Socially anxious me transmigrated to a world of cultivation.

The once lush forest is now littered with trees lying haphazardly on the ground.

The stream that once flowed is now just a dry ditch, devoid of any life.

Amidst this scene, a young man covered in blood staggered toward a large pit in the dense forest.

After a long while, the boy finally dragged his heavy steps to the pit and stared blankly at the scene before him.

A moment later, the boy seemed to go mad, frantically sliding down the edge of the pit.

When the boy's figure stopped in the very center of the pit, he ignored the pain coming from all parts of his body.

He frantically started digging at the ground, muttering to himself.

"This can't be real, it can't be real, it must be a hallucination..."

As the boy dug into the soil, blood kept seeping from his joints.

Finally, after the boy dug out another handful of soil, his body and hands could no longer support his struggle, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The boy was ordinary. After eating the carcass of an unknown animal to fill his stomach, he dragged his shaky body to this place.

But when Pingfan arrived here, looking at the huge pit in front of him, he could no longer suppress his emotions and collapsed into the pit, trying to find traces of his life here.

However, his ordinary body could no longer afford to be abused like this, and he finally chose to go on strike, falling into the pit and unable to exert any strength.

As Pingfan gazed at the sky, tears gradually welled up in his eyes, and the past two years flashed through his mind.

At first, Li Tiansheng and his wife were somewhat wary of Pingfan, whom Li Muchan brought back, and did not interfere much.

As they got to know each other better, Li Tiansheng and his wife began to treat Pingfan like their own son.

Not only would food be prepared for Pingfan before his daily cultivation, but he would also hunt monsters for him to train his physique and become a body cultivator.

Through her interactions with Pingfan, Li Muchan came to recognize him as family.

However, Li Muchan always refused to call Pingfan "brother" and referred to herself as "sister" to him.

Like, "I'll protect you from now on," or "I'll take you to a fun place," and so on.

But the place in my mind's image is now a huge pit, and there is no trace of anyone ever living there.

After a while, Pingfan's body gradually regained some sensation, and he slowly propped himself up and knelt on the ground.

Suddenly, Pingfan threw a punch, slamming it heavily onto the ground, followed by another punch.

"Why did it have to be like this? I finally felt the warmth of family, why do I have to lose it all?"

"why why why?"

Why is God so unfair? Can't He just stand to see others happy and fulfilled?

In the desolate crater, the sounds of ordinary voices and his fists pounding the ground could be heard continuously.

With his ordinary actions and desperate shouts, wisps of black mist rose from his ordinary body.

Moreover, within a radius of a hundred miles, the resentment of those demonic beasts who were inexplicably affected and died tragically transformed into wisps of black energy, converging towards the large pit and surging into the ordinary body.

They were simply immersed in the pain and despair of the ordinary, and did not notice the changes that were happening to them.

As the black energy formed from resentment continuously poured into Pingfan's body, the power of Pingfan's fist hitting the ground also increased imperceptibly.

And his ordinary eyes began to undergo a dramatic change, with the whites of his eyes turning black and his eyes becoming bloodshot.

Beautiful images no longer flash through his ordinary mind; instead, grotesque and terrifying phantoms appear.

When Pingfan realized this, it was too late; his mind had already been consumed by the desire to kill.

Just as Pingfan's last shred of consciousness was about to be swallowed up, a soft sigh echoed in his mind.

"Alas, fate is truly unpredictable."

As soon as the voice fell, the hideous and terrifying phantom in Pingfan's mind vanished instantly.

Furthermore, the black aura around him and his eyes returned to their original state.

However, these black wisps did not completely disappear; instead, they detached from the ordinary body and flew away into the distance.

At this moment, the ordinary consciousness regained control of the body, looked at the two fists smashed on the ground, and was momentarily lost in thought.

Pingfan felt as if an overwhelming killing intent had filled his entire body just now, as if he would become a killing machine in the next moment.

However, he was jolted out of his body by a sigh. Suddenly remembering that sigh, Pingfan couldn't help but question it.

"who are you?"

However, he was only met with a gentle breeze that blew past him, which made Pingfan look around in a panic, trying to find the source of the sigh.

He looked around for a long time, but apart from the yellow sand blown by the wind, he couldn't see a single person.

The more beautiful the scene he imagined, the more desperate he felt, and his murderous intent deepened.

In the end, he was completely consumed by murderous intent, and then, without realizing it, his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

But his happy and fulfilling life was shattered by the sudden arrival of a cultivator. Shouldn't he be angry?

Even though he is just a mortal, does that mean he has no right to harbor resentment or murderous intent towards those people?

However, Pingfan knew very well that with his strength having just entered the first level of Body Tempering, he was actually no different from an ordinary person.

So for a fleeting moment, Pingfan didn't want to resist; he just wanted to sink into despair, as long as he could kill those people.

However, it was interrupted by a sigh, and then there was no further sound.

However, just as Pingfan couldn't understand it, the sigh from before slowly rose again.

Even if you become a demon, it's useless; you're still no match for those people.

Upon hearing this, Pingfan realized that the situation just now was a sign that he was about to fall into demonic possession. However, upon hearing the man's voice again, Pingfan quickly said...

"Who are you? Judging from your words, do you have a way to help me get revenge?"

After saying that, Pingfan looked around again, but still couldn't find a single person.

Immediately, Pingfan became puzzled. He recalled the novels he had read and wondered if someone was trying to possess him.

However, although his spiritual root was of the highest quality, it was a useless meridian. Even if he were to possess another body, he would not be able to cultivate and would not live past a hundred years.

"What nonsense are you thinking, you brat? I won't possess you."

Hearing the man's angry shout, Pingfan was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that this man could even hear his thoughts. He couldn't help but say something with some annoyance.

"Who exactly are you? What is your purpose?"

As soon as Pingfan finished speaking, he heard the man burst into laughter, followed by a disdainful sneer.

"Purpose? You're not qualified for me to have any purpose towards you."

"As for who I am? Haven't you seen me before? When you ate the Death Fruit and came back to life?"