Chapter 89: First Steps into the Demonic Path (Part 1)

Pitch black.
That's it.
Thank goodness I wasn't sent into the ring.
Su Chen returned to the Reverse Fate Space.
He opened the Reverse Fate Book.
[In your eighth life, you were an ordinary cowherd in the Dragon Sky Dynasty. However, your hidden identity was the surviving son of a destroyed family in Central Continent. You didn't want to accept an ordinary fate and resolutely chose to embark on the path of cultivation.
You learned alchemy from your adoptive grandfather, finding it fascinating. After mastering alchemy, you severed ties with your past life, left the village, and became the first in the Dragon Sky Dynasty's Alchemy Competition, the youngest sixth-grade alchemist. You joined the Prison Suppression Holy Land, seized the Heavenly Fire, and went to Central Continent. Your Eight Desolations Alchemy Method amazed everyone, surpassing all others. In your youth, the alchemy of a region was astonished because of you. Faced with the Pill God Palace's offer to stay, you resolutely chose to return to the Prison Suppression Holy Land for further study.]
You escaped death, annihilating your formidable enemy, but sensed the intensifying Yin energy of the Heavenly Fire. Given time, it would surely devour your cultivation. Unwilling to end your life like this, you yearned to reach the ninth rank of alchemy and witness even greater glory. While helping the Holy Land cultivate its alchemy foundation, you began searching for a way to dispel the Yin energy within your body.
After passing on all your knowledge to your disciples, your perseverance paid off. You finally found a way to resolve the Yin energy within you. You led everyone into the outer starry sky to seize opportunities. If you succeeded, the Holy Land would gain a ninth-rank alchemist, dominating the Eastern Wilderness and prospering for millennia!
Unfortunately… this time, fate did not fully favor you. You successfully obtained the Heavenly Fire, but due to spatial turbulence, you arrived in a small world. Your injuries became irreparable. A desperate attempt to refine the Nine Yang True Qi Flame failed, ultimately resulting in a backlash. Fate had other plans. You left a final message, hoping to leave a legacy of goodwill for the Zhenyu Holy Land, and tragically perished within this small world.
You were a darling of your time, yet also its outcast. Though you shone for a moment, you never rewrote the tides of history.
Evaluation: Blue Nine Stars
Reversal Points: 9000
Su Chen smiled bitterly. This was truly damn damn bad. A dignified Nirvana Realm cultivator, an eighth-grade alchemist, couldn't even find the medicinal herbs to refine pills to heal his injuries, and died in a small world.
Now that things had come to this, Su Chen had no choice but to accept reality.
[Aptitude: 0 (+)
Comprehension: 0 (+)
Family Background: 0 (+)
Mental State: 400]
Su Chen thought for a moment.
Aptitude +5000
Comprehension +3500
Family Background +500
All in!
Turning to the ninth page, Su Chen's consciousness vanished.
......
In a blood-red world
Su Chen opened his eyes. Everything before him was blood-red. He felt a splitting headache, his body felt like it was being torn apart, the pain unbearable.
His clothes were tattered and torn, like shredded strips of cloth.
Mountains of corpses lay all around, and broken weapons and wrecked armor were scattered everywhere.
Su Chen began to recall this life.
In this life, his surname was Zhou, and his given name was Zhou Chen. He was an outer disciple of the Devouring Sun Holy Land. Both his parents were elders of the Devouring Sun Holy Land, but sadly, they had both perished.
The Devouring Sun Holy Land… Su Chen seemed to have heard of it.
Su Chen's expression was strange.
“Holy crap!”
He remembered!
He had been reincarnated in the Western Regions… When the Western Regions invaded the Southern Regions, one of the leading holy lands was the Devouring Sun Holy Land!
The Devouring Sun Holy Land was no good at all.
His style of doing things was no different from a demon lord, practically a demonic cult from another world!
He was currently participating in the outer sect trials...only those who survived could enter the inner sect.
In this life, he was sixteen years old, with a cultivation level of the seventh level of Spirit Patterns, giving him a chance to enter the inner sect...but Zhou Chen offended an inner sect disciple, leading to him being surrounded and killed by that disciple's henchmen in the secret realm. Luckily, Zhou Chen had mastered the Turtle Breathing Technique, and with his extraordinary talent, he survived several fatal blows.
Otherwise, Su Chen would have been instantly killed.
Su Chen moved, his whole body aching, a putrid smell emanating from him.
"This life's stat allocation...it really was a disastrous start."
Su Chen smiled bitterly, staggering to his feet as he began searching for hemostatic herbs. Fortunately, his previous life was that of an eighth-grade alchemist, and in no time he found a first-grade spiritual herb by following its habits. After swallowing it whole, Su Chen finally felt a little better.
At least his life was saved.
It would take some time for him to fully recover from his injuries, and his current conditions weren't suitable for refining elixirs.
"Huh..."
Su Chen's expression was strange.
He discovered that his body in this life was somewhat special; it didn't seem to possess any special physique or bloodline.
Five thousand aptitude points couldn't have gone to waste, so Su Chen, unwilling to give up, continued to examine his body.
Finally, two days later, Su Chen found an extremely subtle seal hidden within his body... sealing a powerful force, filled with a primordial aura, as if from a distant, unknown era.
"Ancient Relic... I never imagined my identity in this life would be a descendant of an ancient race!"
Su Chen was astonished. The ancient era was far removed from the present; all that was known was that countless brilliant physiques were born in that era, with myriad races vying for supremacy, intermarrying, and special physiques becoming countless.
Because there were so many, they were collectively called Ancient Relics!
The ancient race were descendants of the powerful beings of that era. However, with the changing of eras and the passing of countless ages, the once-powerful ancient race has long since declined, with only a handful remaining strong.
Su Chen frowned. He didn't know who set the seal or what their purpose was, but he still chose to break it. It was merely a seal set by a Void Realm cultivator; for Su Chen, who had undergone two Nirvana Rebirths and possessed high comprehension, he could decipher it in less than a day.
"The person who set the seal doesn't seem to intend to harm me."
Su Chen broke the seal with surprising ease. The power of the ancient race spread through his limbs and bones, and his cultivation level soared, reaching the threshold of the Spirit Sea Realm in a short time. The original blue-quality spirit patterns shimmered with gold, then transformed into a ferocious beast.
"The Taotie...it's actually a descendant of the Taotie, one of the Four Fiends!"
Su Chen was deeply shaken when he saw the terrifying behemoth. With each breath, massive amounts of primordial energy surged forth, emitting cries like those of an infant.
With the sound of shattering glass, Su Chen's cultivation reached the Spirit Sea Realm.
His internal injuries had also largely healed under the surge of primordial energy.
The tremendous commotion attracted the attention of everyone within the secret realm. Su Chen sensed at least several powerful auras approaching.
Su Chen concealed his aura, his movements gradually subsiding. His pair of black pupils, like deep black holes, gazed into the distance, devoid of any emotion.
"This life... not cultivating demonic arts, what a pity!"
"Ye Wushang... don't worry, it won't be long before I personally take your head."
"Now, let's go collect some interest!"