I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

In a dream.

Li Zizai found himself standing on a blood-red wasteland.

Blood-red rain was falling from the sky.

Before him were tens of thousands of black iron prison vans, filled with compatriots he had saved or failed to save.

The prison van drove toward a towering, enormous furnace in the distance.

Li Zizai gripped his knife, running desperately and slashing wildly.

But he couldn't cut those chains.

His blade struck the prison cart, only sending up a weak burst of sparks.

There was no sound around him, only his desperate gasps.

Suddenly, the crimson hue of the wasteland stopped surging.

A blue figure appeared abruptly in mid-air in the dream.

At first, the figure was somewhat blurry.

But just a moment later, the mist dissipated, and the newcomer revealed his true form without any concealment.

It was Su Yu!

In reality, with his cultivation level at the third level of Qi Refining, forcibly crossing the barrier of the soul and constructing the Dream Transmission Technique was simply a pipe dream in the cultivation world.

But Su Yu was not idle during those five years.

At the end of each cycle of reincarnation, the physical body perishes, even if you were a powerful being in your previous life.

Qualifications, cultivation level, family background, and even fortune will be completely reset in the next life.

Only a state of mind bound to the true spirit, and memories imprinted deep within the soul, are absolute treasures that can never be erased.

Therefore, relying on his extraordinary comprehension of 9999 points, Su Yu frantically deduced and created countless extremely special cultivation techniques and secret arts over the past five years.

This low-cost dream-inducing technique was one of the countless secret methods he prepared for his future reincarnations.

"Who?!"

Li Zizai suddenly stopped and gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

When he saw the face of the five-year-old child in mid-air, he was stunned.

During his daytime patrols of the camp and to comfort the refugees, he had caught a glimpse of the child being held in the old man's arms.

"You...you're one of the children from the blood tribute group during the day?!"

Li Zizai's face was filled with disbelief.

"it's me."

Su Yu calmly admitted it, his voice still carrying a childlike innocence, but his tone revealed a clear rationality.

"Although you fought very bravely in the canyon during the day."

"But unfortunately, your resistance won't change anything."

Su Yu sighed, without any emotion, simply stating a fact.

"You've robbed three thousand people today, and you can rob another three thousand tomorrow."

"But you can't save their lives."

"The rules of the demons remain, and so does the court of the Great Li Dynasty."

"Your resistance will either die of old age in caves or be wiped out by evil spirits."

Li Zizai gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

Su Yu's words precisely pierced through his deepest sense of powerlessness.

He lowered his head and gave a weak, self-deprecating smile.

"I know……"

Li Zizai's voice was hoarse, yet it conveyed a deep weariness and a clear understanding of the impending outcome.

"I know better than anyone that this army of ten thousand, this so-called resistance, is nothing more than ants moving house in the eyes of the evil spirits."

"But what can I do?"

He raised his head, and in his bloodshot eyes, there was no anger, only an overwhelming sorrow.

"Are we just going to stand by and watch our compatriots be stuffed into prison vans like animals and taken to the Blood Refining Workshop to be refined into blood pills while still alive?"

"What else can we mere mortals do besides risk our worthless lives to hijack a few more cars and earn a few more days of survival for a few more people?"

At this point, Li Zizai looked at the five-year-old child in front of him, as if he had grasped the last straw in the darkness.

The other party could silently pull him into a dream, and there was not a trace of the nauseating, turbid black aura of evil on him. Instead, he exuded an indescribable purity and profundity.

A name that only existed in ancient legends suddenly jumped into his mind.

"You have the appearance of a child, yet you can perform such a feat of entering dreams out of thin air, and you are certainly not one of those evil spirits filled with filth..."

Li Zizai's voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of disbelief, anticipation, and tentative inquiry.

"I have heard that before the demons descended upon this world, there were immortals who rode the clouds and protected mortals..."

"Could it be that you are the legendary... cultivator?!"

Su Yu looked at him, without feigning mystery, and nodded calmly.

"I am."

boom!

Upon hearing this calm admission, Li Zizai's knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the blood-red wasteland.

In this world where evil forces completely rule and mortals are treated like pigs and sheep.

The term "cultivator" signifies that legends have come to life, and that mortals have finally witnessed another supreme power beyond evil!

He looked at the calm five-year-old child in front of him, let down his guard, and his voice was full of endless pleading.

"Since you are a cultivator... please tell me, how should a mortal resist?"

"Is there truly no path left for mortals to walk in this world?"

Su Yu quietly looked at Li Zizai kneeling in front of her.

He saw no greed for power or desire for immortality in Li Zizai.

There is only one kind of pure spirit of selflessness, willing to give up everything for one's fellow human beings.

This is a true martyr.

There is a road.

Su Yu finally spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it stirred up a storm in Li Zizai's mind.

"I have a method that requires neither spiritual roots nor rare treasures; anyone can cultivate it."

Li Zizai suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with an extremely fanatical light.

"Is what you say true, Immortal Master?!"

If such a technique truly existed, wouldn't their army of ten thousand be able to undergo a complete transformation?

Don't get too excited yet.

Su Yu coldly poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"This technique will not make you infinitely strong, nor will it allow you to fly or escape into the earth, and it will certainly not allow you to injure any evil spirits in battle."

Li Zizai was stunned.

"Then... what's the use of this technique?"

Su Yu looked at him and explained the essence of the "Mortal Self-Severance Method" word by word.

"Its only purpose is to kill you."

"It makes you willingly shatter your life force and sever your soul."

"Transform your flesh and blood into a refreshing rain that can purify the surrounding evil and demonic energy."

In the dream, there was a deathly silence.

We cannot kill the enemy.

Unable to protect themselves.

It can only be used for extremely tragic suicide, thereby purifying the air in a small area.

What kind of rebellious technique is this?

But Su Yu did not stop; he continued to explain the strategic significance behind this technique.

"Do you know why there are no more cultivators in this world?"

Su Yu's youthful voice carried a profound sense of vicissitude.

Li Zizai raised his head blankly; this was the biggest question in his mind, and indeed in the minds of all mortals in the world.

"Because the very foundation of this world has been tainted."

Su Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the blood-red dream, seeing the gray sky outside.

"What cultivators rely on for survival is the pure spiritual energy between heaven and earth."

"After the demons descended upon this world, they spent an extremely long time gradually polluting and twisting all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into a sinister demonic energy that could only be inhaled and exhaled by them."

"The pond water was replaced with poison, so naturally all the fish died."

"This is the true reason why cultivators have been wiped out, and why demons can reign supreme and rule this world!"

Upon hearing this despairing truth about the world, Li Zizai's breath caught in his throat, and he felt his hands and feet turn icy cold.

Even the legendary immortal cultivators who could summon wind and rain were worn down to death.

What can these mortals possibly use to resist this monster that has changed the laws of the entire world?

But Su Yu's tone suddenly changed.

"However, in the universe, all things are divided into pure and impure."

"If demons can transform spiritual energy into demonic energy, then they must also be able to reverse demonic energy back into pure spiritual energy!"

"This method of mortal self-mutilation was created for this purpose."

Su Yu looked at Li Zizai and analyzed the core killing intent of this technique word by word.

"Although you mortals have no spiritual roots, deep within your souls lies a trace of the most primordial innate pure energy."

"This method teaches you how to ignite this pure energy, using your flesh, blood, and soul as fuel, to forcibly cleanse the surrounding polluted demonic energy and restore it to pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth!"

"Demons feed on demonic energy; pure spiritual energy is like deadly poison to them! They are incompatible!"

"Once the surrounding demonic energy is instantly purified, the demon's protective true essence will be extremely strongly repelled and weakened, potentially leading to demonic possession and instant death!"

Su Yu's voice was deafening as he delivered his final summary.

"You can't kill them."

"But you can use your death to ruin their cultivation environment and destroy the very foundation upon which they depend for survival!"

"This is a path of pure martyrdom."

"There is no glory or wealth, no long life or immortality."

"Only by using the lives of countless mortals to fill the void, and by using the rain that comes from countless deaths to cleanse this polluted land little by little."

"Do you dare to accept?"

On the blood-red wasteland, the wind stopped.

Li Zizai remained kneeling, listening blankly to Su Yu's description.

No power.

They have no lifespan.

Only extremely tragic self-destruction.

however.

To Su Yu's surprise, Li Zizai did not show any fear or disappointment on his face.

Instead, the corners of his mouth began to turn up slightly.

Then, the smile grew wider and wider.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head, and let out an extremely joyful, maniacal laugh.

Laughter was mixed with hot tears.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!"

Li Zizai laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears streaming down his face.

"Good! What a brilliant self-mutilation technique!"

He stopped laughing wildly, his eyes shining brightly with a terrifying calm and pride that showed he had completely disregarded life and death.

"Immortal Master, you may not understand us mortals."

"We're basically just waiting in line to die!"

"Every day we watch helplessly as our compatriots are pushed into the Blood Refining Workshop like livestock, refined into blood pills, dying so quietly that not even a splash is made."

"What we fear is never death itself, but rather the fear of bleeding ourselves dry and dying a meaningless death!"

Li Zizai took a deep breath and kowtowed heavily without hesitation.

"If our deaths can bring back the evil spirits that treat us like livestock!"

"It can restore this filthy world to its former cleanliness!"

"To let those compatriots who are numb and waiting to die know that even a mortal's life can make a splash in the face of evil!"

Li Zizai raised his head, his eyes burning with a frenzied rage.

"I, Li Zizai, with the lives of 13,000 rebels, am willing to die for the sake of immortality!"

"I beg the immortal master to bestow upon me the Dharma!"

Looking at this mortal who unhesitatingly chose martyrdom and offered his loyalty.

A rare and faint sense of respect welled up in Su Yu's heart.

He didn't say another word.

Pointing out with one finger.

A complex yet easily understood stream of memory light instantly disappeared into Li Zizai's brow.

The energy flow and secrets of the "Mortal Self-Severance Method" were clearly imprinted in the deepest part of his mind.

Then, the dreamscape of the entire blood-red wasteland began to dissipate like ripples on water.

P.S.: This is the last day of May. I'll try to update three chapters a day next month. It might not be very well written, so please be gentle with your criticism. Please give me some gifts, QAQ...