite the oppression, the human clan did not yield. After a hundred thousand years of resistance, one finally managed to attain the Heavenly Emperor status, fought against the Demon Emperor ten days and nights and finally drove the Demon Clan out. Afterwards, twelve more prodigies from the human clan became emperors, allowing the human clan to ascend to Lower Clans."
"In the times of yore, the Demon Clan, aligned with the outside Corpse Demon Clan, Ghost-eating Clan, Star-moon Monster Clan, Netherworld Evil Clan, and other eleven clans, returned with force. The powerful Demon Clan led to consecutive losses of human clan's Heavenly Emperors in the war. At the critical juncture, to preserve the human clan, the remaining eight Heavenly Emperors burned their lives to seal a radius of millions of kilometers in the Chaos Continent, blocking off the Demon Clans for a hundred thousand years and allowing the human clan to recuperate. But, in doing so, the human clan fell again to the status of the Last Clans."
"Fast forward to today, a hundred thousand years later. Although our human clan has once again returned as Lower Clans, we still recall the time when we excessively consumed our spiritual energy, leading to the still sparse spiritual energy in the Chaos Continent. Up till now, we have only managed to produce four Heavenly Emperors, no one has managed to break through the Emperor Realm to reach a higher realm... The seal that protects us is about to weaken and if the Demon clans were to attack us again with our current strength, the consequences would be unthinkable."
"... This is the history of our human clan. Although you are only serving as miscellaneous tasks for our Fire Spirit Sect, you should also be aware of the hard-fought peace of the present era!"
In the vast Primordial Realm, on the Chaos Continent, in the Firelands, in Southflame Province, inside the martial hall of the Fire Spirit Sect, a middle-aged man proudly stood on the eastern stage, looking down at thousands below, and speaking loud and clear.
As a manager of the Fire Spirit Sect, he held a lofty position. Even the regular outer disciples had to bow respectfully when they met him. Today, he was tasked with sharing the historical knowledge with these outer disciples who had poor cultivation aptitude. He naturally did not have a good expression.
However, this was his duty. Even if unwilling, he had to bear with it and proceed.
"Of course, as far as these matters are concerned, you only need to have a basic understanding. You shouldn't unnecessarily worry. Even if the Demon clans really attack, there would be strong people from our human clan to resist..." The middle-aged manager glanced at everyone, not hiding his disdain: "As for you, just do your duty. Clean every corner of our Fire Spirit Sect thoroughly and neatly!"
Upon hearing this, chatter began among the thousands below and each face showed varying degrees of grief, helplessness, pain, numbness, and other expressions.
However, although they felt aggrieved, they had accepted their fate. They were resigned to their insignificance within the Fire Spirit Sect. After all, they lacked powerful cultivation talent and there was no strong, cultivating family to rely on.
At this moment, in a certain inconspicuous corner of the crowd, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old sat cross-legged, red-faced with anger.
"Damn it! Just because I have transmigrated doesn't mean I have to be subjugated! This is so unfair!"
Sitting next to him was a chubby boy, almost shaped like a ball. He was used to Yun Fan's 'nonsense', and wasn't surprised. He moved his round face closer and whispered, "Yun Fan, just accept it. Though our status as chores apprentices in the Fire Spirit Sect is somewhat low, outside the sect, we are still considered somewhat privileged. Do you know that my family paid a great price and bribed the chores administrators just to barely get me in?"
Listening to the fat boy pouring cold water on him, Yun Fan glared at him irritably. If it were not for the fact that the former was his roommate and had generously bailed him out numerous times over the past three months, he would certainly have beaten this pudgy boy into a pig's head, yes, an even rounder pig's head!
Indeed, three months ago, Yun Fan's soul crossed over into this parallel world, residing in a nominal disciple of the Fire Spirit Sect, who was also named Yun Fan.
If he had just crossed over into this fantasy world, it would have been fine. After all, Yun Fan was an orphan in his previous life, without any concerns. Moreover, he particularly enjoys reading fantasy novels—he had read almost all of the fantasy novels in his previous life. He always dreamed that one day he could go to a fantasy world himself, become a powerful being within that world, and feel the exhilaration of changing the world with a wave of his hand, having beautiful women, and creating an unsurpassable empire.
However, it seemed like heaven played a joke on him—he did cross over, but things didn’t seem as good as he imagined.
"Where’s my cheat code? Where’s my golden finger? Where’s my system?" Yun Fan shouted countless times in his heart.
The former him was a typical homebody. He had no advantages other than reading a large number of fantasy novels, which made it difficult for him to navigate in this fantasy world.
Forget about being a powerful being and overlooking all beings, even having enough to eat was a problem. In the three months since he crossed over, if it were not for the fat boy saving him, he would probably have starved to death.
This was a world where the powerful were revered. The Fire Spirit Sect would not raise a useless servant for nothing. Eating, cultivation methods, magic treasures, elixirs, and a series of things all needed to be purchased with contribution points or spirit stones.
In this place, if you have plenty of spirit stones and contribution points, you can even eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow, and you can exchange for top-tier cultivation methods from the Hidden Skill Pavilion. If you don’t, not only will you not be able to cultivate, even if you starve to death no one will care.
After being here for three months, Yun Fan profoundly realized that surviving in this fantasy world is far more difficult than in his previous world.
In his former world, there were human rights, equality, respect for the elderly, love for the young, and helping the weak. In this world, it was purely a world where the powerful are supreme, and power reigns supreme!
The mighty could dominate a region, with no one daring to defy their will—mere anger could cause upheaval in the winds and clouds, rupturing rivers and mountains. Any ridiculously beautiful woman they wanted, they could have.
Yun Fan listened to the fat boy say that there was a powerful being of unknown strength, who went to a certain family to demand a quite attractive girl. That family refused, but who would have thought when the powerful being got angry, he wiped out the entire family. When leaving, he stood in mid-air, slapped a palm down, and a roaring fire dragon formed from the terrifying fire blast. It turned the entire city into a sea of fire.
This kind of story, the fat boy has told many, and although Yun Fan was somewhat dissatisfied with the domineering actions of the powerful being, the atmosphere of ruling everything was enough to make Yun Fan's blood boil.
"This is indeed the life I, Yun Fan, should have!" Yun Fan couldn't control himself, shouting hysterically.
"Silence!"
As soon as Yun Fan made a sound, a middle-aged steward on stage uttered a low growl, the sound was so loud that it caused the entire roof to hum, causing everyone in the audience to sting with a headache.
This voice was directed at Yun Fan, who naturally heard it even more clearly, as it shook his mind to the brink of explosion.
At the same time, in Yun Fan's mind, it seemed as if a golden gate was quietly opened....
Before Yun Fan could come back to his senses, he heard a mechanical metallic voice in his mind.
"Activation of the fantasy reading system successful, beginning bonding..."
"Binding successful!"
