Chapter 89: First Steps on the Demonic Path (1)
Darkness. Absolute blackness.
Su Chen returned once more to the Reverse Fate Space. He opened the Reverse Fate Scripture.
[Eighth Life: You were an ordinary cowherd in the Dragon Firmament Dynasty. Hidden beneath that humble exterior was the last surviving descendant of a fallen clan from the Central Continent. Unwilling to accept an ordinary fate, you resolutely chose to embark on the path of cultivation.]
[You studied alchemy under the grandfather who raised you and found the art fascinating. After achieving proficiency, you severed all worldly ties, left the village, and rose to prominence. At the Dragon Firmament Dynasty's Alchemy Assembly, you claimed first place and became the youngest sixth-grade alchemist in history. You then joined the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land, seized a Heavenly Fire, and journeyed to the Central Continent. There, your mastery of the Eight Desolations Alchemy Method stunned the entire gathering, outshining every genius of your generation. In your youth, the alchemy world of an entire domain marveled because of you.]
[Despite the Pill God Hall's earnest pleas to stay, you decisively returned to the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land to further your studies.]
[You narrowly escaped death and annihilated your greatest enemy, yet you sensed the Heavenly Fire's nether qi growing stronger within you. Given enough time, it would devour your cultivation completely. Unwilling to let this life end so pathetically, you aspired to reach ninth-grade alchemy and witness even greater heights. While helping the sacred land build its alchemical foundation, you searched tirelessly for a way to neutralize the nether qi ravaging your body.]
[After passing all your knowledge to your disciples, heaven finally rewarded your persistence. You uncovered a method to resolve the nether qi. Leading a group into the extraterritorial void, you fought for the opportunity. Had you succeeded, the sacred land would have gained a ninth-grade Alchemy Saint, a figure who could dominate the Eastern Desolation for ten thousand years!]
[Alas… fate did not fully favor you this time. You succeeded in seizing the Heavenly Fire, but a spatial turbulence flung you into a minor world. Your injuries refused to heal. In a desperate final attempt to refine the Nine Yang True Flame, you failed and suffered a devastating backlash. Such was destiny. You left behind final words, hoping to leave one last favor for the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land, before perishing with regret inside that isolated minor world.]
[In this life, you were the darling of your era—yet ultimately its abandoned child. You shone brilliantly for a moment, but you never altered the great tide of the age.]