Summit of the Mortal World

**Chapter 1: Remnant Bones Guard the Barren Mountain – A Youth Bearing the Aura of Slaughter** The wilds are ancient and boundless, stretching for millions of miles. The mountains lie like primordial savage beasts in hibernation; withered trees pierce the sky, and black mist coils through every ravine. This is the abandoned edge of the myriad realms—a desolate frontier where spiritual energy is scarce, ferocious beasts run rampant, and ancient bones litter the ground. A forbidden land unworthy even of the steps of cultivators from beyond. A howling wind sweeps through, carrying gravel and broken bones, its mournful cry echoing across the peaks like the whispers of countless undying souls. At the entrance of Blackstone Village, where mottled blue stones lie, stands a tall, lean figure of a youth. The young man is named Lin Huang, sixteen years old. His black hair flies wildly in the wind. Though his frame seems thin, his back is as straight as an ancient green sword. Most striking are his eyes—deep black and profound, devoid of youthful innocence or naivety. Only a cold, murderous aura, born from wading through seas of corpses and mountains of blood, remains—so still it sends a chill through the heart. No one knows that inside this mortal shell is sealed the shattered Dao foundation of a fallen supreme being. Tens of thousands of years ago, an ancient dark turmoil swept across the nine heavens and ten lands. An unmatched supreme being who had dominated all races and fought alone against the gods and devils of the myriad heavens bled to death in battle. His body crumbled, his soul extinguished—except for a single undying wisp of primal true spirit that fell into the barren wilds and reincarnated here. But the price of rebirth was immense. The supreme being’s Dao foundation shattered, his heaven-shaking cultivation was sealed by the shackles of heaven and earth, and his bloodline was dimmed. On the surface, he was but a mortal body, yet within it lay the supreme potential to shatter the heavens. The barren wilds have no mercy; the law of the jungle is the only heavenly Dao. Since he could remember, Lin Huang had survived through slaughter—mountain beasts, outlander vagrants, deserters of the wilds. Wading through blood every step of the way, he forged himself an iron-clad aura of killing. *Boom!* The earth trembled. Giant trees in the dense forest shook violently as a ten-foot-tall blackrock bear crashed through the bushes, charging out. Its fur was like ink, its scales hard as iron, fangs turned outward, and baleful aura churning to the heavens. This was the overlord of the surrounding hundred miles of mountain forest—a beast that even several body-tempering strongmen working together could hardly withstand a single palm strike. Inside the village, the elderly, women, and children turned pale in an instant, retreating in panic, crying out in terror: “A-Huang, run! It’s the Blackrock Bear King!” Children wailed, everyone terrified. The small mountain village was instantly thrown into panic. Only Lin Huang stood motionless, the silent killing intent at the bottom of his eyes slowly awakening. Born in death, raised in slaughter—his Dao had never known the word *retreat*. The Blackrock Bear King’s eyes were bloodshot, locked onto the lone youth at the village gate. Its enormous bear paw, wrapped in a violent, frenzied wind, tore through the air and slammed toward Lin Huang’s head, aiming to crush this insignificant human in one blow. Wind rushed to his face; killing intent loomed large. At this critical moment, instead of retreating, Lin Huang stepped forward! His five fingers clenched—knuckles cracking—and his bare mortal palm met the ten-thousand-jin bear force head-on! *BANG!!* A deafening explosion erupted. Airwaves swept in all directions, sending gravel and dust flying. The entire village stared, pupils constricting, their faces full of disbelief. The Blackrock Bear King, tyrant of the desolate mountains, had its thick forepaw instantly burst apart. Bones shattered inch by inch. Its massive body trembled violently as it let out a heart-wrenching, agonized howl. Lin Huang’s feet were rooted to the ground, not budging an inch. His clothes flapped loudly, his eyes cold as frost. “To survive in the barren wilds, the weak have no right to speak of life.” “Offend my village—you must die.” His words were indifferent, yet carried the majesty of a supreme being that spanned ten thousand years. In a past life, he had crushed all races and wielded authority over the heavens’ lives and deaths. In this life, even with his cultivation sealed, his innate, overbearing ruthlessness had never faded. Before the bear king could scramble away, Lin Huang flashed forward like a ghost, instantly closing the distance to the beast’s massive body. His single hand clasped its thick neck. Icy killing intent swept through the beast—no hesitation. *Crack!* The crisp sound echoed through the mountains. The forest overlord, the Blackrock Bear King, slumped its head, its life instantly severed. The colossal body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The mountains fell silent; not a crow dared call. The villagers stood frozen, staring blankly at the youth’s figure standing atop the beast’s corpse, their hearts shaken, unable to speak. A fierce wind brushed past. The youth’s back was lonely and straight. No one knew that today’s battle in the barren mountain was only the beginning. A long-silent, broken-bodied supreme being opened his eyes once more from within the dust. From now on—through the nine heavens and ten lands, all myriad races and heavens—he would pave his way with slaughter and ascend again to the absolute peak!