The Resurrection of Xinli

The new day began, and the melodic chirping sound of birds reverberated all over. As the sun started to descend on the horizon, casting a golden glow of light on this vast unknown land—the hustle and bustle of people added to the liveliness, creating an atmosphere of energy and activity.

Within an unfamiliar yet cozy room measuring nearly 15 square meters, old furniture was scattered around, and cobwebs lingered everywhere, looking like it had been abandoned for years.

In this messy room, there is an old dusty wooden bed that can be seen. On an old wooden bed lay a motionless figure, a body in an advanced state of decay emitting a foul odor. Insects could be seen within the body. If someone saw this, it could make them vomit out of disgust.

"Crik… Crik…"

Suddenly the body, which had long decayed, began to stir—defying one's logic. Slowly from head to toe, the body started to move.

"Thum thum thum…"

A heart that had ceased beating for a few years started to thunder back to life with a steady, rhythmic beat. As blood began to circulate from his heart, veins started to see visibly within his body. Slowly flesh also began to form within his body.

If anyone were here to witness this revival process, they would have been utterly shocked to their core. The resurrection of a long-deceased body would undoubtedly shock anyone. Is it easy to revive from death? Hell no! It's a heaven-defining miracle.

As time passed, second after second, minute after minute, the dead body which was decayed, gradually started to take a transformation—revealing the figure of a teenage boy.

His skin is pale as moonlight, like that of an ailing person because of lack blood, height about 175cm with long white hair cascaded on his face. His eyes remain closed. like he is unconscious.

With each passing moment of recovery, the body began to stir again. The boy started to move his hand first. Then slowly, followed by his body.

Just as the boy began to get into consciousness, he was immediately overcome by excruciating unbearable pain, a sensation akin to being stung by a thousand ants.

"A... AAA... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" he cried out because the pain was so intense, his voice echoing through the silent room. He fell from the bed, writhing in agony on the dirty wooden floor and started rolling from side to side as the unbearable torment consumed him wholly.

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The commotion inside the house took the passersby by surprise. The unusual screaming sounds emanating from within the house piqued their curiosity.

"What the hell? What is going on inside that house? Did he experience Qi deviation during cultivation? Or someone is torturing him?" one individual pondered as he watched the direction where the screaming voice came out, mixed with concern and speculation.

"Let's not interfere in matters of others. That doesn't concern us, lest we find ourselves in trouble," another cautioned, his words tinged with apprehension and a hint of fear mixing. His past experience likely flashed in his eyes.

One must note that in the world of cultivation, where the pursuit of power reigned supreme, those who attempted to play the hero and offended the wrong individuals were bound to face dire consequences. History spoke for itself, with countless individuals meeting their end in such ways.

As a result, few were willing to involve themselves in the affairs of others, preferring to maintain a safe distance from potential trouble. The weak preferred a peaceful life, so they were more cautious and vigilant around the strong.

With this in mind, people no longer paid attention to potential dangers and difficulties that might arise in their lives. They chose to carry on with their own work, leaving the mysteries of the house behind.

Inside the room, Xinli endured intense, painful minutes. His internal organs rumbled like an earthquake, his body soaked with sweat as he grappled with forces beyond his control. From a lying position, he crawled and then slowly kneeled on the floor.

With trembling hands, Xinli lifted his gaze, revealing his eyes. His pupils were utterly white, giving the impression of a lifeless stare that could send shivers down anyone's spine.

Xinli had awakened the forbidden pupil of the eye, an innate talent.

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Rumble, rumble.

This situation caused a stir in the upper realm.

Within an unknown place, the formidable entity, one of the Dao beings, who is also the guardian of the River of Time, one of the powerful beings from the upper realm, uttered,

"Hmm? Is the River of Time causing a disturbance? It's been a long time since it has made a commotion, even if it's just for a brief moment. Let's observe the situation. Hope something interesting will happen,"

Its appearance, emotion, and voice were mysterious, covered by the ethereal presence of the Dao Rhythm that enveloped its surroundings.

For those who have the ability to peer through the veils of the Dao Rhythm, one can see that the entity's eyes begin to radiate with an intense glow as it tries to use the Eyes of Truth. It meticulously surveys the entirety of the lower and middle realms with unwavering focus, searching for the source of the disturbance.

Yet, despite its thorough investigation, the entity did not find the anomaly. He became pretty perplexed, "Ohhh, I can't even find the anomaly. Hmmm, Let's observe for now. If any further commotion arises, then we need to intervene immediately," The entity stated, its eyes slowly closing as it returned to a state of slumber.

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The expanse of this world knows no bounds. There are countless anomalies, countless possibilities, endless opportunities and unimaginable powers that lie ahead of us.

Even the most divine beings remain unaware of what awaits at the zenith of the world's apex. No one has ever succeeded in climbing it yet. climbing the pyramid of this world is full of difficulties. One miss-step can become someone's downfall, so how much dangerous is it?

But only those who have unwavering determination and will of heart can climb the ladder of the sky.

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