Moyue Continent Eastern Realm, Cloud Country, Cold State, Lingling City, Lu Manor.

It was snowing like goose feathers as it descended, the lights were dim, the sky was like two moons and the sky was like two moons, the east was like snow, and the west was like blood.

Lu Li's body trembled, his eyes suddenly opened, revealing a clear gaze, as though he was looking at the stars in the sky.

He finally opened his eyes.

"Origin calendar, year 1017? "Damn, he's been dead for more than a thousand years. How can he be revived like this …"

After he calculated in his heart, Lu Li could not help but laugh bitterly. From the looks of it, the expert who fell a thousand years ago should have been revived …

A thousand years ago, the blood moon swept across the skies, Demons descended onto the world, attacking human Holy Capital Dynasty. The three Demon Emperors of the Devil Realm had invaded half of the continent and attacked the walls of the Holy Capital Dynasty.

At this critical juncture, the ultimate expert of the continent called the 'Holy Lord' — Venerable Di Yan Lu Li, wielding the eight sacred objects, right hand holding the 'Cloud Cleaving Sword', left holding the 'Starry Chess', and fighting against the three Demon Emperors for five days and four nights, finally causing two of them to die and one of them to flee!

Afterwards, his Moyue Continent was split into two, and humans lived in the Eastern Realm. They hid their Demons within, and were forced to swear an oath not to fight for a thousand years. The Venerable Di Yan also passed away from grave injuries, the human clan was given the title of 'Origin of Beginning', this year was the first year of history, the Holy Capital Dynasty had expanded into six nations, seventy-two prefectures, and the eight sacred objects were scattered across the world.

From then on, the Spirit Master became the ruler of the world, and a tide of cultivation began to surge, with the emergence of many strong human warriors, and the Immortal Venerable Di Yan Lu Li became the legendary legend, revered by tens of thousands of generations.

However, when the protagonist of this beautiful piece of news sensed his own cultivation, he immediately discovered that the current him, was only at Spirit Rest …

With this body, the youth with the same name as him, who was born in an aristocratic family of the Spirit Master, ranked third, whose father was still the Patriarch, entered the Cold Sword Sect to cultivate at the age of twelve, who enjoyed the title of 'number one in the Cold State.' He was also the successor of the Patriarch, so his future should be bright.

However, after entering the sect for only two years, he had been beaten to death by his elder brother. He had been chased out of the sect, and when he returned home, he had been bullied. A few days ago, he had been poisoned to death by someone …

When he thought about how people from inside and outside of his house would actually want his life, Lu Li's heart suddenly burned with a nameless fire. He grabbed his pillow and threw it onto the ground!

"Eh? Big Brother Lu Li, you … You're awake! "

The door suddenly opened, revealing a young girl.

"Oh, Yuelu?" Lu Li turned his head and grinned.

According to his memories, this girl was called Leng Yuelu, his fiancee.

The young girl was a beautiful woman, and there was no one in the whole of Lingling City who did not know her. She was fifteen years old, but she was tall and slender, like a young master swearing to die, and now, this unparalleled beauty was clad in a plain robe, like a pink and white lotus shrouded in mist.

"Tsk tsk, it seems like this Saint's luck with women is quite good in this life!" Lu Li pinched his chin, and looked at Leng Yuelu with a wretched gaze, and sighed in his heart.

Leng Yuelu didn't mind Lu Li's hooligan's gaze. He put down the soup in his hands and ran over to the side of the bed to sit down. Then he threw himself into Lu Li's embrace, crying like a pear in the rain.

"Great …" Great... Big Brother Lu Li, you're fine! "

Before Lu Li could react, a gust of fragrant wind blew over, following that was a soft and rich wonderful feeling on his chest.

"Cough, which bastard is giving this Saint …" A drug for me? " Lu Li patted Leng Yuelu's back, his mouth almost going bald from talking too much.

"Other than that damnable Lu Qian, who else could it be? It's not like he has been coveting the position of Patriarch for one or two days already. It's almost time for Clan. Other than you, there's no one else in the family who can compete with him. "

Leng Yuelu snorted, "This afternoon, he caught a servant committing capital punishment, and immediately killed him to silence him, then let's forget about this matter."

Lu Li lowered her head and glanced at Leng Yuelu, her gaze just happening to glance past the slightly opened collar, catching a glimpse of her white and delicate chest, which had yet to fully develop, and immediately felt a bit of heat on her cheeks.

Perhaps the two of them had a good relationship to begin with, and they weren't that old either. Their thoughts were as pure as white paper. But Lu Li right now was different, she was clearly committing a crime of attractiveness!

Lu Li moved his body a little further away, in case some evil thing in his crotch was unable to settle down. After sitting down, he laughed awkwardly and said: "I'm afraid he is not only greedy for the Patriarch's position."

That Lu Qian was his second brother, his cultivation talent was still passable.

The eldest son of the Lu Family's direct descendant was a Cold Sword Sect disciple, so it was basically impossible for him to return to inherit the family business. As long as Lu Li died, the right to inherit the Patriarch's position would belong to him, Lu Qian. When the time came, with the excuse of "taking care of the widow in place of his younger brother", he would take over Leng Yuelu, who was a beauty of this world, as his own. He would truly be a winner in life!

Thinking of this, Lu Li felt both angry and amused.

As if she had noticed Lu Li's gaze, Leng Yuelu's beautiful face immediately flushed red. Her small hands held onto her chest and pouted like jelly, not daring to raise her head.

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Then, Leng Yuelu raised his big watery eyes and looked at Lu Li: "Speaking of which, Big Brother Lu Li, why did you suddenly … Is it the effect of the medicine I used before? "

Lu Li calmed his mood for a moment, then nodded his head: "Perhaps, where did you get the medicinal ingredients for the medicine?"

"Uncle split half of the medicine he used with me. This is already the sixth day." Leng Yuelu softly sighed, and said with some helplessness.

Lu Li frowned, the father of this body, who was originally a Spirit Master of Spirit-plasma Realm, could be considered a strong warrior in this Tomb City. Unfortunately, his cultivation had been crippled by his elder brother along with his Cold Sword Sect, and his body was also riddled with hidden injuries.

Ever since then, almost all the medicinal ingredients allocated to him in the clan had been used on his father. Now, half of them had been given to him.

As his gaze drifted away, Lu Li once again saw the small wound on Leng Yuelu's hand that had been cut by a few reverse thorns. It was clear that it was caused by digging out medicinal herbs.

Lu Li's heart grew warm. He grinned and stood up, "Yuelu, go back and rest first, tell father that I'm fine now. I'll be participating in the Clan three days later."

"But that Lu Qian fellow …" Leng Yuelu was obviously a little worried, after all, that fellow was not a good person.

Lu Li disagreed and laughed indifferently.

"Don't worry, I'll 'entertain' him well!" Lu Li caressed Leng Yuelu's hair, feeling no pressure at all. A junior who only knew how to use underhanded methods couldn't even be considered an ant!

"You have the final say. I'll be leaving first. Uncle will be very happy to know that you're awake!"

Leng Yuelu said goodbye, leaned over and kissed Lu Li on the cheek, then stuck out his tongue playfully. Without waiting for Lu Li to reply, his cheeks flushed red, he turned and ran.

Watching Leng Yuelu leave, Lu Li thought back to the beauty beside him, then sat down cross legged immediately and displayed a cultivation posture of Wu Xin Xiang Tian.

In this world where the strong were revered, only strength could decide everything!

"Eh? This body's spiritual energy attributes... It's actually the Darkness Attribute! "

Holding his breath and looking into his body, Lu Li saw that the spirit qi that was entrenched in his body was completely black, and immediately frowned.

The first realm of Spirit Master's cultivation, called the Spirit Rest Realm, is the realm where spiritual energy gathers in the body, which means Spirit Rest, Water, Fire, Wind, Thunder, Earth, Wood, Light and Darkness. The human Spirit Master s usually have one of these eight commonly seen attributes, but because of the spiritual energy of the world, the Darkness Attribute only accounts for a small portion of it.

"Hmm? Wrong... Why is this spiritual energy increasing by itself?! "

Suddenly, Lu Li felt something was wrong, he immediately checked his body, and shockingly discovered that in just a few breaths of time, the ball of spirit energy in his body had grown to a whole circle that could be seen with the naked eye!

Lu Li spread out his palm and a cluster of spirit energy jumped out from his palm, like a pile of pitch-black flames.

That ball of spirit energy was like fire, but it wasn't fire. The only feeling it gave people was the profoundness.

"Could it be that my original attributes have fused with the attributes of this body?" Lu Li raised his eyebrows in doubt, he rearranged his cultivation posture and started to cultivate.

With a thought, the ball of spiritual energy in Lu Li's body started to spin slowly. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth started to gather crazily and pour into his body.

The spirit energy had only circulated once in his body, and Lu Li was already extremely shocked.

The cultivation speed of this strange Black Fire was more than ten times faster than when he was cultivating fire attribute spiritual energy before his rebirth!

"Good stuff, I'll just call you … The Moulin Fire is ready! "

Lu Li, on the other hand, did not care about the true nature of the pitch black spirit energy. After all, he was a peerless Ranker with the title of 'Di Yan'.

"The brat who poisoned this Saint. Three days later, I guarantee that you will die an ugly death!"