When Chennan opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a wooden bed. The soft bedding felt warm and comfortable.

Night had fallen, but the rain was still coming down. A soft light from an oil lamp filled the room.

The gentle patter of rain, the warm comforter, and the soft light made Chennan feel as if he was home, and warmth filled his heart.

The door was gently pushed open, and an old woman entered. She had a kind expression on her face and said, "You're awake, young man. You don't know your own limits, running around outside in the rain."

Chennan didn't understand the current language of the continent, but he knew the old woman meant well. He quickly got out of bed and bowed to her.

It was only then that he realized he had been changed into a clean, dry set of clothes.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said.

The old woman paused. She clearly didn't understand what Chennan was saying, but she didn't think much of it. With so many races on the continent, it was natural for some people not to speak the common language.

Chennan followed the old woman into the outer room. At that moment, a young man, about eighteen or nineteen, walked in. He was well-built and placed a tray of food on the table before giving Chennan a friendly smile.

Chennan returned the smile.

After dinner, he thanked the old woman again and returned to his room, where he fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, a beautiful figure walked through a sea of flowers and then faded away in a rain of petals, leaving behind only a faint voice: "I will wait for our reunion..."

Then, in the dream, Chennan saw his father, Chen Zhan. His father's eyes were wise and profound, as if they could see through all the world's illusions. He said in a calm voice, "Those who climb high must start from a humble place, and those who journey far must start from what is near. In this world, what matters is not where you stand, but the direction in which you are moving."

Chen Zhan's figure gradually faded, and his mother's face and voice appeared.

"Once the glamour fades, what remains is simplicity and truth."

One familiar figure after another came to Chennan and then slowly faded away.

In the early morning, Chennan woke up and opened the door. The rain had already stopped, and a rainbow hung high in the sky, adding a beautiful sight to the world.

"Ten thousand years. What else is there for me to hold on to? I need to start over!" Chennan shouted loudly.

He had decided to face reality and begin a new life.

Time flew by, and six months passed in the blink of an eye.

Chennan's martial skills made him the best hunter in the small town. He brought back several times more prey than anyone else each day. With the money he earned, he bought a small house. In addition to practicing his martial arts, he spent his time learning the current continental language from the town residents. While he couldn't have a smooth conversation yet, he could now understand what people around him were saying.

Furthermore, Chennan had been adjusting his mindset, accepting his reality. He was no longer lost or confused and had gradually integrated into society.

After he could understand the language, Chennan finally realized that the world had changed drastically over the past ten thousand years.

The Immortal Continent and the Demonic Continent, once separated by only a strait, had connected in a violent earthquake.

The Eastern Immortal Continent and the Western Demonic Continent each had their own unique and brilliant civilizations. After they connected, their different cultures and beliefs often caused friction. As the friction escalated, racial conflicts arose, and eventually, a devastating war broke out between the two.

It was a catastrophic war, with corpses piled up on the battlefields and rivers of blood flowing. Countless young men were conscripted and never returned. Millions of civilians died, tens of millions were displaced, and the continent was shrouded in sorrow and despair.

The war grew more brutal. Eventually, the Western Holy See deployed its mages and Holy Knights. Just as the scales of war were about to tip, the martial arts masters from the East and the previously reclusive Daoist cultivators joined the conflict in an organized fashion. A great battle between Eastern and Western cultivators began, with true energy clashing against battle energy, and flying swords and magical treasures going against spells. On the battlefield, sword energy and battle energy raged, and magical treasures and spells shone with dazzling power.

The war ended in a mutual massacre. After the great battle, the battlefields were covered in countless skeletons, and the continent was filled with misery and desolation.

The insightful individuals on both sides realized the tremendous harm the war had caused and signed a comprehensive armistice agreement.

Time can heal all wounds. After thousands of years of peace, racial conflicts finally vanished, and preliminary racial integration was achieved. There was no longer an "Immortal Continent" or a "Demonic Continent." The merged continent was named Tianyuan.

"I see. No wonder there are so many races in town. This place must have been the border between the Immortal and Demonic Continents. And no wonder I came across a wolf that could breathe fire while hunting—it must have been a Western magical beast."

Upon learning all this, Chennan was deeply shaken, and many things suddenly made sense to him.

Another six months passed, and Chennan had finally mastered the common language of the continent. His understanding of the Tianyuan Continent deepened, and he had fully integrated into society.

Of course, some things were still a mystery to him. He still couldn't understand what had happened among the gods and why so many powerful divine beings had perished.

He asked everyone in town, but no one could answer him.

Finally, an old man in the town told him, "Child, you are not the only one who wants to know this. Many people on the continent want to know the answer, but it has always remained an unsolved mystery."

Chennan said, "Did the outbreak of the war between the two continents cause the gods to participate directly?" As he said this, he felt his heart stop. What an astonishing possibility. He was filled with a sense of awe.

The old man shook his head and smiled. "Child, you have a vivid imagination, but the truth is, the Cemetery of Gods and Demons existed thousands of years before the great war between the two continents broke out. No one knows exactly when it was built, let alone by whom."

Chennan exclaimed, "What?! The gods of both continents were already... before the two continents were even connected?"

The old man nodded. "That's right. When the tombs of the gods and demons were discovered, the whole world was in shock. Countless cultivators flocked there, and even the cultivators of the Demonic Continent risked crossing the strait to pay their respects. From then on, the Cemetery of Gods and Demons was revered as a holy ground, and people began to bury some of the most powerful individuals in history there as a sign of respect."

"But the Cemetery of Gods and Demons is located at the border of the two continents. Why didn't the great earthquake that connected the two continents destroy it?"

The old man sighed. "The Cemetery of Gods and Demons has always been a mystery."

In that year, Chennan thought of visiting the tomb-guarding old man several times but never followed through.

"Now that I've started a new life, I should let go of the past. Let the Cemetery of Gods and Demons and the old man remain in my memory."

A year's time is neither long nor short, but this year was very significant for Chennan. He learned the common language of the continent, and his state of mind became more peaceful. He had put the past behind him and was no longer filled with sorrow or melancholy, regaining the vigor of youth. He decided to leave the small town and travel the world.

When the Immortal Continent and the Demonic Continent connected, a continuous range of tall mountains rose at their border. The small town was on the edge of the Immortal Continent, at the junction of the two. Less than twenty miles to the west were the endless mountains.

No one dared to venture deep into the mountain range because it was home to not only ferocious birds and beasts but also legendary ancient giants. For ordinary people, it was an extremely dangerous place. The most experienced hunters in town only dared to hunt on the outskirts of the mountains and never took a single step into their depths.

The rumors of flying dragons and huge ancient giants were a profound temptation for Chennan. When he decided to leave the town and travel the continent, the first place he thought of was the "extremely dangerous place" right in front of him.

Before he left, Chennan gave his house to the mother and son who had taken him in and then strode out of the town.

The wheel of history began to turn, and the legend started here.

Chennan walked alone into the depths of the mountains. He had been traveling in the continuous mountain range for three days and had seen countless fierce birds and beasts. He avoided them if he could and killed them if he couldn't.

"There aren't any particularly extraordinary evil beasts here."

Suddenly, a massive shadow flew by, creating a strong gust of wind.

Chennan was shocked. He looked up and saw a huge "strange bird" over one hundred feet long flying above him.

The bird was completely green and emitted a faint glow. It had a tail over thirty feet long.

"My goodness! A featherless strange bird! No, a strange bird covered in scales. And that tail is so ugly!" he exclaimed.

If anyone had passed by, they would have laughed at Chennan's ignorance for not recognizing a dragon, one of the most powerful creatures on the continent. They would also have to admire his courage, for this guy dared to "criticize" a dragon up close.

The green dragon clearly didn't notice the tiny creature on the ground, nor did it hear his "gossip." Otherwise, it would have swooped down and torn this insolent fellow to shreds.

Watching the green dragon gradually fly away, Chennan snapped out of his astonishment. He belatedly realized, "Could that big guy have been the legendary dragon? This is too ridiculous. It's just a big-bellied lizard with wings. It must be a weird dragon from the Demonic Continent. Compared to the divine dragons of the Immortal Continent, it's just... ugh."

Of course, Chennan had never seen the legendary divine dragons of the Immortal Continent. But there were countless legends about them, from which one could get a glimpse of their nature. The intricate carvings also showed the perfection of these supreme creatures.

The Western dragon that had just flown past him was a great disappointment. Although that green dragon might have been very powerful, he had a feeling that Western dragons simply couldn't compare to the Eastern divine dragons.

Chennan mumbled to himself, "I wish I could see an Eastern divine dragon with my own eyes someday. Sigh, that dragon just now was really ugly."

He had no idea what that green dragon would feel if it heard his words. It probably wouldn't even bother to sue him for "racial discrimination" and would just "bring him to justice" right then and there.

The mountains held countless wonders: cloud-shrouded peaks, oddly shaped stone forests, and waterfalls that flowed from springs.

Chennan stood on a high peak. The sky above was clear, and below him, white clouds rolled like celestial energy. His heart was filled with excitement.

"Ten thousand years! Haha! Who can boast of surviving ten thousand years? I, Chennan, can! Haha!"

Chennan's excitement slowly subsided. He looked at the clear blue sky and felt an incredible sense of inner peace.

A clear blue river meandered through the mountains. After he came down from the peak, Chennan felt extremely hot. He dove into the river, holding his breath with his family's secret technique, and let the current carry him. He didn't know how long he drifted, but he felt the water slow down and eventually stop. He opened his eyes and saw that the river continued to wind its way into the distance, but he had been pushed by the current into a clear pool by the riverbank.

Suddenly, a splash erupted from the pool, and an exquisite sight appeared before Chennan. A girl stood up from the water. Her long, dark hair was wet and draped over her shoulders. Her jade-like face was adorned with water droplets, making her as beautiful and ethereal as a lotus emerging from water. Perhaps she should be called a girl, not a woman. She looked only sixteen or seventeen, but her unparalleled beauty and lively eyes, long lashes, straight nose, and rosy lips made her look like a graceful elf and as pure as an angel.

Looking down, Chennan nearly had a nosebleed. The girl's proud, shapely breasts were just barely visible above the water, radiating a tempting glow that aroused the most primal desires.

At the same time, the girl saw Chennan. Her lively eyes immediately filled with a look of horror. A shriek came from her mouth: "Ah! Help! A pervert!"

Chennan was shocked. He never expected such a cliché to happen to him. Without a doubt, his reputation as a lecher and scoundrel was about to be cemented. In a panic, he leaped from the water, grabbed the girl, and covered her mouth. The soft, smooth sensation of her body in his arms made his blood surge.

Suddenly, a burst of great force surged from the girl's body, knocking Chennan away. Her graceful body flew like a swallow from the pool and landed on the bank. She then quickly put on the clothes that were there.

When the great force rushed toward Chennan, he knew he was in big trouble. This beautiful and pure-looking girl was a martial arts master with deep cultivation. He felt her skill was much higher than his. If he hadn't drifted silently into the water next to her, he would never have been able to get so close.

Over a dozen figures flew from the nearby forest, and a wave of energy radiated from the trees, forming a pale blue shield around the girl. By this time, the dozen or so people had arrived and surrounded her, protecting her.

Chennan was now a qualified resident of the Tianyuan Continent. He could tell at a glance that the shield was a spell cast by a mage. He also noticed that the dozen people were powerful martial arts masters. His head began to ache. This arrangement showed that the girl was not an ordinary person. She was either a noble lady or a daughter of a famous family. He had messed with the wrong person.

Three mages walked over from not too far away. They were all young. One of them mumbled something, then waved his hand, and the protective shield around the girl disappeared.

As soon as the magical shield was gone, the girl angrily shouted, "Kill that man for me! Now!"

Chennan quickly called out, "Beautiful lady, please listen to me!"

"Shut up! What are you all waiting for? Get him!"

At this moment, the stunningly beautiful girl's face was filled with killing intent. She wished she could tear Chennan into a thousand pieces.

"It's a misunderstanding!"

The three mages were the first to act. One of them said, "Water spirits drifting through heaven and earth, heed my call. Water Dragon Wave!"

The air shimmered, and the water's surface rippled. A water dragon rose from the water and charged toward Chennan.

Chennan initially paid no mind, but as the water dragon was about to hit him, he realized the immense power hidden within it. He quickly dodged to the side.

Thump!

The water dragon crashed into the water, and the massive wave it created pushed Chennan toward the bank where the girl was.

"I can't go over there! She'll tear me to shreds!" Chennan quickly swam in the opposite direction.

Just then, the mage who had cast the Water Dragon Wave began chanting another spell. The once-calm water began to ripple again, and waves rushed toward Chennan, pushing him onto the bank. The people guarding the girl immediately moved in and surrounded him.

Chennan stood up from the water, forcing an awkward smile. "This is truly a misunderstanding!"

"Shut up! Get him! Knock him down and drag him over to me!" the girl yelled.

The dozen or so people, men and women, were all young but not weak. They looked at Chennan with pity, as if he were already meat on a chopping block.

Chennan knew the fight was unavoidable. He attacked first, pushing his palms outward and casting layers of palm shadows. He then leaped into the air, planning to escape over their heads. They clearly wouldn't give him a chance. His palm shadows were easily deflected by two of the guards, who then leaped up, forcing him back down.

As he was falling, several palm winds struck him from behind. In a rush, he didn't even turn his head and thrust a palm backward.

Boom!

Chennan stumbled forward, almost falling. His face flushed, and a mouthful of blood rose to his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it.

These dozen people seemed to have figured out his strength and formed a circle, trapping him. The woman who seemed to be the guard captain walked toward him. This woman was very pretty and looked frail. Chennan, however, didn't dare to be careless. He knew this woman was not as weak as she appeared.

A fierce sword flash, like a bolt of lightning, struck toward Chennan, arriving in the blink of an eye. Chennan quickly dodged, and a lock of his hair was sliced off by the woman, fluttering to the ground.

He gasped. This woman's sword was as fast as lightning, and he couldn't possibly resist it unless he reached the Great Success stage of the first heaven of his family's martial arts. While he was momentarily stunned, the beautiful woman attacked him again, her long sword as fast as lightning, thrusting at his vital points.

After more than thirty moves, Chennan was finally defeated. The woman hit him in the back with a palm, sending him to the ground, where he coughed up three mouthfuls of blood.

The guards held Chennan and brought him before the girl.

"Hmph! You scumbag. I thought you were so great, but it turns out you're just a two-bit thug," the girl sneered.

A chill ran through Chennan. The girl's expression was completely different from when he first saw her in the water. Back then, she looked like a little angel, but now he felt a beautiful little devil was standing in front of him.

"This... uh... little miss, I really didn't mean to offend you. I was afraid you would scream and cause unnecessary trouble, so I ran over and held you..."

"Shut up!" The girl's eyes were practically spitting fire. She lifted her small foot and viciously kicked Chennan.

Chennan felt like he couldn't move or speak.

The guards, who had been calm and composed all this time, were horrified by Chennan's words. They shouted, "What?! This despicable scoundrel dared to insult Her Royal Highness the Princess like that! He deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces!" They then fell to their knees in a panic, their voices trembling, "We deserve to die! We failed to protect the Princess!" Cold sweat beaded on their faces.

At this moment, the Princess was filled with regret. She regretted giving Chennan any chance to speak. Chennan's "outrageous lie" made her feel so humiliated and angry that she didn't know how to face her guards.

The Princess cried out in a fit of rage, "Get up, all of you! This scoundrel is just spewing nonsense! How can you believe him? I had already spotted him when he was still far away. If I hadn't wanted to give you a chance to prove yourselves, I would have dealt with him myself!"

Then she glared fiercely at Chennan, who was lying on the ground. She said, "Hmph, daring to slander and insult me, the Princess! Beat him to within an inch of his life!"

Chennan couldn't move or speak, but he heard everything clearly. He never expected this girl to be a princess.

The dozen or so guards clearly didn't believe the Princess's words and hated Chennan for his shamelessness. When they beat him, they were very careful with their techniques, making him feel like his entire body was being pricked with needles and bitten by ants, tormenting him to the brink of death. In no time, Chennan was covered in wounds.

"Alright, if you keep hitting him, he'll die." Looking at the bruised and battered Chennan, the Princess smiled happily, seemingly pleased with the result. The young guards stopped tormenting Chennan and stepped aside. The Princess gave Chennan a charming smile and walked over.

Chennan, who had unintentionally offended a princess, didn't receive the torture he had expected. He felt a sense of relief, thinking the punishment was over.

The Princess's sweet voice came to his ears: "You scoundrel! You have the audacity to make a move on me, the Princess! Luckily, I am wise and clever and discovered your intentions ahead of time. If you had succeeded in peeking at me, how could I ever show my face again? I would have been a laughingstock."

Chennan was stunned. Wait, what does this mean? Wasn't she just smiling at me? But her tone now sounds... bad. As he looked at the Princess again, he felt a sense of unease. Her smile was sweet, but there was a hint of evil in it. He felt a chill run through his body and shuddered.

The Princess said with a sweet smile, "Guards, bring him to me. Time for castration."

Buzzzzz!

Chennan felt his mind go blank. He nearly fainted from shock. In his eyes, the Princess's smile was now undeniably wicked. He fully understood: this was a little devil with the face of an angel.