Chapter 1: First Meeting

07 Jul, 2025

Chapter 1: First Meeting

In the east of the Heavenspan Continent.

Autumn.

The purple clouds were dignified and heavy, like a giant hand that could not be disobeyed, covering the sky and ravaging the world.

The torrential water of the River of Heaven's Pass gushed down, reflecting the bolts of golden and blood-red lightning in the purple clouds, as if two dragons were entangling each other.

Accompanied by the rumbling of thunder, it was as if the roar of an Azure Dragon reverberated in the mortal world. It was mournful… and unwilling …

Blood-colored rain slowly descended, dyeing all things and hazy the great earth.

The endless forest became much quieter at this moment. Even the withered yellow leaves that fell to the ground did not dare to make the slightest sound.

Rumble!

Another bolt of golden lightning tore through the clouds, illuminating the lands below and the Heavenspan River. Then, an enormous figure appeared, taking one step at a time… walking out from the depths of the river.

He was so huge that even the surging Heavenspan River only reached his calves. Every step he took was incredibly heavy, and every step he took caused the ground to tremble.

His body was already badly damaged. Numerous wounds crisscrossed his body like ravines, revealing pieces of golden bones.

Blood and rain dyed the entire Heavenspan River crimson.

"Xue Hanzi, is all this worth it?"

The hoarse voice of an old man echoed in the forest.

The giant raised his head, and his eyes, which were as deep as the abyss, looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw an old man in a black robe standing on top of a mountain like a zombie. At this moment, the old man was staring at him coldly.

The aura of death on the old man's body was especially obvious.

This was especially the case when this elder's face was pale and covered in wrinkles, as if he had just crawled out from a grave. Together with the blood-colored rain, he looked extremely terrifying.

The giant did not answer the old man's question directly. He quietly stopped and allowed the rain to wet his tattered clothes. He raised his head and looked at the sky.

"I have nothing to begin with. You should know that."

The rain was very cold.

He hated this feeling, but at the same time, he was filled with nostalgia for this feeling. Gradually, an image appeared in his mind.

In this scene, it was also raining.

In the image, there was a little boy standing alone in the rainy night.

The rain had already thoroughly soaked his thin clothes. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't help but tremble. His hand tightly clenched the half-moldy sesame seed cake.

Behind him was a dilapidated world. From time to time, he could see children fighting with wild dogs for food.

In front of him stood a middle-aged man in a purple Daoist robe.

The middle-aged man's face was ruddy and his gaze was deep. It was as if he had merged with the rainy night.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged man asked softly. His voice was neither fast nor slow. His clothes swayed in the wind, and the rain didn't get through.

"You go first." The boy was not afraid at all.

"My name is Celestial Venerable Du. They all call me Daoist Heavenspan. What about you?"

"I'm Xue Han."

"I have a cultivation technique called the Immortal Technique, which is suitable for you. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

"What are the benefits?"

"There's food."

"Okay." The little boy nodded.

Even as the boy nodded, a little girl grabbed the hem of Daoist Heavenspan's robes and poked her head out from behind his thighs. She looked both charming and adorable.

"From now on, I'm your Eldest Sister. My name is Zhen Ling'er."

… …

"Cough, cough!"

The giant coughed violently, then coughed up a huge mouthful of blood. His memories were stained red, and then slowly crumbled.

His thoughts were pulled back from the distant past amidst the intense pain in his body.

Blood continued to flow from his mouth into the Heavenspan River.

He could clearly sense that the flickering flame of his life force could be extinguished at any moment.

Even so, he was still dragging his heavy footsteps towards the lower reaches of the Heavenspan River, one step at a time.

All of a sudden, the figure of a beautiful girl appeared in front of him. Her expression was just as charming as when they had first met, like a happy butterfly.

And he had returned to being a teenager.

"Xue Han, hurry up and keep up with me. Stop dilly-dallying …" The girl had her hands clasped behind her back as she leaped through the sea of flowers. She looked like a fairy, her face full of innocence.

"Senior Sister, we've already snuck out for three days. If we don't go back soon, Master will punish us." The boy looked around, clearly a little guilty and fearful.

"Are you scared?"

"Why would I be? Anyway … Anyway, it's not the first time I've been punished…" The boy puffed out his chest and tried to be brave.

"Let's go. I feel that the Blood Moon Flower is nearby."

"Oh." The young man nodded and obediently followed behind Zhen Ling'er.

"Did you know?

Yesterday, I had a dream. I dreamed that my future husband brought the Blood Moon Flower to me. "

… …

"Blood Moon Flower…" The giant on the Heavenspan River laughed bitterly.

Blood continued to flow, and his vision began to blur. Vaguely, the sound of a young girl's crying echoed in his mind…

"Master, how's Junior Brother's injury?" The young girl asked anxiously with a sobbing tone.

"Fortunately, he cultivated the Immortal Technique, so his life is not in danger. Otherwise, he would have been smashed to pieces after falling from the Abyss of Eternal Calamity." Daoist Heavenspan sighed.

This voice cleared up the giant's blurry vision. What he saw was not the Heavenspan River, but a beautiful face covered in tears.

He also smiled and slowly opened his palm. There was a Blood Moon Flower in his palm.

"Senior Sister, here you go…"

"You big idiot, you came to such a dangerous place for this flower." Zhen Ling'er was stunned. Her eyes turned even redder as she threw herself into Xue Han's arms.

Xue Han's chest was wet with tears. He would never forget that warm feeling.