A Common Story

What followed was a world-shattering battle. The Emperor of the Ten Thousand Beasts took his true form, a ferocious white tiger ten meters tall and several meters long. In his true form, his power and physical strength multiplied several times. With a deafening roar, it advanced towards San Meili without sparing its strength.

"Eh Mi Tuo Fu... so much violence, so much sin..." The Monk of the Three Suns was still chanting his sutras as his dharma power boiled inside his body, releasing a blinding golden light. From behind the monk, a statue of a huge Buddha, over a hundred meters tall, appeared. The statue slowly opened its eyes, chanting with the Monk of the Three Suns.

Booom

San Meili arrived in front of the Celestial Emperor, and with his sword raised, slashed diagonally, to which the Celestial Emperor raised his spear to defend. A devastating power spread from the point of impact, moving the clouds above and devastating the earth below.

With his whole body covered with a red aura, San Meili abruptly turned to defend himself against the Emperor of the Ten Thousand Beasts, who came at him with unstoppable momentum.

Clam

Raising his sword at the last second, he managed to fend off the claws of the great white tiger, claws long enough to be the size of a sword.

ROAAAR

San Meili was sent flying away on impact, but stabilized before he hit a mountain. Flying steadily again, San Meili had no time to be angry when the Monk of the Three Suns launched his attack. The huge Buddha statue behind him launched a powerful attack with the palm of his hand.

"Tsk. Annoying bugs." With clear dissatisfaction, San Meili prepared for the blow, but he didn't have enough time when he saw the Heavenly Emperor coming towards him.

Little by little, the most important battle on the battlefield, the most powerful existences on the continent slowly moved away from the battlefield.

*****

Xiao Lian was an ordinary young mortal without many aspirations in life. His life was decided at his birth. Grow up, become a farmer like his father, have a family and take care of his rice plantation.

However, when he was ten years old, a nomadic cultivator passed through his village. The cultivator said that Xiao Lian had a talent for cultivating, and so did his little sister. His parents were ecstatic at this news and cried with joy.

What is a martial cultivator in a world where strength dictates everything? It is power! It is strength! It's having the right to shape your own destiny without fear of offending anyone!

With her little eight-year-old sister at the time, Xiao Mei'er, they learned a cultivation technique from that cultivator, and in return, her parents gave her shelter. Everything was fine until, on a certain day near Xiao Lian's eleventh birthday, the nomadic cultivator disappeared.

Xiao Lian's parents were worried, but as the months passed, they assumed that the old man continued his journey and did not want to say goodbye. Xiao Lian continued to cultivate until that fateful day came.

'I still remember it as if it were today...'

On Xiao Mei'er's twelfth birthday, the two brothers' lives turned upside down. The family of four were celebrating their birthday when suddenly, the sky resounded as thunder crashed beside their hut.

Stunned by the sudden sound, the whole family went outside to see what was happening. When they came out, Xiao Lian's parents' legs turned to jelly, and they fell to the ground, holding each other, trembling with fear and terror.

In the sky, a few meters above their plantation, fifteen cultivators hovered above the ground looking at the family as if they were dog poo. Xiao Lian and Xiao Mei'er looked at the cultivators with eyes gleaming with admiration and even a little adoration.

They were cultivators from a sect! High-level cultivators! Her parents, however, knew what happened when a cultivator arrived in a village or city of mortals.

"I can still feel the worm's energy in that house, he must have stopped here." Said a female cultivator who was floating above a sword.

"These mortals dare to give shelter to a traitor of the seven-star sect?! How bold! Destroy the entire village so that no other mortals will have such an idea in the future!" The cultivator who had the most powerful energy said, while looking at the family as if they were dry leaves.

'What? Kill the entire village? Traitor? Seven-star sect? What are they talking about?'

Xiao Lian had not understood what those cultivators were talking about, when they all shot off in different directions and began a massacre. Screams and wails echoed throughout the village, Xiao Liam was still locked in his seat, not knowing what was happening.

What's going on? Why are they killing everyone? Was Mister Shi a traitor? How the hell were we supposed to know that?!'

Xiao Lian's thoughts were cut short when he was struck by a sword from the cultivators of that sect. Still on the ground, he saw his father's headless body, his mother's split body, and his sister's pale, bloodied face.

All were killed that day, a true massacre that remained forever in the memory of Xiao Lian, who was in the future known as the right-hand man of San Meili, The Destroyer...