I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

After reading the six letters, Lin Feng raised his hand and burned the letters to ashes.

Three days later, he went alone to Yunjian Manor.

He had perfectly mastered the Primordial Ancient Sword. With a single strike, he shattered the plaque of Cloud Sword Manor, a symbol of the sect's supreme glory passed down through generations.

The sword flashed again, and Song Mao and Song Zhaolin's heads fell to the ground with a thud, their blood splattering on the mountain gate.

Song Yuwei stood beside him, looking at the two severed heads rolling to the ground, her eyes showing no pity whatsoever.

She took over Yunjian Manor and officially became its new owner.

With everything settled, Lin Feng entered the city and found Murong Yan and his group.

Under the watchful eyes of all the elders, Lin Feng killed Murong Yan with a single sword strike and then calmly left, with no one daring to step forward to stop him.

After this battle, the once-powerful Qingyun Sect gradually declined and eventually disintegrated completely.

The following day, the dean of Xiaoyao Academy, along with all the elders of the academy, were brutally murdered at a banquet.

Rumors circulated that everyone was pierced through the forehead by the sword light, their souls shredded by the fierce sword intent, and they all died on the spot, their deaths all the same.

Following closely behind, the Black Sun Sect also met its demise.

During this period, these major sects secretly colluded with top assassin organizations to repeatedly assassinate Lin Feng.

Lin Feng kept this deep-seated hatred in his heart, vowing to settle scores one by one and never tolerate it.

In the same year, the Hehuan Sect was besieged by several major righteous forces, and its protective formation was on the verge of collapse.

Ye Jiuge had already sent someone to inform Lin Feng in advance, but her heart was filled with unease.

Lin Feng today possesses unparalleled cultivation and a transcendent status; he is no longer the boy who needed help from others.

She had no idea whether Lin Feng would still consider their past relationship and offer his help.

Just as the protective formation of the Hehuan Sect completely collapsed, and the disciples were filled with despair and waiting for their deaths, Lin Feng appeared suddenly like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

With only his sword, he blocked all the invading enemies and protected the entire Hehuan Sect.

Ye Jiuge looked up at his tall and straight figure and asked softly.

Why are you helping me? Do you even see me anymore?

Lin Feng stood atop the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate, overlooking the surging sea of ​​clouds, his tone calm and undisturbed.

"My cultivation and status today are all thanks to Ye Zong's kindness that night."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuge's expression suddenly became incredibly complex.

"I will proclaim to the world that any power in the mortal realm that dares to attack the Hehuan Sect again is an enemy of me, Lin Feng."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng turned around and was about to leave.

Ye Jiuge watched his retreating figure, hesitated several times before finally mustering the courage to speak.

"Hey! Could you stay the night? My sister and I... live alone all year round, and we're really lonely."

As soon as she finished speaking, her cheeks flushed crimson and burned with heat.

Lin Feng nodded slightly: "Okay."

That night, the mountain peaks trembled slightly, stars fell, and the night was enchanting.

The female disciples of the Hehuan Sect gazed at the slightly trembling main peak, their eyes filled with envy.

After a night of revelry, Lin Feng bid farewell to Ye Jiuge and turned to leave.

Ye Jiuge gazed quietly at his departing figure, her pretty face radiant, her eyes gentle and sparkling.

For the next ten years, Lin Feng traveled all over the world, searching for the scattered ancient god blood essences.

The last remaining drop of the ancient god's essence blood, who wields the vast laws of reincarnation, is hidden in an unknown place in the world.

At this moment, Lin Feng's cultivation had reached the peak of the Saint Emperor Realm, standing among the top in the world.

With Hu tide's help, he finally located the hiding place of the last drop of essence blood.

It was an endless abyss, isolated from the world.

Legend has it that this abyss leads directly to the underworld, connecting the realms of Yin and Yang, and the cycle of Yin and Yang is the origin of the cycle of reincarnation in the world.

The man and the fox leaped into the abyss, plunging into the dark depths.

The abyss is vast and boundless, dark and sunless; when one is in it, one is completely unaware of the passage of time.

Having wandered in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, Lin Feng was in a daze, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Suddenly, his feet touched solid ground. He subconsciously looked up, and the scene before him changed abruptly, becoming incredibly familiar.

This place was none other than the former Qingyun Sect.

He lowered his eyes to examine himself and found that he was wearing the ordinary disciple's clothes of the Qingyun Sect.

"How could this happen?"

Lin Feng was shocked, his mind reeling, and he was filled with disbelief.

He stepped onto the familiar mountain path, and familiar figures came into view along the way.

Murong Xue, Murong Yan, and many other former fellow disciples were all present.

The gazes of those around him were filled with contempt and disdain.

"Lin Feng! What are you doing here instead of staying at the Pleasure Pavilion?"

"Lin Feng! How dare you, a lowly male concubine, set foot at the gates of the Qingyun Sect?"

"Get out! You're polluting the spiritual energy here!"

"Get out of here!"

And just like that, Lin Feng was forced to leave the mountain.

He stood at the foot of the mountain, momentarily lost in thought.

Could it be that everything I've experienced over the years was just a dream?

Restoring his cultivation was a dream, and encountering the little tower was also a dream. He killed his enemies, became famous throughout the world, and his cultivation reached the Saint Emperor Realm, but it was all just a mirage, a figment of his own imagination!

"Turns out I'm still a useless piece of trash, nothing's changed."

Lin Feng gave a bitter smile, looking utterly dejected.

But soon, his gaze sharpened: "No! No!!! I was clearly in the abyss, how could I suddenly appear at the Qingyun Sect?"

"Break it!"

Fortunately, Lin Feng's spiritual strength had reached the Saint Venerable Realm. With a sudden burst of power, he shattered the world before him in an instant.

"So this is what a dream really is."

When he regained consciousness, he found himself transformed into an ant, crawling on the ground.

He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do; he was just following his instincts.

Less than three days later, a figure came and stomped him to death.

In the next life, he transformed into a fish, swimming freely in the water, but was accidentally caught by a fisherman and made into fish soup.

In his next life, he became a fisherman, went out to sea to fish, and never returned.

Through countless reincarnations, experiencing the birth and decay of life, Lin Feng felt as if he had entered a kaleidoscope, constantly on the verge of sinking into the cycle of reincarnation and losing his self-awareness.

In the abyss, the Blood Fox had reached the bottom. Not far from it, there was a drop of essence blood, with a snake pattern branded on it.

The silver snake bit its own tail, forming a circle, like a cycle of reincarnation.

"Master, Master, wake up!"

Hu tide looked to the side and saw Lin Feng standing on the ground, his eyes closed and motionless, as if he were trapped in an illusion.

Fox tide's heart leaped into her throat. She knew very well that if her master could not be awakened, he might perish completely.

In the cycle of reincarnation, Lin Feng has experienced countless seasons and the vicissitudes of life.

He forgot who he was, forgot what he was supposed to do, and mechanically came into being and awaited death.

He wanted to achieve redemption, but he was powerless to do so.

In this cycle of reincarnation, Lin Feng has repeated the same fate.

He participated in academy exchange meetings, academic forums, dragon martial arts forums, and alchemist conferences, and then came to search for the essence and blood of the ancient god of reincarnation.

He stood before that abyss once again.

It was as if fate had given him a second chance to see if he would still choose to enter the abyss.

Lin Feng lowered his head and stared into the abyss.

The abyss was also watching him.

After a long silence, Lin Feng took a deep breath and jumped down again.

Those countless reincarnations, those past scenes, flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and murmured, "Only eternal and unchanging power is what I pursue in my life."

"If I can't take another step forward in this life, what difference is there between me and an ant?"

Lin Feng's body continued to fall, faster and faster, as if he would be smashed to pieces at any moment.

But just as he was about to touch the ground, he suddenly awoke, gasping for breath like a fish thrown ashore.

"Master, you're finally awake!"

Hu tide's familiar voice reached my ears.