Killing God - Chapter 0

Chapter Prologue
Preface

3rd month, 5th day, overcast.

The morning light lit up from the east and gradually illuminated the earth. It crossed the towering Heavenly Yin Mountain Range and landed in Xilu City at the foot of the mountain. It illuminated this bustling city and reminded countless families in the city that a new day had begun.

The youth, Shen Shi, naturally woke up.

He lay motionless under the warm blanket before dawn, looking quietly at the roof of the house. He sat up from his warm and comfortable bed, stretched, lifted the blanket, got out of bed, walked to the window, and gently pushed the two windows open.

A fresh morning breeze blew in from the courtyard outside, bringing with it a hint of coolness and the faint fragrance of grass in the courtyard. Shen Shi stretched out his arms and expanded his chest. He took a deep breath, then subconsciously raised his head to look into the distance. What he saw was the majestic and undulating figure of the Heavenly Yin Mountain Range. Of course, there were also the gray clouds that gathered around the mountain peak all year round.

Will it be a fine day today?

He gaze expressionlessly at that majestic mountain. After a while, he turned around and sat down at a desk not far from him, lean against the window wall. The furnishings in this room were very simple. The bed and wardrobe at the end of the bed, the desk by the window, and a few large boxes by the table. Other than that, there were only books.

The large bookshelf that occupied an entire wall was divided into seven floors, filled with old and new books. At first glance, many of the scrolls were worn out, as if they were often flipped through by others.

Compared to the daily desk, the desk in Shen Shi’s room was slightly longer. It was properly placed on the left side of the window. There were three large boxes stacked on each side of the desk, a total of six. They were all woven from gray-brown vines. They looked sturdy and square. They were almost all placed on Shen Shi’s chest. It was unknown what was inside.

Sitting at the desk, Shen Shi calmed down. Then, with a faint expression, he reached out and took a piece of white paper that had been carefully cut into three inches wide and four inches long and placed it in front of him. All the ink, paper, and inkstones on the table were ready. Shen Shi also made his own move, adding water to mill the ink. When he was ready, he dipped the pen into the ink and began to put the pen on the paper.

The black ink appeared between the white paper and pointed at the pen holder as it moved gently. It did not tremble at all along the way and appeared to be very stable. As the handwriting moved, it was calm and smooth. It seemed that he had already practiced the drawing countless times and was already familiar with it. It was just that the youth’s handwriting was beautiful, but what formed on the white paper was not ordinary words. Instead, it was strange and twisted patterns. There were simple and complicated patterns that were different from each other. Normal people could hardly understand the meaning behind these strange patterns at first glance. It was said that some people would believe it if it was ghost talismans.

Even so, Shen Shi was still quietly drawing. There were a total of ten different twisted patterns. Looking at how difficult it was, an ordinary person would feel dizzy just by looking at them. However, he was extremely skilled in drawing. There was no hesitation between his strokes, and it was unknown how long he had practiced.

Just like that, he drew five blank sheets of paper in succession, Only then did Shen Shi let out a sigh of relief. He put down the brush in his hand and rubbed his wrist. He looked at the white paper in front of him that was painted with strange patterns. After a while, he nodded in satisfaction. Then, he stood up and picked up the white paper and walked to the large box on the left. He opened the lid of the box at the top.

The boxes were piled up one after another, all of them were white paper the same size as the ones in his hands. They were almost filled with this large box, and each piece of white paper was also painted with those strange patterns.

Shen Shi gently put the five pieces of white paper into the box. His gaze paused for a moment before closing the lid of the box. He then looked at the six large boxes placed on both sides of the desk. The corner of his mouth slowly revealed a trace of a smile.

Then, he turned around and looked outside the house. Under the cloudy sky, the enormous mountain range covered in dark clouds was still standing silently in the distance.

④

On the other side of the courtyard, Outside a secluded corridor railing, In the cool morning breeze, After the small flowers and grass on the eaves of the green fence, Standing there was a short and plump man. He was quietly staring at the youth behind the window in front of him. Watching him get up and open the window, watching him smiling lazily, watching him raise his brush to practice drawing, watching him smile calmly, and feeling a little complacent like a teenager, stroking those big boxes. Although they were filled with useless white paper, it took him many years of effort, perhaps it was his most precious treasure.

He looked at the youth quietly. His eyes were bright and clear. The depths of his eyes still carried a faint trace of warmth and memories. At this moment, Shen Shi walked to the window. His gaze quickly turned and he saw this man. A trace of a smile appeared on his face as he waved his hand and said, “Father!”

He laughed heartily and did not purposely suppress his voice. The short and fat man, Shen Shi’s father, waved his hand at Shen Shi with a smile. Shen Shi opened the door and ran over. He ran to the corridor and came to Shen Tai’s side in a flash.

Shen Tai stretched out his hand to touch Shen Shi’s head and asked gently, “Are you tired?”

Shen Shi shook his head and smiled, “I’m not tired. I’m already used to it.”

Shen Tai smiled and said, “The Yin Yang Five Elements Ten Symbols are rare, arduous, complicated, and twisted. Even in the cultivation world, few people have ever touched upon them. It’s really not easy for you to persist in drawing for seven years at such a young age.” After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something and pondered for a moment before continuing,

‘”Although Talisman Arts are just small ways and are not valued by people in the cultivation world, if you can persevere any longer and make further progress in the future, it might not be impossible for you to rely on them in your path of cultivation. Father has been urging you all these years for your own good. Don’t blame me in your heart.”

Shen Shi chuckled. He shook his head and smiled without saying a word. Looking at the expression on his face, it was carved from the same mold as his father. Xiao seemed incomparable.

However, Shen Tai was confused for no reason, as if another familiar figure was floating in front of him.

After a while, Shen Tai seemed to wake up from a distant memory. He shook his head and smiled, “Let’s go. Today is a good day. Let’s go pay our respects to your mother and talk to her properly.”

Shen Shi agreed and followed behind his father towards the front hall. As he walked, he raised his head to look at the sky. The dark gray sky was covered in clouds as usual.

④

Smoke curled up and floated up between the three fragrance pillars. Shen Tai, Shen Shi, and their son were standing in a secluded quiet room. In front of them was an incense table. On it was a spirit tablet. From top to bottom, the number “Spirit Position of the Bai Clan of Shen Men” was simply written.

A small incense burner in front of the spirit tablet had already been inserted with a few incense sticks. The two of them stood quietly in front of the incense table. Normally, they would always be a short and fat man with a smile on his face. At this moment, they stopped smiling and silently stood in front of the spirit tablet of their deceased wife. They quietly stared at the spirit tablet.

As for Shen Shi, he stood behind his father. He clasped his hands together and bowed three times to the tablet. His lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something to the deceased mother’s spirit tablet in his heart.

The quiet room was quiet until Shen Tai suddenly opened his mouth and said, “Little Stone, remember what I told you?”

Shen Shi’s body suddenly trembled, as if all the muscles in his body had suddenly tensed up at that moment. He suddenly raised his head and looked at his father’s back. Shen Tai did not turn his head. He was still standing there with his back to him, staring at the spirit tablet on the incense table.

“I remember” After a while, Shen Shi replied in a low voice. However, for some reason, his voice carried a hint of difficulty.

“Alright.” Shen Tai slowly nodded, paused for a moment, and then said, “Today is the day.”

Shen Shi looked at his father’s calm figure in front of him. A flash of light flashed past the corner of his eyes, only to discover that his hands, which seemed to be casually hanging by his side, had clenched their fists tightly at some unknown time. They were so strong that even the joints of his bones were faintly pale.

“Father.” Shen Shi let out a soft cry. A complicated and worried expression flashed across his face, but he hesitated to say anything.

Although Shen Tai did not turn around, he seemed to feel something. After a long silence, he said softly, “Three days ago, I received a letter from Elder Song in the sect.” At this point, Shen Tai paused for a moment. An inexplicable smile flashed across the corners of his mouth. He smiled bitterly as if he was sour, bringing with him a bit of frustration and pain. Finally, there was a hint of hidden hatred.

He turned around and looked at Shen Shi. Looking at his only son, his flesh and blood, he said softly, “They have already taken back the spot for you to enter the mountain to cultivate and transferred it to the Wang Clan.”

Shen Shi’s breathing instantly stopped. The corner of his eyes involuntarily twitched a few times. Shen Tai took a long breath and said, “We have no way out, Little Stone.”

Shen Shi slowly lowered his head. After a long time, he whispered, “I understand, Father.”

Shen Tai stared at his son and suddenly walked forward. He hugged him tightly in his arms, as if afraid that if he let go, his son would leave him forever. Shen Shi clenched his teeth and the muscles on his face trembled slightly. He whispered, “Father, it’s fine. I’m not afraid.”

Shen Tai closed his eyes. Then, he bit by bit released his arm and lowered his voice. In a voice that only Shen Shi could hear, he said, “Leave now. Do as we said before. Wait for me at the butcher’s place.”

Shen Shi nodded heavily and took a deep look at his father, who had been with him for more than ten years. Without hesitation, he turned around and strode out of the quiet room.

Shen Tai’s gaze fluttered along with his son’s figure until his back disappeared and his footsteps finally disappeared. Only then did he slowly turn around and face the spirit tablet on the incense table again.

The smoke curled around the tablet, making the handwriting of the tablet somewhat blurry.

Shen Tai’s tightly clenched right hand slowly spread out. In the center of his palm was a small green jade hourglass. It was only about half an inch long, and fine white sand silently dripped down from it. However, it looked rather worn out, and its luster was also very dim. It was a worthless gadget from the past.

He stared deeply at the small jade hourglass, then raised his head and looked at the spirit tablet. Suddenly, he smiled and said, “Xiao Bai, you must bless our son.”

④

This year, it was the beginning of the human race’s zhaoji, overthrowing the Heavenly Yao Royal Court, which had once been extremely powerful and ruled over the Primordial Chaos Realms for a long time. After abolishing the yao calendar and creating the human calendar, it was already 10,766 years.

Time passed quickly. The sages of the past had passed and the flames of war had dissipated. The fierce battle between demons and humans had gradually become a topic that only people would occasionally recall in their spare time.

As they chatted, they recalled the great deeds of the six saints of the human race and laughed at the defeat of Demon race in the past.

When the country broke through the Dead Clan Day and fled in panic, he thought back to the final battle of the past year, when millions of human cultivators covered the sky and surrounded the magnificent and extraordinary capital of Demon race, Tianhong City. The heavens and earth were filled with killing intent. The Six Saints stood on the clouds and waved their hands, causing the lives of countless creatures to fly into ashes and blood to drift in the oars. In the sea of blood and mountains of corpses, the last traces of Heavenly Yao Royal Court’s aura were buried in the ruins of the imperial palace.

Ten thousand years later, outside the labyrinth of the deep ruins, in the dead of night, it was said that people could still hear the shrill cries of countless ghosts who had died.

However, in the end, a new page had been turned in the mortal world.

Apart from a few evading monsters, the monster race’s final and most elite battle power, including four of the five Heavenly Yaos, was completely annihilated in the Battle of Tianhong Imperial Capital. The remnants of the demon race were like stray dogs, and they could not escape back to the demon realm where the demon race originated. However, in the face of the human pursuers who were reluctant to part ways and seek to wipe out their roots, The demons were forced to sacrifice the life of the last powerful Heavenly Yao to destroy the Yin Nether Pagoda, the demon race’s divine artifact, and turn the Green Spirit Realm into a dead sea of Yin Fiends. Only then did they block the pursuers of the human race. At the same time, they would be imprisoned in that demon realm and would never be able to return.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years had passed. The peerless figures who were once exceptionally talented were unable to resist the erosion of time. Only the countless statues of monuments erected by the descendants were left behind, and they would forever be passed down in the Primordial Chaos Realms. After ten thousand years, the human race had become even more prosperous. Especially since the era of the human-demon war, the cultivation of dao techniques that had been pioneered had already far surpassed the previous generation after countless generations of elite human geniuses and geniuses’ intensive research. In his entire life, he was even more overbearing than Primordial Chaos. All outsider geniuses were suppressed to the point that they could only hide their tracks and survive. They were utterly unable to contend against powerful human cultivators, especially those who were as powerful as the stars and were incomparably powerful at the same time.

This year was the 10,766 year of the human calendar, and it was also a prosperous time for the human race, where flowers bloomed and flames cooked oil.

This year, the Dark Fiend Sea of the Azure Spirit Realm still covered the entire world, separating the enemies of the human and demon races that were as deep as the sea, and it seemed that it would continue like this forever.

In this year, the ten legendary Heavenly Realms in the 108 Great Meng Realms were still mysterious legends. The Demon Realm and the Azure Spirit Realm that had transformed into the Dead Sea Hell were silently hidden in the corners of people’s memories. The vast Great Meng Realm was the leader, and the remaining 96 Realms, large and small, were under the control of the human race.

This year, Shen Shi was twelve years old.

For him, the road of life was full of surges, and he was about to turn a new page.

A new book, a new beginning of life … There will be a change later, today’s first day will be three more. ()