Chapter 3: I am Yang Tianyou!

  "Ah, my head hurts so much, what's going on."

  In a chaotic burial mound, a man wearing tattered clothes spoke in a low voice.

  Looking at the muddy ground, it can be seen that a heavy rain has just fallen, and some low-lying areas are filled with accumulated water.

  The dense trees climbed on the ground of the hill, and the winding mountain road was deserted, with only these earth mounds looking so quiet.

  "Didn't I die in a huge fire? How did I end up here, it's so quiet!"

  Yang Tianyou regained his composure and carefully observed everything around him. For the materialistic Yang Tianyou, this was a cemetery, but that didn't mean it was impossible to take pictures. When people die, they are like extinguished lamps, but as an ordinary person, how could Yang Tianyou know if there really were souls in the world? It's just that people fear ghosts three parts and ghosts fear people seven parts; not seeing something doesn't mean it doesn't exist, and Yang Tianyou would eventually understand.

  "This can't be Earth, the air on Earth wouldn't be so fresh. Absolutely not. Then where is this?" Yang Tianyou muttered to himself in confusion.

  A gentle breeze blew through his disheveled hair, a few strands floating in front of Yang Tianyou's eyes, and he was momentarily stunned.

  "This, this is absolutely not me, absolutely not! Ah, how can it be like this?" Yang Tianyou was somewhat frantic, the unknown was terrifying, anyone would have such a feeling. Yang Tianyou discovered his own changes, frantically tearing at his clothes.

  "Ah," Yang Tianyou was stunned, with a bowl-sized wound on the upper part of his chest, fresh red flesh writhing non-stop, although Yang Tianyou didn't know how he got hurt, but he could imagine just how much harm this body had suffered when it was alive.

  Yang Tianyou saw his current appearance through the accumulated water in the small pit, with a clear and elegant face that had a hint of scholarly temperament. However, it was now covered with dirt and grime, and his bright eyes seemed to hold an inexplicable aura. Yet, for some reason, Yang Tianyou felt a sense of sadness and anger in his heart that he couldn't shake off. This uncontrollable feeling made him very uncomfortable.

  Looking at the slowly healing wound, Yang Tianyou felt a wave of amazement in his heart. This was absolutely not something that science could explain. Was there really such a miraculous medicine in the world? Even if there was, Yang Tianyou himself had never taken it before, so how...

  Yang Tianyou realized that he had transmigrated, transmigrating into this unknown man's body. Oh heavens, how could such a strange and supernatural thing happen to me? And it's even in this wretched state, definitely abandoned here by someone. Alas, my fate is truly bitter.

  I only hope that my parents and Luoyanqiu can live happily ever after, so I won't have sacrificed in vain. Thinking of Luoyanqiu's face makes Yang Tianyou's heart ache, wondering if they will ever meet again.

  Haha, but being able to survive is also lucky, maybe it's because God saw that I shouldn't die yet.

  Ximen finally died, the stone that had been weighing on Yang Tianyou's heart could be put down. In the instant he jumped into the sea of flames, Yang Tianyou clearly saw Ximen turn to ashes and disappear without a trace. It was truly exhilarating! The evil man had finally received his retribution, it wasn't that he wouldn't be punished, but the time hadn't come yet.

  But how did I end up here? Yang Tianyou thought carefully, covering his head with both hands, and his headache worsened.

  I am Yang Tianyou, and Yang Tianyou is also me. Ah, after a painful cry, Yang Tianyou completely fainted.

  In Yang Tianyou's sea of consciousness, a purple gas transformed into a divine dragon that continuously surrounded the shadow formed by Yang Tianyou's consciousness, rotating 36.5 million times, secretly matching the number of the Heavenly Cycle, the purple gas spinning at high speed...

  Yang Tianyou's soul continued to condense, and some scattered memories around him also merged into Yang Tianyou's consciousness. With the protection of the purple dragon god, Yang Tianyou didn't have to worry about his consciousness dispersing. In a daze, Yang Tianyou could feel that this purple dragon god was actually the purple airflow hidden in his jade pendant from his past life!

  It was the purple airflow that saved Yang Tianyou's life, or it was destined to be so. Whatever the reason, Yang Tianyou decided to live a good life from now on, and perhaps there would be unexpected things happening!

  This world is still not enough for me!

  At the moment Yang Tianyou lost consciousness, his body was enveloped in a layer of purple light, floating about three feet off the ground. A strong and vibrant heart slowly merged into Yang Tianyou's body to replace the shattered one he had been born with.

  In the distant depths of chaos, a purple palace floated prominently in the void.

  "Huh, it's impossible, how can the fate river be so obscure? Is he here? Heaven's way, can you really win? Big brother, this time I will definitely listen to your words, don't leave me alone again, okay?" In a purple palace outside the thirty-third heaven, an old man suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself, his tone seemingly filled with regret and unwillingness. Fate can ultimately be changed."

  "Haha, Shixiong, this time watch me outsmart Dongfang, heh heh, this time I must let Hong..." A Taoist with a double-flower hairpin interrupted the Quan Ti Dao person wearing a gray robe and holding the Seven Treasures Miao Tree.

  "Junior brother, don't speak nonsense. Our abilities are still insufficient to provoke a reaction from the Heavenly Dao. We should be careful in our actions and not make mistakes that will ruin everything." The guide with the double flowers on his head rebuked.

  "Haha, brother, what you said is absolutely right! I was almost misled by my own carelessness. Haha, but brother, how do you think we should handle this matter? This change in fate may have a huge impact on our Western world, and some of the consequences are not easy to accept!" Zhun Ti Dao Ren said with a hint of worry.

  "Don't worry, young brother, I have my own arrangements. What you said about someone's karma not needing to be repaid? Isn't the example of Hongyun from back then proof enough?" The guide said coldly, his tone devoid of warmth, as if he didn't eat or drink anything from the mortal world. A person like him was no different from a cold-blooded animal, but of course, he wasn't human - he was one of those lofty saints who stood above all, eternal and unchanging, treating all living things as mere playthings."

  "Master, you see the Westerners are openly provoking us Easterners. I think we should give them a lesson. Besides, your junior brother's disciples are all rough and unrefined, not as good as taking this opportunity to teach those Westerners a lesson." A middle-aged man with a pale face and no beard said to an old man sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes closed.

  "That's enough, Second Master. What's wrong with the people under our roof? You take care of yours and I'll take care of mine. Are you getting a bit too involved?" a young man in his twenties said somewhat displeasedly.

  "What's with your attitude? I think it's those disciples of yours who have spoiled you, now you don't even put your senior brother in your eyes!" the middle-aged man sneered.

  "You say who is a flat head, you are too deceitful, you..." The young man said with extreme anger.

  "All right, you look a bit like saints now, don't lose face for your teacher." The old man sitting on the cushion said calmly, with endless coldness and majesty in his eyes.

  The two men were speechless, the old man in front of them was their senior brother and his strength was also the highest among several people. Although they didn't do anything, who knows what would happen if they really fought? Even though the young man had the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation in hand, which couldn't be broken unless by one of the Four Sages, but who knew whether the old man had other trump cards up his sleeve? Although it wouldn't be fatal, it would still be a loss of face.

  "This matter you don't need to pay attention to, just let them make a fuss, someone will deal with it." The old man said calmly.

  The remaining two people seemed to be led by the old man. Since that was the case, they bid farewell and returned to their own cave mansion. The two of them left at the same time with a cold hum.

  When the two left, the old man opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed by. "Is the calamity coming? The position of the Heavenly Court is not easy to do, and the dignity of the Sage is not something that you can provoke!" The old man's cultivation was the Way of Non-Action, what is non-action, it means doing nothing but also leaving nothing undone.

  Many powerful beings almost guessed that this matter was related to the Heavenly Court, and countless strong divine senses swept across the vast land of Honghuang before disappearing, as if they had never appeared.