Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 1: The Crippled Beggar with a Broken Hand (Please read on, please vote!)
Ren Shaoyang woke up.

I was awakened by the intense pain.

He could feel himself being dragged along with great effort.

In a daze, I felt that everything around me was shaking.

His legs were raw and bleeding from the sharp stones on the ground, and his cheeks ached from the dry sandstorm.

I opened my eyes with great effort.

He glanced at the gloomy sky; the rolling, gathering dark clouds were like his failed thirty-plus years of life, pressing down on his heart.

"I...I'm dead, aren't I?" Ren Shaoyang thought to himself. "How am I here?"

Just then, the dragging stopped.

A pair of small hands wrapped around him, and with a muffled groan, she lifted him up and dragged him step by step into the house, placing him on the pile of straw on the ground.

Ren Shaoyang's legs started to hurt again from the violent jolting. He touched them and looked dejected.

"Oh no, those legs are probably broken!"

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt hot breath coming out of his ear.

He tilted his head slightly and opened his eyes again with difficulty.

I was taken aback at first, then looked at it more closely.

I was immediately startled and my eyes widened!

It was simply because someone was lying next to me.

A strong, muscular man.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a large nose; short, jet-black hair that exudes a heroic air.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it seems, yet the stranger it appears.

"Holy crap!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in shock, "Isn't this the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon?"

Before he could even confirm it, he felt another wave of dizziness and fainted.

Before he passed away, he still sighed, "The rooftop is really crowded. Are even big stars vying with me to be reborn?"
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When he opened his eyes again, it was noon the next day.

The intense sunlight made his vision go black for a moment.

Along with it came a musty and rotten smell.

Oh, and there's the stench of pig manure.

Ren Shaoyang looked up and saw rats scurrying around on the roof, seemingly not afraid of people at all.

He instinctively tried to sit up, but the intense pain in his legs and the feeling of weakness prevented him from making any big movements.

Ren Shaoyang felt that his thigh bone was broken in several places, and there were several stiff and unfeeling areas. He felt a pang of sadness: "It really is true that the old saying goes, 'A rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds its way to the unfortunate!'"

Thinking of this, my bitter smile almost turned into tears.

"Bang!"

A dilapidated wooden door was suddenly flung open by a figure rushing towards him.

Before he even got close, Ren Shaoyang could smell a strong, sour odor, along with the smell of herbs.

Upon closer inspection, it was a disheveled child in tattered clothes, holding a broken bowl in his dirty hands, filled with sticky herbs.

Upon seeing him get up, the little beggar quickly went over to help Ren Shaoyang lie down, then grabbed some herbs from the bowl and applied them to his legs.

"Here~" Ren Shaoyang endured the pain and watched as the little beggar busily applied medicine to the "big star" next to him, and couldn't help but ask, "Where?"

While applying medicine to the young man who looked like a celebrity, the beggar casually replied in a strange tone, "This is Dripping Cliff."

Ren Shaoyang didn't know where Dripping Cliff was, but a sense of clarity washed over him.

I've traveled through time.

Because he was from Yanjing (modern-day Beijing) and had never been to this northwestern region before.

As for why he committed suicide?

She was terminally ill, and after her heartless departure, how could she possibly burden her family any further, especially with her parents weeping in despair?

Ren Shaoyang was not lacking in the courage to face hardship, nor was he lacking in the composure to face death.

The sudden restart and being transported to a strange place filled him with a mix of surprise and apprehension.

He turned his gaze to the young man.

Most of them stared intently at his empty right arm, from which thick, sticky blood was dripping.

A man with a missing arm, bearing the likeness of a celebrity, was unconscious, his left hand still tightly gripping a broken knife.
"hiss"

Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but gasp.

Having been battling a terminal illness for years, he has been bedridden and, while fighting the disease, hasn't done much else, but he has watched a lot of movies.

This face, this scene, this severed right arm and the broken knife in his hand—all reveal what kind of world this is.

Swordbreaker!
Yes, that's the world without rules, without humanity, that hysterically destroys and ruins everything from beginning to end.

Ren Shaoyang slowly exhaled, feeling as if fate had played a cruel joke on him.

He was a terminally ill, deadbeat, and now he's even lost his leg. He's somehow transmigrated into such a vicious world.

The bandits, hunters, and dragons here—aren't they all man-eating monsters? Killing people in the street is commonplace for them.

Its danger level is even greater than that of northern Myanmar!

Wait, bandits?
"broken!"

Ren Shaoyang's face turned pale, and fear flickered in his eyes.

"According to the plot, the bandits under 'Da Tian Er' will arrive here soon."

The more Ren Shaoyang thought about it, the colder he felt, and a bead of sweat broke out on his back.

Although in the movie, the protagonist and the beggar didn't die in the end, they were just beaten up by bandits, had their pigs taken away, and their house burned down.

But movies are movies after all; the protagonists have incredible luck and don't follow any logic.
But what about reality?
The reality is that I and Ding'an, both crippled, will probably be dragged to death by horses, tortured to death, and then hollowed out, leaving only skin and bones!

As for the little beggar, being a young girl, her fate would be even more tragic!
"What should I do? What should I do?"

Ren Shaoyang became increasingly panicked as he thought about it, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He struggled to get up, but the intense pain in his legs brought him back to reality.

"Oh no, I can't move at all!"

Ren Shaoyang felt increasingly desperate. From new life to despair, it had all happened in just one day, so fast it was almost unbelievable.

He watched as the little beggar was being given medicine.

Of the three people in the room, she is now the only one who is still alive.

"Fine, since I can't escape anyway."

Ren Shaoyang seemed to have made up his mind and called out, "Hey, little beggar!"

"Huh?" The little beggar turned around blankly after administering the medicine.

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Was the village next door looted by bandits a few days ago?"

The little beggar nodded hurriedly: "Yes, he died a terrible death."

Sure enough. The bandits were nearby!
Ren Shaoyang paused for a moment, then continued, "Before I fell off the cliff, I heard that bandits were coming!"

Upon hearing the word "bandits," the little beggar jumped in fright: "The bandits are coming?"

“That’s right.” Ren Shaoyang closed his eyes. “You should know better than me that bandits kill without blinking an eye. You should leave now.”

"But, but!" the little beggar cried out anxiously, jumping up and down, "My pig!"

"Life is hard enough as it is, why bother with pigs?" Ren Shaoyang opened his eyes and sighed. "Take care of yourself first."

"What about you and him?" The little beggar hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What will you do if I leave?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "One of us is a cripple, and the other is unconscious. How are you going to take us with you?"

"But you will die!"

"Let fate decide!"

Ren Shaoyang felt weak all over and didn't want to talk much. He closed his eyes to rest, then slowly said, "While there's still time, you..."

"The bandits haven't come yet!" the little beggar shouted anxiously. "I'll lead you to a place to hide!"

As she spoke, she stepped forward to pick up Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang said helplessly, "We are not related. I told you that the bandits were coming as a way of repaying a debt of gratitude. You can run away. Why do you have to seek death?"

The little beggar seemed not to have thought about such a question at all. He just said "Oh" and continued to pick him up and drag him outside.

There's no escaping it.

"You can dodge it!"

The little beggar gritted his teeth and dragged him with all his might.

Just then, thunder and lightning roared outside, and a fierce storm raged.

The shining white light illuminated Ren Shaoyang's helpless face, the little beggar's stubborn, dark face, and Ding An's tightly furrowed brows as he fainted.

A gust of wind blew through the dilapidated house, its chilling force causing all three to shiver.

Another flash of lightning, and the little beggar seemed to trip over something, letting out a cry of "Ouch!" before rushing ahead.

With a loud crack, the impact actually created a hole in the wall!
Ren Shaoyang was also thrown to the ground, landing on the back of his head, and rolled around in pain, clutching his head.

The little beggar had a large bump on his forehead and couldn't stop groaning, but before he could cry out in pain, he suddenly stopped just as he was about to get up.

She reached her hand into the wall, and when she pulled it out, she had a book in her hand!
The little beggar stared blankly at the scroll, lost in thought.

Similarly, Ren Shaoyang also stopped rolling around and became stunned.

But no one could see that a few lines of small text appeared before his eyes.

Life is a long journey, a voyage across a sea of ​​suffering. You were just one of the masses, ordinary and unremarkable, yet you were struck by a terminal illness and tormented by it all. Your desperate leap before death was both a choice to help your family escape their predicament and, in a way, a silent punch to the cruel hand of fate.

Now stranded in another world, this is yet another tribulation. Is it a mockery from heaven, or the beginning of bloodshed and fire? If so, why not give you a chance to fight back?

[Ding! You have discovered a martial arts manual of "sufficiently powerful" quality in this world!]

[Initial Reward: Spiritual Retrospection, gaining access to a peerless divine skill of the 'Admired by All' grade, passed down through the ages!]

[The Great Vajra's Divine Power!]

(End of this chapter)