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This was an unknown world in the universe. There were dao elementalists, martial cultivators, demonic elementalists, undead beings, and even zombies. This world began with the era of the Gods. After more than two hundred million years, the gods had fallen, and the era had come to an end.

After the gods disappeared, every force began to dominate the region and create a nation, forming the era of a thousand kingdoms. Under the baptism of 500 million years and more, countries began to attack each other due to the emergence of conflicts of interest. The war between countries caused the citizens to lose their lives. The citizens fought against it, and the thousand kingdoms perished in the long flow of time. With the destruction of over a thousand countries, people began to lead their own lives. After going through changes in time, an era of ten thousand sects had already been formed, so they were named Wanzong Continent.

Wanzong Continent, an area dominated by a sect, and his clan was dominating an area. Humans, demons, ghosts, and other such beings stood proud at the top of the Wanzong Continent. Demonic beasts ate humans, ghosts ate humans, and humans killed. People exterminated demons, and humans descended demons. This caused the world to become chaotic, and the ordinary people's suffering was indescribable.

Under the calamity of demons, monsters and ghosts, in order to live a better life, people began to diligently cultivate. Thus, humans were divided into two types of cultivation methods, one was called a warrior, the other was called a cultivator.

Warriors are strong and healthy. They extend their lifespan and become the mainstream of Wanzong Continent. Everyone can learn the body of a warrior." Martial practitioners were proud to be a Martial Disciple. If they couldn't even be a Martial Disciple, they could only be an ordinary person.

Cultivators that defy the will of the heavens, subdue demons, exterminate devils, they must protect the peace of the world. To become a cultivator, one must have spiritual roots, so cultivators are relatively rare. Because cultivators change their fate in a way that defies the will of the heavens, their levels are divided by their lives. The Fated Disciple was only a starting point. The Fated Master was the one who had stepped into the Dao. The Fated King would be able to control objects and fly when he became an expert. He would be able to travel between the heaven and earth.

Cultivators were divided into two types, buddhist cultivators were Dao cultivators. The Taoist had two branches, Tianyi and Zhenzhen, the Heaven can be a family, Zhenzhen wholeheartedly cultivated to sever ties of love. Buddhist, edible meat, do not shave, Wuxin, garlic, spring onion, spring onion, spring water.

Cultivator Class: Fated Disciple, Fated Master, Fated General, Fated King, Fated Emperor, Life Emperor, Life Saint, Life Goddess.

Warrior Rank: Martial Disciple, Martial Master, Martial General, Martial King, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint, Martial Saint, Martial Saint.

Undead level: Spirit Apostle, Spirit Master, Spirit Knight, Spirit King, Spirit Emperor, Spirit Elder, Spirit Saint, Death God.

Demonic cultivator level: Demonic Apostle, Demonic Master, Demonic General, Demonic King, Demon Emperor, Demonic Emperor, Demonic Lord, Demonic Saint, Demons God.

Zombie level: stiff human (like human walking, can hide zombie teeth), stiff spirit, rigid sky, rigid king, rigid emperor zombie, zombie emperor, zombie sovereign, rigid saint, zombie progenitor.

Whether it was a warrior or cultivator, each rank was divided into the initial stage, intermediate stage, advanced stage, and great perfection.

This world where the strong preyed on the weak, a world where self-deception and deceit took place, until the appearance of a beast race. It was the beginning of a legend.

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In the mountains far away from Wanzong Continent, there was a Mount Shu Dao Gate and under the Mount Shu Dao Gate, there was a normal little village. On a sunny and sunny day, the village was bustling with noise and excitement.

"Yi Ai, you punk, stop right there!" A slightly plump, middle-aged woman holding a broom was chasing after a seventeen or eighteen year old youth.

"Don't let me grab you, or I'll break your hand!" An old man with a cane in his hand was panting heavily, yet he did not stop his pursuit of the young man.

Behind him were forty to fifty people. Some held brooms, some held wooden sticks, and they were chasing the young man relentlessly. This chase added a lot of life to the plain little village.

The teenager was eighteen years old and his name was Yi Ai. He was an orphan. At the beginning of his abandonment, in a deep forest, an old man who had been displaced discovered him and ran all the way to the small village to settle down. Because Yi Ai had a token inside his clothes with the word "Yi" engraved on the front and the word "Love" engraved on the back, the old man named him Yi Ai.

The good times did not last long. The old man died of illness within two years, and people in the village continued to adopt Yi Ai. The people who adopted Yi Ai all died because of various reasons. Everyone else's name was Yi Ai, the bane of the world.

"Alright, let's stop for a moment!" Just put on an act, let's go home and eat! " The person holding the walking stick was the village chief, a person of great prestige in the village.

"The Village Chief is right, if we chase them like this for a while, the God of Heaven will think that we have nothing to do with Yi Ai and will not punish us!" A middle-aged uncle said slowly while panting heavily. Although the gods had disappeared, ordinary people believed that the gods were in the sky, always watching everything below the ground.

"Seriously, since we're going to eat and drink, let him steal from the entrance!" The slightly plump middle-aged woman was sweating non-stop and was extremely tired.

"Haha, Big Sister Wang, you're not much better than us either. You are much smarter than us to have the chicken leg hung on the door for theft. " The middle-aged uncle laughed heartily and joked with each other.

"There is also no rule stating that the chicken leg that has just been cooked cannot be taken out to be exposed to the sun. Who would have thought that it would be stolen? I have nothing to do with the Heaven Destroyer Calamity! " The middle-aged woman had a smile on her face as the crowd started to head home.

The villagers did not dare to openly help Yi Ai, as they were afraid of being implicated by the fate of the Heaven Destroyer, Solitary Star. Therefore, he started to help out in all kinds of ways. Some of them left food at the door, some passed Yi Ai and intentionally dropped some copper coins.

Yi Ai carried a jar of wine in his hands, a chicken leg in his arms and a bag on his back. Noticing that there was no one chasing after him, he slowed down his pace and walked towards a river not too far away.

A gentle breeze blew past. Yi Ai's worn-out long sleeves slightly rippled. The long hair on his head was blown up by the wind, revealing a dirty face. Yi Ai came to the river side, put down the wine jar, opened his bag, took out a chicken leg and started to eat.

"The village chief's rice wine is pretty good. Uncle Li's steamed bun is also quite delicious. Aunt Wang's chicken leg is the most delicious." Yi Ai threw the bones after eating the chicken leg into the muddy river and revealed a satisfied smile.

This river was called Mudflow River. The silt within surged, and when leaves fell into it, they would quickly sink. It was extremely terrifying. Yi Ai drank his rice wine as he ate the steamed buns. He looked at the muddy river and slowly said, "The goose feather cannot float, the reed flower will definitely sink to the bottom." You walk in the muddy river, just like me, making people not dare to get close to you. "

The Mudflow River seemed to be responding to Yi Ai. On the riverbank beside the mat, a clump of mud collapsed, creating a rumbling sound.

"You are more vicious than me. You can vent your anger on the earth, but I can only live the life of a thief." All these years of living alone had made Yi Ai's heart want to be tied down.

"Sigh, 18 years. I, Yi Ai, was the Earth God Thief, and yet I fell to such a state. Other people would be rich and powerful when they transmigrated, but I, on the other hand, had such a bitter life. " Yi Ai smiled bitterly, picked up the wine jar and started drinking.

After Yi Ai had eaten his fill, he rubbed his stomach and lay down under a willow tree. He touched the crystal necklace on his neck and slowly said, "For you, I, Earth's number one god thief, was actually killed on the spot. However, you are indeed mysterious, you actually brought me reincarnation. I don't know what it was like to see the necklace on my mother's finger when she gave birth to me! "

Under the warm sunlight, Yi Ai closed his eyes and started to recall his experiences. Yi Ai still vaguely remembered that he was only one year old at the time. His mother brought him to be hunted down, but was forced to throw him to the side of the road due to helplessness.

In the blink of an eye, seventeen years had passed. In these seventeen years, Yi Ai had suffered a lot. At the age of twelve, he used the Mount Shu's Tao technique, but was chased down the mountain without any spiritual roots. At the age of thirteen, he wanted to learn martial arts from others, but he had no money to pay the tuition fees. Thus, he could only return to the village and continue living off the relief provided by the villagers. Thinking about it, Yi Ai fell asleep.

When Yi Ai woke up, it was already dark. He left the river and arrived at a shabby house outside the village. There was no lighting in the room, but it was very bright. It turned out that there were a few holes in the roof, and the moonlight illuminated the house. In the corner of the house, there was some straw. Yi Ai was lying on top of it. Ye Zichen crossed his legs with both hands and looked at the moon through the hole in the sky in a daze.

At midnight, the village's shouts and cries disturbed Yi Ai, who could not fall asleep for a long time. Yi Ai got up and went out of the house. He saw that the village was on fire.

"Everyone, run! There's a bandit killing his way into the village!" A villager, holding an iron basin and wooden roots, was running and knocking on the door.

"Not good, there are bandits here to rob the village, I have to hurry up and help." Yi Ai rushed to the village and arrived there to see the bandits brazenly slaughtering the bandits.

"Uncle Li, wake up!" Yi Ai came to the side of Uncle Li, who was covered in blood. He couldn't help but tear up as he looked at the dying Uncle Li.

"Yi Ai, run!" Uncle Li used his last breath and pushed Yi Ai away, telling him to quickly escape.

"If you want to leave, let's leave together!" Yi Ai went forward and wanted to bring Uncle Li with him to escape, but he found that Uncle Li had already stopped breathing and died with grievances.

"Damned bandits! I, Yi Ai, am irreconcilable with you!" Yi Ai picked up Uncle Li's kitchen knife and rushed towards the bandits.

Old Village Head led the villagers and retreated as they fought, so that the elderly, children, women and children could escape out of the village first. When Old Village Head saw Yi Ai rushing towards the bandits, he hastily shouted, "Yi Ai, quickly go! Don't do anything stupid!"

"I, Yi Ai, will never forget the help that the villagers have given me. I am a lone star in the apocalypse, what's there to fear about my death? Old Village Head, you guys hurry up and leave, I'll stop them. " Yi Ai brandished his kitchen knife and hacked at the bandits the moment he saw them.

"In our village, we are simple and happy, and everyone loves each other. We do not harm people, we wholeheartedly want to be good, why did we suffer so much? "My sons, our homeland cannot be destroyed! Kill them all and chase away the bandits!" Old Village Head saw that Yi Ai was in high spirits and did not care about death, so he felt touched. He brandished his crutches and led the villagers in a fierce battle.

"Haha, how dare a group of men with a wooden stick and a kitchen knife resist us? Brothers, let them experience our power! " The leader of the bandits carried a large blade on his shoulder and looked at the villagers. He could not help but mock them.

Yi Ai saw a bandit in a stalemate with the villagers. He held his kitchen knife and rushed forward, slashing the bandit's back. The skin on the bandit's back was ripped open, but he turned around and glared at Yi Ai.

Yi Ai couldn't help but take a step back when he saw the bandit's expression. The bandit kicked away the villagers and stabbed into Yi Ai's stomach. He said in a bloodthirsty tone, "You will have to pay the price for injuring me."