Martial God Storm

  "It's over!" His pupils suddenly constricted, and the feeling of his soul flying out of his body instantly filled his entire being. Tang Yan only felt a loud humming noise in his brain, and his consciousness completely returned to darkness.

  It was unclear how much time had passed, it felt like an instant and yet an eternity. The dormant consciousness once again regained its clarity. The intense suffocation and crushing pressure were as if countless insects and snakes were crawling and entwining inside and outside the body, and then there was... a sharp pain in the head like being stabbed with needles.

  "Ah! Uh! Gugugu!!" Tang Yan suddenly woke up, and immediately let out a mournful cry, but as soon as his mouth opened, it was filled with salty and bitter water, rushing straight into his throat and trachea, almost choking him to death.

  Here...

  Tang Yan stared around with eyes that were still unsettled from the shock.

  It seems like an abyss?! I've actually sunk into the abyss?!

  Darkness all around, no light, a deathly stillness, and the crushing weight of the water pressure almost squashing my body into a pulp.

  What's going on? What happened? Clearly in the underground tomb, how did it suddenly come to the deep pool?!

  Tang Yan is a tomb explorer enthusiast, who loves to explore all kinds of ancient tombs, but never steals or damages them. He does it purely for the thrill, to experience the ultimate rush of kissing death, and to enjoy the excitement of outsmarting tomb raiders. This extreme sport, which is almost like seeking death, is enough to make everyone avoid him like a snake's venom, yet he has been crazily obsessed with it since high school, and was even considered a classic case of "abnormal psychology" by his university teachers.

  His parents left early, leaving behind a dilapidated factory building and a debt of one million, but because of the demolition, he became rich overnight five years ago. His previously indifferent relatives and friends also became enthusiastic. To avoid these ugly faces and to pursue unlimited stimulation, Tang Yan, who was introverted and rebellious, left his hometown, bid farewell to the university campus, and traveled around with a backpack, searching for mysterious tombs and exploring their secrets and thrills.

  Three days ago, on the way to Luoyang Mangshan Mausoleum Group, a special earth mound was accidentally found in the wilderness of the mountain. The earth mound is not large, but it is located in the center of two desolate mountains, with a yin-yang embracing posture, and there is a special crack hidden under the weeds.

  Driven by curiosity, Tang Yan tidied up his equipment and walked in.

  But who would have thought... this wasn't a cave, but a tomb, an ancient giant tomb. Along the winding and twisting passage, it went forward for an unknown distance, extending deep into the darkness, unexpectedly discovering a gigantic stone coffin as black as ink.

  Tang Yan curiously examined it for a while, then tried to push open the coffin lid. In an instant, a thick, dark blue flame burst forth, illuminating the entire passageway and engulfing his own body.

  Consciousness was first dull and then clear, with a strange feeling of dying and rebirth, but... why did it end up in this deep pool?

  In a daze, Tang Yan's head transmitted waves of needle-like pain, bright red blood overflowing from his nostrils and earlobes, feeling that deep within his mind there seemed to be something that didn't belong to him.

  This is the mainland of Qí Tiān, also known as the mainland abandoned by the gods.

  There is no technological civilization, no modern weapons, no high-rise buildings, and no bars or dance halls.

  Here, might makes right, and the fittest survive. The people here can move mountains and fill seas, fly through the skies and traverse the land, control thunder and lightning, inscribe mysterious talismans, and command demonic beasts and spirits. Here, heroes rise together, nations vie for supremacy, and war rages on without end. To seize resources and maintain dominance, each nation and faction spares no effort in cultivating warriors, who in endless slaughter and conquest, enact the ultimate drama of power and imperial rule.

  In short, this is a magical world, this is a chaotic world, and this is also a crazy world.

  This body, which had been seized and occupied, shared the same name as his own - Tang Yan. He was the second young master of the Tang family, one of the six major families in the Northern Wilderness Domain of the Great Zhou Empire. With a halo of glory and a wealthy family background, he should have been able to soar to great heights and achieve great things. However, this young man was born with a lazy temperament and had no interest in cultivating martial arts. Moreover, his meridians were in disarray, like an old tree's gnarled roots, and from birth, he had been identified as a 'half-product'.

  Tang Yan is currently in the Illusory Forest, which is located in the northernmost part of the Empire's wilderness and occupies almost a third of the entire northern wilderness.

  They came here because of the Empire's biennial 'Baptism'.

  So-called "baptism" is to open up the spiritual pulse!

  On this extraordinary road, humans can break through their physical limits with the help of their own efforts or elixirs, becoming a powerful martial artist, possessing their own spiritual source. They formally embark on the path of martial arts cultivation. However, when a martial artist is about to transcend to the Wu Ling level, they need to go to a special location in the country to receive the ritual platform baptism and open up their spiritual veins.

  The baptism is successful, the muscles and bones are transformed, the spirit is refined, and a new path of cultivation is entered. Those with excellent innate abilities will have the opportunity to unlock their physical treasure and acquire special abilities that belong to them.

  The strength of the opened spiritual pulse determines future achievements and cultivation speed.

  If baptism is unsuccessful and fails to open up the spiritual pulse, then this life will be difficult to have great achievements.

  Every two years, all eighteen-year-olds below, with strength reaching the third-level martial artist, rich family sons or excellent college members, will be fortunate enough to receive an invitation to go to the altar for baptism.

  The altar of the northern wilderness of the empire is located in the central sacred spring area of the mystical forest.

  Half a month ago, the academies, merchant guilds and aristocratic families of the Northern Wilderness led their outstanding new generation from all directions into the Mystic Forest, heading towards the Altar.

  Tang Yan's Jù Xiàng Academy is also on this list.

  With Tang Yan's mediocre character and poor physique, he shouldn't have been qualified to participate. But the Tang family, in order to let him broaden his horizons, specially requested that 'Ji Xiang Academy' add an extra spot just for him, not for training, but just for the experience.

  Tang Yan had been doing evil deeds for a long time and was already hated by many people. So, when the group stopped to rest, he was framed by Miss Yang Ruyan and brought to this mysterious deep pool to be assassinated, and his body was left at the bottom of the pool.

  Rustle... Splash...

  A faint sound emerged from the quiet pool, and Tang Yan suddenly woke up while receiving a message.

  The still pond bottom ripples with strange waves, and in the boundless depths of the pond, a black shadow seems to be slowly floating, making a creaking sound. It sounds like some kind of friction, but also like the clanging of chains.

  Low and gloomy, with a sense of foreboding and eeriness, sending shivers down one's spine.

  Tang Yan was almost suffocated, his body still rapidly falling, Leng Buxin suddenly felt this strange thing in the endless darkness, and he was instantly chilled to the bone, unable to care about the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and struggled desperately to climb up.

  Can... a stone? There's actually a boulder half the size of a person tied to his body?! No wonder he kept sinking down.

  "This is to make me a dead body at the bottom of the pond and destroy all evidence? Damn Yang Ruyan, I will definitely overpower you!" Tang Yan cursed in his heart, struggling hard with his arms. In his previous life, in order to adapt to the tomb exploration movement, Tang Yan had learned many escape skills, let alone this rope was tied very poorly, and it was easy to break free from the restraint with a simple tug.

  The stone fell silently, hitting the black shadow below, and the dull impact sound spread faintly at the bottom of the lake, like a whisper of some kind of ghost language. Tang Yan finally saw clearly what it was - a coffin? It was actually a pitch-black coffin as big as a car.

  Why is it a coffin again! In my previous life, I was harmed by that coffin, and now I've encountered another one!

  Squeak, the coffin lid of the stone coffin slowly opened, a faint and eerie laugh echoed in the deep pool, wisps of crimson gas like blood rose slowly, as if having life, creeping upwards, rapidly chasing after Tang Yan who was fleeing.

  A thick and eerie aura silently filled the entire lake bottom!

  Is it evil? Is it resentment? Is it madness? Or... bloodiness!

  The blood mist condensed into a tendril-like shape, quickly wrapping around his legs and continuing to spread. The other blood mists in the surrounding area also wrapped around him, tightly enveloping Tang Yan in just a few seconds.

  "What the hell is this?" Tang Yan was shocked and trembling, almost going crazy. He had inexplicably arrived at this broken place, and then he had fallen into the Chen Shi Pond. Before he could even react, he was about to be swallowed by this strange thing?

  God, are you kidding me?

  In an instant, Tang Yan was completely enveloped in a bloody mist, with countless silk threads penetrating into his skin through the pores. A sharp stinging pain instantly spread throughout his body, and Tang Yan almost let out a blood-curdling scream, but he was at the bottom of the lake, and if he opened his mouth, he would surely drown.

  What's more...

  The air stuck in his chest was almost at its limit, and the feeling of suffocation grew stronger.

  "Just come back to life and want to die? Can still be a bit more suffocated?" Tang Yan was unwilling, struggling desperately, but the bloody fog seemed endless, tightly wrapped around him, and the blood-colored threads were still frantically squeezing and penetrating inside.

  The suffocating feeling grew stronger, consciousness began to blur, and the body became heavy as if filled with lead. Despairing emotions involuntarily entwined deep within the soul.

  BOOM！！ A violent rumbling sound like the morning drum and evening bell suddenly appeared, as if it came from the bottom of a deep pool, or was emitted from within a black coffin. A sharp golden light pierced through in an instant, bursting into brilliant light at the moment it approached Tang Yan.

  Ah!!!! Tang Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a sharp, ear-piercing scream like an infant. The bloody mist around him began to fluctuate violently, as if resisting the golden light, yet also struggling frantically. From the black coffin below, a beast-like roar of anger erupted simultaneously. A ferocious demon shadow seemed to be trying to break free from the coffin, but soon... A massive golden hand suddenly emerged from the coffin and tightly grasped the demon's throat.

  ROAR!!! The demonic shadow let out a furious roar, its thunderous voice shaking the bottom of the pool.

  Golden light ravages, a low and muffled murmur echoes faintly.

  Tang Yan was shocked and terrified, his mind a complete blank, with no idea what had happened or what the two virtual shadows below him were. However... as the bloody mist and golden threads continued to invade his body, something strange occurred - the suffocating feeling seemed to be slowly alleviating, the muscle pain easing, and in the dry meridians, there seemed to be a faint, unusual energy flowing through, nourishing his body and alleviating his injuries. The twisted, disordered knots of his incomplete meridians were one by one being untangled.

  Every time a node is broken through, the speed of energy flow increases by one point.

  At this moment, the dark giant coffin suddenly erupted, a fierce whirlpool appeared at the bottom of the deep pool, where it was pitch black and deathly silent, like the open jaws of a giant beast, or a rotating black hole, as if to swallow the entire abyss. Even Tang Yan received a strong tearing force, a cold and bone-piercing sense of despair spread throughout his body.

  "Go!" A low, stern voice came from the giant coffin, and at the same time, a strange and eerie power violently collided with Tang Yan.

  Tang Yan couldn't care about anything else, the feeling of panic tore at his consciousness, and his body used this force to frantically struggle upwards, his eyes staring fixedly upwards.

  But just how deep was this abyss? Struggling constantly, surging upwards constantly, it seemed like tens of minutes had passed, yet also as if several hours had passed, and still there was endless darkness, as if there was no end at all.

  The bloody mist was still raging around him, the golden light was still resisting, and the two strange energies were still tirelessly piercing into his body. Colliding with the meridians, tempering the flesh, and tearing at the nerves, but Tang Yan couldn't care about these things now.

  After an unknown period of time, the bitter persistence finally paid off, and a faint light appeared at the end of the dark line of sight.

  "Arrived?!" Tang Yan's spirit was slightly shaken, and he didn't know where the strength came from. The speed at which he struggled to climb up suddenly accelerated. The bright light became more and more obvious, clearer and clearer. In a daze, it seemed as if he had crawled out of a crack, and the entire world suddenly lit up.

  All around are water grass and swimming fish, full of life, completely different from the dead silence and darkness under the crack.

  Whoa!! Tang Yan suddenly rushed out of the water, lying on the ground with severe coughing and struggling to breathe. The whole person seemed to be collapsing, without any strength in his body. Gradually, his head tilted to one side, and he fell into a coma again.