xiāo héng róu le róu yǎn jīng ， mí mí hū hū dì dǎ liàng zhe sì zhōu 。
萧恒揉了揉眼睛，迷迷糊糊地打量着四周。
Xiao Heng opened his eyes and saw the vast sea. He had just returned to the island ship, but what he experienced was too much for him to digest in a short time.
zhōu wéi chuán lái de zhèn zhèn yīn sēn qì xī ， ràng tā běn néng de gǎn dào bù shì 。
周围传来的阵阵阴森气息，让他本能的感到不适。
"Why did the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages attack the true cultivator?" Xiao Heng asked.
yuǎn fāng ， wǔ gēn jí qí xǐng mù dì qí guài bái sè zhù zi ， wāi xié chù lì ， zhí chā tiān jì 。
远方，五根极其醒目的奇怪白色柱子，歪斜矗立，直插天际。
"It's all about profit! The true cultivator came from the upper realm with countless divine techniques and treasures," the head said with deep resentment. "The Heaven玄 Mirror that supports the current Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages is one of the divine artifacts carried by the true cultivator."
xiāo héng kàn le kàn jiǎo xià ， yě shì zhè zhǒng bái sè cái zhì dì dì miàn 。
萧恒看了看脚下，也是这种白色材质的地面。
Xiao Heng's eyes shone as he listened, feeling enraged at the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages.
“ zhè lǐ shì ……”
“这里是……”
"Senior, what are you?" Xiao Heng asked after a while. "Why did you become like this?"
xiāo héng yǒu xiē mí huò 。
萧恒有些迷惑。
The head fell silent for a long time, lost in thought before slowly saying, "Not all cultivators are as ruthless and heartless as the original Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages."
tā jì de zì jǐ yīng gāi shì zài mǒu gè wú rén dǎo yǔ shàng cái duì a ？
他记得自己应该是在某个无人岛屿上才对啊？
"There were many cultivators who received blessings from the true cultivator and revered him deeply," the head said. "After hearing about the attack on the true cultivator, they vowed to avenge his death and formed an organization called 'Revive the True Cultivator' (复仙)."
nán bù chéng shì zài zuò mèng ？
难不成是在做梦？
"Unfortunately, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages was too powerful, and Revive the True Cultivator could not match them," the head said with a sigh. "After thousands of years of suppression, only I am left alive."
xiāo héng xià yì shí de yòng lì qiā le xià zì jǐ 。
萧恒下意识的用力掐了下自己。
The head's words filled Xiao Heng with a sense of solemnity. His eyes moistened as he felt inspired by the head’s spirit.
“ téng ！”
“疼！”
"Senior…" Xiao Heng wanted to comfort him but was interrupted.
qiáng liè de téng tòng gǎn ràng xiāo héng dùn shí qīng xǐng le guò lái 。
强烈的疼痛感让萧恒顿时清醒了过来。
"Haha, don't pity me with your childish voice!" the head said. "Before, I only had my consciousness and survived in this裂隙 of the Realm of Fallen True Cultivators. Revive the True Cultivator could not continue without successors."
“ bú shì mèng ？”
“不是梦？”
"Fortunately, heaven did not abandon us, sending you to me!" The head's eyes emitted a faint light that enveloped Xiao Heng.
xiāo héng dùn shí hài pà qǐ lái 。
萧恒顿时害怕起来。
"You are a rare genius among cultivators. Join our Revive the True Cultivator and carry on the fight against the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages," the head said.
dǎ le gè duō suo ， huán gù zhōu wéi 。
打了个哆嗦，环顾周围。
Xiao Heng felt a storage ring appear in his hand, and information flooded into his mind—knowledge about cultivation basics and even a technique called "Heavenly Calm Divine Sword."
yuǎn chù shì hēi àn de wú jìn xū kōng ， mí màn zhe cāng sāng gǔ lǎo de qì xī 。
远处是黑暗的无尽虚空，弥漫着沧桑古老的气息。
The head retracted the light and said, "I have imparted you with knowledge sufficient to stabilize your cultivation until the Golden Core stage. However, be cautious and do not reveal yourself. The Eternal Heaven Venerable of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages is incredibly powerful; his strength may surpass that of the true cultivator."
jiǎo xià zhī dì hé yuǎn chù nà wǔ gēn bái zhù ， lián chéng yī tǐ 。
脚下之地和远处那五根白柱，连成一体。
Xiao Heng's expression turned serious as he asked, "Senior, I'm so young and alone. Sending me to fight against the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages sounds a bit…"
gū líng líng de piāo fú zài zhè piàn kōng jiān zhōng 。
孤零零的漂浮在这片空间中。
The head roared in anger, "Stupid! You can recruit others! If you find someone with good talent, bring them into our Revive the True Cultivator."
xiāo héng tū rán jué de ， zhè ge dì fāng yǒu diǎn yǎn shú ， hǎo xiàng zài nǎ jiàn guò shì de 。
萧恒突然觉得，这个地方有点眼熟，好像在哪见过似的。
"Revive the True Cultivator has been dormant for thousands of years. We need fresh blood," the head said. "Just ensure they are trustworthy and not spies from the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages."
zǐ xì kàn le yī huì ， tā de nǎo hǎi zhōng hū de shǎn guò yí gè huà miàn 。
仔细看了一会，他的脑海中忽的闪过一个画面。
Xiao Heng was delighted by this idea, saying, "That's great!"
zhǒng zhǒng xì jié ， yuè kàn yuè xiàng 。
种种细节，越看越像。
The head continued, "I have expended a lot of energy teaching you. I will soon fall into a deep sleep."
dùn shí jīng dé xiāo héng diē dǎo zài dì ， hún shēn chàn dǒu 。
顿时惊得萧恒跌倒在地，浑身颤抖。
"In the future, Revive the True Cultivator’s affairs are in your hands," he said. "If new members join, bring them to the middle finger bone where there is an altar that can grant techniques and items through prayer."
“ zhè shì …… nà zhǐ bái gǔ yù shǒu ？”
“这是……那只白骨玉手？”
"However, the altar has consciousness and only responds to reasonable requests. You will understand when you need it."
rú cǐ guǐ yì de shì ， chāo chū le xiāo héng de rèn zhī fàn chóu 。
如此诡异的事，超出了萧恒的认知范畴。
The head's voice grew weaker as he continued giving instructions.
kǒng jù shà shí jiān zhàn jù le tā de xīn líng ， ràng tā xià yì shí de bào chéng yī tuán ， gēn tuó niǎo shì de ， jiāng tóu mái zài huái zhōng 。
恐惧霎时间占据了他的心灵，让他下意识的抱成一团，跟鸵鸟似的，将头埋在怀中。
"How long will you sleep before waking up?" Xiao Heng asked.
bù guò bì jìng chū shēng niú dú bù pà hǔ 。
不过毕竟初生牛犊不怕虎。
"Haha, I can't say for sure. I am a dead man, relying on a thread of willpower," the head said. "I might wake up in a year or never."
guò le xǔ jiǔ ， jiàn zhè kōng jiān zhōng yì zhí dōu méi yǒu shén me qí tā dòng jìng 。
过了许久，见这空间中一直都没有什么其他动静。
"If you have the heart and ability later, collect the essence of cultivators after their death to aid my revival," the head said.
xiāo héng xīn zhōng de hào qí zhú jiàn yā dǎo le kǒng jù 。
萧恒心中的好奇逐渐压倒了恐惧。
Xiao Heng nodded, committing it to memory.
tā pá le qǐ lái ， xiǎo xīn yì yì de tàn suǒ qǐ zhè piàn kōng jiān 。
他爬了起来，小心翼翼的探索起这片空间。
"Remember one more thing: if you sense my presence completely disappears, it means this place might be exposed. Destroy the bone immediately and never return here again."
mù qián suǒ chù de zhǎng gǔ qū yù ， bǐ jiào kāi kuò ， bù yòng dān xīn shī zú diào xià wú jìn xū kōng zhōng 。
目前所处的掌骨区域，比较开阔，不用担心失足掉下无尽虚空中。
The head seemed exhausted and could barely continue.
zhè lǐ dà duō dōu shì xiē cán yuán duàn bì ， sì hū céng jīng fā shēng guò yī cháng jí wéi jī liè de zhàn dòu ， jiāng jiàn zhù quán dōu huǐ huài le 。
这里大多都是些残垣断壁，似乎曾经发生过一场极为激烈的战斗，将建筑全都毁坏了。
"Senior!" Xiao Heng hesitated before asking his last question as the head was about to fall into a deep sleep.
zài fèi xū zhōng chuān xíng ， guò le piàn kè ， yī yàng shì wù xī yǐn le xiāo héng de zhù yì lì 。
在废墟中穿行，过了片刻，一样事物吸引了萧恒的注意力。
"What is your name?"
yī bǐng cán pò de cháng jiàn ， bǐ zhí de chā zài dì miàn shàng 。
一柄残破的长剑，笔直的插在地面上。
"You are not worthy of knowing my name now. You will know it when you truly carry the burden of Revive the True Cultivator," the head said, vanishing in a blur of light.
jiàn shēn shàng mǎn shì àn hóng sè de xuè jì 。
剑身上满是暗红色的血迹。
"Senior?" Xiao Heng called out but received no response.
ér děng xiāo héng zǒu jìn le ， tā cái fā xiàn ， zhè bǐng cháng jiàn xiān shì jiāng yí gè lú gǔ chuān tòu ， suí hòu cái dīng zài dì shàng 。
而等萧恒走进了，他才发现，这柄长剑先是将一个颅骨穿透，随后才钉在地上。
He sighed and took out a silver necklace from his storage ring. Following the instructions, he activated the necklace, which emitted a glow.
“ zhè ge dì fāng bù zhī dào cún zài le duō zhǎng shí jiān 。 zhè bǐng jiàn néng bǎo cún zhè me jiǔ ， hái méi zěn me sǔn huài 。 yí dìng shì gè liǎo bù qǐ de bǎo bèi ba ？” xiāo héng zhè me xiǎng zhe ， màn màn shàng qián 。
“这个地方不知道存在了多长时间。这柄剑能保存这么久，还没怎么损坏。一定是个了不起的宝贝吧？”萧恒这么想着，慢慢上前。
Xiao Heng's vision went black for a moment before he returned to the island ship. His companions were still sleeping soundly, as if nothing had happened.
shuāng shǒu wò zhù jiàn shēn ， měng dì yī shǐ jìn 。
双手握住剑身，猛地一使劲。
However, the new ring in his hand and the necklace around his neck reminded him that this was no dream.
jiāng jiàn bá le chū lái 。
将剑拔了出来。
Exhausted from bearing such a heavy burden at such a young age, Xiao Heng soon fell into a deep sleep.
rán ér ， gāo xìng de xiāo héng hái méi lái de jí dǎ liàng zhè jiàn gāng dào shǒu de bǎo bèi ， jiǎo xià de dà dì hū rán jù liè de huàng dòng qǐ lái 。
然而，高兴的萧恒还没来的及打量这件刚到手的宝贝，脚下的大地忽然剧烈的晃动起来。
The next morning, he woke up earlier than everyone else. He went to the beach alone, recalling the techniques taught by the head and began cultivating in silence.
“ bēi bǐ de wàn xiān méng ！”
“卑鄙的万仙盟！”
After half an hour, Ye Feipeng, who had not seen him, sensed the fluctuation of energy on the beach and approached.
nà ge bèi cháng jiàn cì tōu de tóu gǔ ， cǐ shí jū rán fā chū le yī shēng nù hǒu ， chōng tiān ér qǐ 。
那个被长剑刺偷的头骨，此时居然发出了一声怒吼，冲天而起。
He saw Xiao Heng sitting with his eyes closed, initially unaware of anything unusual. As he got closer, a faint blue water sword suddenly appeared before Xiao Heng, pointing at him threateningly.
xiāo héng shà shí yòu bèi zhè yí mù xià dé diē dǎo zài dì 。
萧恒霎时又被这一幕吓得跌倒在地。
Ye Feipeng fell to the ground in shock, trembling as he pointed at Xiao Heng, unable to speak for a long time.
Xiao Heng opened his eyes and saw the vast sea. He had just returned to the island ship, but what he experienced was too much for him to digest in a short time.
"Why did the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages attack the true cultivator?" Xiao Heng asked.
"It's all about profit! The true cultivator came from the upper realm with countless divine techniques and treasures," the head said with deep resentment. "The Heaven玄 Mirror that supports the current Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages is one of the divine artifacts carried by the true cultivator."
Xiao Heng's eyes shone as he listened, feeling enraged at the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages.
"Senior, what are you?" Xiao Heng asked after a while. "Why did you become like this?"
The head fell silent for a long time, lost in thought before slowly saying, "Not all cultivators are as ruthless and heartless as the original Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages."
"There were many cultivators who received blessings from the true cultivator and revered him deeply," the head said. "After hearing about the attack on the true cultivator, they vowed to avenge his death and formed an organization called 'Revive the True Cultivator' (复仙)."
"Unfortunately, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages was too powerful, and Revive the True Cultivator could not match them," the head said with a sigh. "After thousands of years of suppression, only I am left alive."
The head's words filled Xiao Heng with a sense of solemnity. His eyes moistened as he felt inspired by the head’s spirit.
"Senior…" Xiao Heng wanted to comfort him but was interrupted.
"Haha, don't pity me with your childish voice!" the head said. "Before, I only had my consciousness and survived in this裂隙 of the Realm of Fallen True Cultivators. Revive the True Cultivator could not continue without successors."
"Fortunately, heaven did not abandon us, sending you to me!" The head's eyes emitted a faint light that enveloped Xiao Heng.
"You are a rare genius among cultivators. Join our Revive the True Cultivator and carry on the fight against the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages," the head said.
Xiao Heng felt a storage ring appear in his hand, and information flooded into his mind—knowledge about cultivation basics and even a technique called "Heavenly Calm Divine Sword."
The head retracted the light and said, "I have imparted you with knowledge sufficient to stabilize your cultivation until the Golden Core stage. However, be cautious and do not reveal yourself. The Eternal Heaven Venerable of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages is incredibly powerful; his strength may surpass that of the true cultivator."
Xiao Heng's expression turned serious as he asked, "Senior, I'm so young and alone. Sending me to fight against the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages sounds a bit…"
The head roared in anger, "Stupid! You can recruit others! If you find someone with good talent, bring them into our Revive the True Cultivator."
"Revive the True Cultivator has been dormant for thousands of years. We need fresh blood," the head said. "Just ensure they are trustworthy and not spies from the Alliance of Ten Thousand Sages."
Xiao Heng was delighted by this idea, saying, "That's great!"
The head continued, "I have expended a lot of energy teaching you. I will soon fall into a deep sleep."
"In the future, Revive the True Cultivator’s affairs are in your hands," he said. "If new members join, bring them to the middle finger bone where there is an altar that can grant techniques and items through prayer."
"However, the altar has consciousness and only responds to reasonable requests. You will understand when you need it."
The head's voice grew weaker as he continued giving instructions.
"How long will you sleep before waking up?" Xiao Heng asked.
"Haha, I can't say for sure. I am a dead man, relying on a thread of willpower," the head said. "I might wake up in a year or never."
"If you have the heart and ability later, collect the essence of cultivators after their death to aid my revival," the head said.
Xiao Heng nodded, committing it to memory.
"Remember one more thing: if you sense my presence completely disappears, it means this place might be exposed. Destroy the bone immediately and never return here again."
The head seemed exhausted and could barely continue.
"Senior!" Xiao Heng hesitated before asking his last question as the head was about to fall into a deep sleep.
"What is your name?"
"You are not worthy of knowing my name now. You will know it when you truly carry the burden of Revive the True Cultivator," the head said, vanishing in a blur of light.
"Senior?" Xiao Heng called out but received no response.
He sighed and took out a silver necklace from his storage ring. Following the instructions, he activated the necklace, which emitted a glow.
Xiao Heng's vision went black for a moment before he returned to the island ship. His companions were still sleeping soundly, as if nothing had happened.
However, the new ring in his hand and the necklace around his neck reminded him that this was no dream.
Exhausted from bearing such a heavy burden at such a young age, Xiao Heng soon fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, he woke up earlier than everyone else. He went to the beach alone, recalling the techniques taught by the head and began cultivating in silence.
After half an hour, Ye Feipeng, who had not seen him, sensed the fluctuation of energy on the beach and approached.
He saw Xiao Heng sitting with his eyes closed, initially unaware of anything unusual. As he got closer, a faint blue water sword suddenly appeared before Xiao Heng, pointing at him threateningly.
Ye Feipeng fell to the ground in shock, trembling as he pointed at Xiao Heng, unable to speak for a long time.