The vast universe, the boundless starry sky, no one knew how vast this world was. Even the legendary immortals and gods might not be able to see through it.

Star of North Star, Eastern Region, Azure Dragon City.

"Holy Virgin of the Holy Clan, Luo Lingyao! Even if I die, I will turn into a ghost of the Nine Serenities, go up to the underworld, go down to the Nine Serenities, and enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation. In the past, I, Wang Yi, will definitely avenge the death of this sea of blood!"

Wang Yi roared and suddenly sat up.

"Fuck! Wang Yi, what are you doing in the middle of the night?" Next to Wang Yi, a teenager wearing the uniform of a servant scolded discontentedly. Then he tightened his clothes and fell asleep again!

The words in his ears and the scene in front of him stunned Wang Yi, and then a sharp pain flashed in his mind, and the memory that did not belong to Wang Yi came surging.

An hour later, Wang Yi opened his eyes, and a shocked look flashed across his eyes.

"I actually traveled to six hundred years later?"

It turned out that Wang Yi was not from this era. Six hundred years ago, Wang Yi was an ordinary rogue cultivator. During the exploration of an ancient relic, he accidentally obtained the blood essence of the Great Ancient Devil. Somehow, the news leaked out, and the major sects in the Eastern Region joined forces to kill Wang Yi, hoping to get the blood essence of the Great Ancient Devil in Wang Yi's hands!

Wang Yi did not expect that he would be killed by Luo Lingyao in the end after being chased by all the sects!

The Wang and Luo families had been good friends for generations. When they were young, Wang Yi and Luo Lingyao had made an oath to stay with each other for the rest of their lives. Until an old man from the Central Mainland took Luo Lingyao away, they had no contact with each other for ten years.

After being chased by various sects for half a year, there was a message from Luo Lingyao, asking Wang Yi to meet her at the top of Poyun Cliff.

As soon as Wang Yi came to the top of Moyun Cliff, all the major sects showed up and surrounded Wang Yi tightly!

At this time, Wang Yi did not doubt his love when he was young. It was not until Luo Lingyao stabbed her sword into Wang Yi's heart and heard the sarcasm of various sects that Wang Yi knew that Luo Lingyao was the Saintess of Holy Clan. As early as half a year ago, she had joined forces with all the major sects in the Eastern Region to set up a plan to besiege him!

Looking at Luo Lingyao's face, which was as cold as a fairy, Wang Yi's smile was a little ferocious. Luo Lingyao's sword was stuck in his heart. Ignoring the exclamations of the other sects behind him, he jumped down from Moyun Cliff.

After jumping off Moyun Cliff, Wang Yi thought that he would die. Unexpectedly, six hundred years later, he possessed a servant disciple in the City Lord's Mansion. Coincidentally, this servant disciple was also called Wang Yi.

The handymen disciples had no human rights in the City Lord's Mansion. Most of their role was to accompany the official disciples in the City Lord's Mansion to practice. To put it bluntly, they were just bags of meat, which could be used for official disciples to practice martial arts skills.

In the afternoon, Wang Yi was beaten by Lu Feng, the outer disciple of the City Lord's Mansion, and he spat out blood and died. Wang Yi came here from 600 years ago and attached himself to this body!

"Luo Lingyao! Central Divine Sect! All the sects in the Eastern Region! I, Wang Yi, am back. Don't wait too long!" Nine Yin cold wind-like words came out of Wang Yi's mouth.

Looking at his own physical body, Wang Yi frowned. His internal organs were broken and he had many hidden diseases. His martial cultivation was only at the first level of the Blood-refining Realm!

He had to heal his wounds as soon as possible. Only in this way could he officially enter the Martial Arts and start practicing.

Six hundred years ago, although Wang Yi was just an ordinary rogue cultivator, with his extraordinary perseverance, he had cultivated to the ninth realm. He was only one step away from the supreme Tao-seeking Realm. Although he had no cultivation now, his martial arts experience from six hundred years ago was deeply engraved in Wang Yi's heart.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the door of the odd worker room was kicked open, and a young man in an outer disciple's costume came in.

Looking at the chaotic environment of the Servants' Room, the young man scolded with a look of disgust, "You b*stards, get up and gather outside!"

As soon as the young man's words fell, the whole servants room suddenly became chaotic. More than a dozen servants woke up from their dreams, then turned over and quickly put on some dirty clothes.

"Oh? Wang Yi, you b*tch, are you still alive?" When the young man saw Wang Yi standing in the odd worker's room, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then the expression on his face turned into banter and cruelty!

Looking at the arrogant young man in front of him, a strong hatred suddenly emerged in Wang Yi's heart. A picture that did not belong to Wang Yi's memory emerged in his mind!

"Lu Feng!"

It was the man in front of him who killed Wang Yi's previous self yesterday afternoon. The incomparable hatred in his heart was obviously left by his previous self!

A vow-like sentence sounded within Wang Yi's heart as he sensed the intense hatred that his previous self had left in his body.

"Since you've vanished, I'm yours. I'm going to kill him. Don't worry, go ahead!"

As the words fell in Wang Yi's heart, the last trace of obsession left in his body completely dissipated.

At this time, Wang Yi had completely merged with the body, and there was no more barrier!

Lu Feng belonged to the lowest level among the outer disciples. His martial cultivation had barely reached the third level of the Blood-refining Realm. Other outer disciples did not dare to offend him. His only hobby was to kill the handymen disciples. Every time the handymen disciples looked at him in fear, Lu Feng's vanity would soar.

"Hmm?"

Wang Yi stood there fearlessly, which made Lu Feng's face a little ugly. With a flash of surprise in his eyes, he punched Wang Yi with his palm!

"Wang Yi, you b*tch, come out. I'll use you to practice with me today."

Lu Feng's offensive means were seen by Wang Yi, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. The flaws were all flaws. He could kill this person with only one strike.

Wang Yi was about to display the martial arts techniques of his previous life, but he didn't expect that something unexpected would happen.

"Bang!"

Wang Yi didn't even have a chance to dodge. He was hit by Lu Feng and flew out like a kite with a broken string. A mouthful of blood spurted out of Wang Yi's mouth!

The sharp pain in his chest woke Wang Yi up in an instant. He was just a martial artist at Level 1 of Blood-refining. He had powerful martial arts experience, but his weak body could not be used at all!

It was like a baby holding a sharp knife on his opponent's neck. He could take his opponent's life with just a light cut. However, the baby had no strength, so how could he wave the knife to kill the enemy?

Realizing his true identity, Wang Yi had a bitter smile on his face.

Seeing that Wang Yi was so vulnerable, Lu Feng showed a disdainful smile. He thought that Wang Yi dared to ignore him because he had broken through the martial arts realm. He didn't expect that Wang Yi was just a good-for-nothing.

"Wang Yi, you will be a piece of trash for the rest of your life. As a good-for-nothing, you should have the self-awareness of being a good-for-nothing. The dignity of an outer disciple is not something you, a good-for-nothing, can provoke!" Lu Feng said.

At this time, Wang Yi finally understood why his previous self hated Lu Feng so much. Wang Yi's heart was filled with killing intent when he heard Lu Feng's words.

"Get the hell out of here, you b*stards. I need to exercise my muscles and bones."

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he did not look at Wang Yi anymore. Instead, he went to the training field with a dozen or so servants who were a little scared.

In the servants' room, Wang Yi's heart was full of rage. Six hundred years ago, although he was just a rogue cultivator, he had never suffered such a big insult. Unexpectedly, six hundred years later, he was trampled by an ant!

"Ah!"

A sudden change occurred! There was a sharp pain in his mind, and a drop of dark blood essence emerged from Wang Yi's sea of consciousness.

"Is... is this the Great Devil's Essence Blood?"

Wang Yi did not expect that after six hundred years, the Great Devil's Essence Blood would also come with him. With the consciousness in his mind, he probed into the Great Devil's Essence Blood. A huge suction force came, and Wang Yi's body disappeared in an instant in the servants' room!

Black! In the pitch-black space, there was only ten meters between the top and the bottom. A black book with monstrous Devil Qi was floating inside, and the surrounding gray mist was constantly surging.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, a trace of shock appeared on Wang Yi's face.

Six hundred years ago, after he obtained the Great Devil's Essence Blood, he had constantly studied its mysteries. He had used countless methods to not uncover it. He did not expect that six hundred years later, he would open the secret of the Great Devil's Essence Blood!

Wang Yi quickly stepped forward. As soon as his hand touched the black book, the black book instantly turned into a mysterious character and shot into the space between Wang Yi's eyebrows.

"Ancient Demon Scripture!"