Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

As the palm-sized martial artist flew towards him, a terrifying suppression swept over, plunging his consciousness into the endless darkness of the abyss.

Xiao Ye had a very long dream.

In the dream, he was an unparalleled genius, born into a powerful family in the Central State of the True Spirit Continent, with a father whose cultivation reached to the heavens, and a mother with equally terrifying strength, both renowned and formidable figures in the Central State.

At his birth, heaven and earth bestowed various anomalies; thunderclouds shook, and he was enveloped in rainbow light, hailed by the elders of his family as a heaven-sent Qilin child.

And for this reason, he was named Zhou Yitian!

The meaning behind this name was simple, suggesting that he would conduct himself in accordance with heaven all his life, the favored child of heaven!

And he did not disappoint the elders of his family.

He was exposed to martial arts at the age of six, displaying boundless talent. By the age of eight, he had become one of the Innate Strong People, causing a sensation everywhere, heralded as the first genius in the history of the True Spirit Continent.

Amidst the various accolades and praises, he gradually lost his sense of self, his Martial Arts Heart eroded. In the year that followed, his cultivation hardly improved, wasting his days in frivolous pleasures.

There was no helping it!

His family was simply too strong, his parents were among the top experts in truth, and they had no enemies at all.

Regardless of whether he would become a powerful figure or a weakling on the True Spirit Continent, he would live a life free from worry about food and clothing, with no one daring to infringe upon him even the slightest.

However, those days ended all too soon.

One day, amidst thunderstorms, a group of powerful martial artists stormed into the Zhou Family compound.

These martial artists, armed with lethal weapons and with cultivation reaching to the heavens, charged at the Zhou Family and started a massacre without uttering a word, causing rivers of blood to flow, wailing everywhere, and even the mansion was destroyed.

The battle was earth-shattering. Countless strong members of families lay under his young gaze as cold corpses in pools of blood.

Even his parents, whose cultivation reached the skies, were besieged by hundreds of experts.

Although his parents were formidable, the strong opponents emerged endlessly like there was no end to them; as one fell, two more would rush forth.

This great battle lasted three days and three nights before it came to an end.

His father's weapon, the Iron Martial Heavy Weapon, was notched, and his mother exhausted her last bit of strength, both ultimately falling into a pool of blood.

And he too was taken out of there by the loyal housekeeper, saved at the cost of his life.

The Zhou Family, which once stood at one of the summits of the True Spirit Continent, was reduced to dust with his parents' deaths, and both of them became no more than the deceased.

Standing atop a mountain peak, he howled skywards, tears of blood streaming down his eyes, swearing that he must take revenge!

At this moment, it was as if he truly transformed!

He began to cultivate feverishly!

He spent all his time, every day, in cultivation!

His cultivation talent was heaven-defying to begin with, a genius born from celestial anomalies, and after this period of arduous cultivation, his cultivation level ascended at an unbelievable speed.

In the year he turned twelve, he successfully ascended to Mystic Martial!

Two more years passed, and he broke through Mystic Martial to become a high-level expert of the Void Martial Realm!

Without a cultivation technique, he would rob!

Without cultivation resources, he would rob!

Without combat techniques, he would rob!

Every move he made would cause tremors across the entire True Spirit Continent.

Because the speed of his cultivation improvement was simply too fast, it was hair-raising.

And with his frenzied plundering actions, he finally attracted the pursuit and assassination attempts of many Sect Forces.

However, these powerful Sect Forces were instead counter-slaughtered by him.

He was just too strong; his cultivation talent knew no bounds. After looting a massive amount of cultivation resources and after a decade of seclusion, his cultivation soared to the heavens, making him the youngest Emperor Martial Realm strong person in the history of True Spirit Continent.

He ended his life of hiding and started to show himself on True Spirit Continent, pursuing the murderer who killed his parents that year!

By this time, he was already facing a situation where the whole world was against him.

But he did not retreat. Every strong person who opposed him was killed, one by one.

He bathed in blood, step by step, he reached the pinnacle of Martial Arts, becoming one of the strongest in this world.

He executed his enemies and found the murderer of his parents, personally ending their life in the most painful way, finally avenging his parents.

At this time, his cultivation broke through once again. He looked across the entire True Spirit Continent, surprisingly unable to find anyone who could withstand a single move from him.

He became lonely, he grew tired; hence, he sought a mountain forest to live in seclusion, finding joy in nature every day, with a clear mind and few desires, he even rarely cultivated anymore. However, his cultivation was still progressing at a terrifying speed.

Finally, one day, his cultivation broke through again, and he was even more without an opponent.

Yet he felt that he had not reached the limit of Martial Arts, and so he left the True Spirit Continent...

The dream ended abruptly at this point.

Simultaneously, Xiao Ye's consciousness, which had been plunged into darkness, suddenly was illuminated by a beam of light, bringing his consciousness back to light.

"Invincibility is a form of loneliness!" Xiao Ye sighed, slowly opening his eyes filled with vicissitudes.

Scenes from his dream flashed one by one through his mind, as if he had lived an entire lifetime.

"Whimper!"

Just then, an anxious beastly cry sounded in his ear.

Xiao Ye turned his head and saw Little White, who was suddenly laying on his shoulder, its bright eyes filled with surprise.

"Hm? What happened!"

Xiao Ye's body trembled, and the vicissitudes in his eyes faded away like a tide.

"What exactly happened just now?"

It was not until this moment that Xiao Ye regained consciousness, his face filled with incredulity.

The memories from the dream conflicted with his real-life memories, causing him a splitting headache.

Was he Xiao Ye, or Zhou Yitian?

"No, I am Xiao Ye!" Xiao Ye's memories gradually took the upper hand, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He finally remembered his past memories.

"I remember before I lost consciousness, a palm-sized martial artist flew towards me, and many Guardians surrounded me!" Xiao Ye leaped up from the ground and checked his body, realizing he had not received any injuries, and he felt energetic and spirited.

Most importantly, Little White also did not seem to be seriously injured, and those Guardians had disappeared.

On the huge stone platform, only the remains of the Snow White Lotus petals were left, as if reminding him of the reality of what had just happened.

"Never mind, it's best to protect one's life. Little White, let's leave this place first."

"This place is really too mysterious." Xiao Ye suppressed the doubts in his heart and rushed forward with Little White.