"Let go of my mom, let go of her!"

A little boy in torn clothes, with a dirty face, was tightly holding onto a cultivator. The cultivator's hand was coldly dragging a comatose woman, devoid of any pity, as if dragging trash, his face expressionless.

"Get lost!" The cultivator kicked the boy away. With his Foundation Establishment perfect realm, this kick was enough to kill the boy who had no cultivation.

But unexpectedly, the boy merely flew dozens of meters away, miraculously stood up again, the black aura around him growing thicker, angrily yelling at the cultivator: "Let go of my mom!!!"

"Oh, didn't die, you have quite a special physique here." The cultivator turned back in surprise looking at the boy, showing a playful smile.

To encounter an indigenous person with such a special physique here indeed aroused his interest.

In an instant, the cultivator appeared before the boy, who instinctively feared for a moment, then raised his head, glaring fiercely at the cultivator: "Let go of my mom!"

He raised his weak, powerless fist and swung at the cultivator, but what could his fist achieve?

"Haha, interesting." The cultivator coldly sneered, his face turning icy; he grabbed the boy's head, pressing it hard against the ground.

Bang!

The boy's head directly smashed into a large pit, yet he still did not die, struggling to raise his right hand, grabbing the cultivator's hand, muttering in indistinct tones: "Let go… of my mom!"

"Alright, let's see when you will die!" The cultivator was greatly surprised; he had used full force just now, and an ordinary person would have been dead for sure, yet this boy hadn't died.

This piqued his interest even more, wanting to explore what kind of physique this boy had to persist so long without dying.

Unnoticed by the cultivator, red energy was continuously entering the boy's body, providing him with infinite life energy, making him immortal.

In the distance, Chen Lan stood triumphantly on the celestial dome, watching all of this without any expression. It wasn't that he was cold-hearted; he wanted to help this boy fully awaken his physique.

"Unexpectedly, someone can achieve early awakening before the physique manifests. Is this the fate child?" Chen Lan muttered.

After the arrival of the new era, many people's destinies underwent drastic changes; some who hadn't achieved anything found themselves blessed with excellent cultivation talent, advancing faster than others, thus altering their fate.

Now, this little boy is precisely like this; had these people not captured his mother, he might not have awakened his physique early, nor awakened this Blood Evil Body, as physique manifestation doesn't ensure a hundred percent awakening.

"Why aren't you dead, why aren't you dead!" On the ground, the cultivator was already collapsing internally, no matter how much force he used, the boy at his feet would not die.

The boy was trampled underneath, on the brink of death, left hand's bones crushed to powder, legs broken, ribs shattered, vital organs severely damaged; a normal person would have died long ago.

But he, did not die.

"Let go… of my mom…"

The boy's trembling right hand clutched the cultivator's pants leg tightly, murmuring unclearly with closed eyes.

"Alright, then I will kill your mom!" The cultivator kicked the boy aside, walking to the woman, and stepped on her arm.

Crack!

With one stomp, the woman's right arm shattered, bones burst apart, the intense pain woke her instantly, pupils contracting wildly, she screamed in agony.

The sound was indescribably tragic, yet the cultivator raised his head, laughing maniacally: "How about it, indigenous boy, angry watching as I break your mother's hand?"

He loved watching this kind of expression from the boy, wanting to kill but being helpless.

"Mom!!!" The boy shouted in anger, eyes fixed on the cultivator, standing again, raising his fist charging at the cultivator: "Die!!!"

"Child, run!" Seeing her child covered in dirt and blood, clothes tattered, the woman pain-stricken still shouted.

She might die, but her child must not!

"Hahaha, overestimating your abilities!" The cultivator delivered another kick, sending the boy flying dozens of meters, picking up the woman's head, prying her eyes wide:"How does it feel to watch your son being killed by me, isn't it infuriating, hahaha, so satisfying."

"Beast, you are a beast!!!" The woman screamed in grief, wishing to kill this cultivator immediately, but what could she do; ordinary people had no resistance against cultivators.

"Scold me? Then die." The cultivator once again crushed the woman's other arm to powder, with a thoroughly satisfied expression.

Rumble!

But at this moment, the sky changed, clouds thickened, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if doomsday was coming, strong winds howled, blowing the cultivator's robes with a fluttering sound.

"What's happening?" The cultivator looked up at the sky, hesitating slightly.

Standing on the celestial dome, Chen Lan saw the sudden celestial phenomenon, lip corner raising slightly.

"Finally about to awaken, this will be the first person awakening their physique, interesting."

Others couldn't awaken physique, but this little boy could do it early. As the one pushing behind the scene, it gave him a sense of achievement.

No one knew to what category this Blood Evil Body belonged, Emperor Body? Or Sacred Body, should not be bad.

Once the physique awakens, cultivation speed will soar rapidly, if this child has good talent, Tao Tian Demon Venerable can teach him cultivation, potentially becoming one of Xiao Yao Sect's notable figures in the future.

Chen Lan's ambition doesn't stop here, he wants to build the strongest sect, conquer the cosmos, to let everyone tremble with fear and reverence upon hearing the name Xiao Yao Sect!

Like the old world's Celestial Court; Heaven-Howling Dog had said, almost everyone heard about it, feared it, as it is one of the top sects in Profound Dust Realm.

…

Rumble!

Countless red Cang Lei descended from the sky, striking beside the cultivator, making him immediately terrified, looking around in fear.

At this moment, a towering black-red Evil Qi soared into the sky, painting a boundary across heaven and earth, visible to anyone anywhere.

"There… is…" The cultivator's eyes widened in shock, as it was precisely where the boy had flown to, could it be the boy that caused this celestial phenomenon?

Impossible, clearly just an ordinary person, how could he create such a terrifying phenomenon.

Suddenly, he recalled something, recalling the boy's unkillable physique, shivering all over, lips trembling.

"Could it be that the physique has awakened?"

He couldn't be so unlucky, confronting an indigenous, only for the other to awaken physique at this moment.

"This isn't good!" Realizing things were amiss, the cultivator quickly pulled out a talisman, casting it into the sky: "Need to immediately inform my fellow brothers to come help."

"Hurt my mom, I want you dead!!!"

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