"You trash, get out of our Peng family."
A cold, authoritative voice rang out.
It shocked the many Amonro present at the training grounds. They all looked over, wanting to know what had happened. They saw a tall, robust figure with two thick, slightly curved tusks, over ten centimeters long, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
Simple leather armor covered his strong, powerful arms.
His muscles were like old tree roots, gnarled and clinging to the earth.
In front of that Amonro stood a young Amonro, who appeared to be in his early twenties. That young Amonro was named Peng Ye.
He was once the most outstanding prodigy of the Peng clan.
Looking at the imposing family elder, Peng Ye clenched his fists, filled with grief and indignation, his body trembling from the sudden humiliation.
He remembered how, when his Qi Sea was still intact and he was hailed as the top prodigy, these family elders had been so humble, going to great lengths to fawn over him, hoping he wouldn't forget their kindness once he rose to power.
A few years ago, he was young and ambitious, having already reached the peak of the Venerable Realm at a young age.
He was just one step away from entering the Core Transformation Realm and becoming a renowned top-tier expert.
But at that moment, an old, powerful expert who had already entered the King Realm taught him a lesson, stripping him of all his cultivation.
Cultivation is divided into Qi Condensation, Profound Mystery, Cavern, Inscription, followed by Venerable, True One, and King Realm.
Beyond that are the rarely seen Saint and Divine Flame realms. True God Realm experts have not been seen for thousands of years. The King Realm is already a rare master in the world.
After that expert crippled Peng Ye's cultivation, shattered his Qi Sea and Life Palace, and severed his path of cultivation, these people all changed their attitudes. They regarded him as a jinx, a good-for-nothing, and subjected him to all sorts of insults.
Now, they even wanted to kick him out. The former Peng Ye possessed unparalleled talent, entering the Venerable Realm at a young age.
Countless Amonro believed that Peng Ye would surely become a King Realm expert in the future, dominating a region.
Who would have thought that the prodigy would fall before he could fully mature?
Now, the Peng clan was even going to directly expel him.
A surge of anger and grief welled up in Peng Ye's heart.
He thought of how his parents were tragically murdered when he was young, how he suffered a sudden calamity just as he achieved some success, being crippled by a malicious King Realm expert.
And now, he was to be swept out by the Peng clan, who once called themselves family. The other party expelled him in public, clearly intending to make him lose face and become a laughingstock. The training ground was incredibly vast, and it was morning, so many family members were practicing there.
With the furious roar of the family elder,
Many family members began to whisper among themselves.
"As expected, he was kicked out on the spot."
"This good-for-nothing truly shamed the family."
"He was too arrogant back then, thinking he was so amazing, and look at him now!"
"What a waste."
Their gazes towards Peng Ye were filled with mockery.
Being kicked out of the family on the spot was truly a huge disgrace. Those disdainful and mocking words, falling into Peng Ye's ears, were like sharp thorns piercing his heart.
His breathing became more rapid, and his heart grew more bitter.
He struggled to breathe.
He tried his best to endure the humiliation and insults.
A moment later, he finally raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and swept his gaze over the family elder and the many members of the Peng clan.
He forced a cold smile.
"Don't think I'm so eager to stay in this family. Today, it's not that you want me to leave, but that I am voluntarily withdrawing from the Peng clan. Thirty years east, thirty years west, I advise you all: don't bully a young man in poverty."
After leaving that statement, Peng Ye turned and walked out directly.
If this place wouldn't tolerate him, there would be another place that would.
When he rose in the future, he would surely avenge today's humiliation.
"Brother Peng Ye." A voice came from behind the Peng clan members.
A young, unadult Amonro girl with fair, delicate skin and tusks as white as jade rushed over, calling out to the brother she had grown up with. The Amonro girl exuded a cool and serene aura, like a young lotus just blooming.
At such a young age, she already possessed beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.
It was hard to imagine how devastatingly beautiful this Amonro girl would be when she grew up. This Amonro girl, named Peng Mei, quickly chased after Peng Ye, amidst a chorus of envious and jealous glances.
Leaving the Peng clan's residence, Peng Mei caught up to Peng Ye, who had been expelled.
Her beautiful eyes, filled with autumn water, showed boundless tenderness.
Her fair, strong hand gently took Peng Ye's arm.
"Brother Peng Ye, don't be so impulsive!" Peng Mei said, "A great era is coming, and there are extraterrestrial daemons causing trouble. If you don't have the family's protection, how can you escape the great calamity in the future? I'll talk to the patriarch. It must be the Great Elder scheming to seize your lineage's property, which is why he wants to drive you away."
"Forget it, let this matter be." Peng Ye shook his head, his large ears swaying with his movement. "I'm already a cripple. Staying here would only make me a pathetic joke. It's better to go out and explore. If my fate is to die, then let me die with some dignity."
"If I can regain my path of cultivation, I will make those guys repay today's humiliation a hundredfold."
Peng Ye's mind was made up. He released Peng Mei's hand and turned to leave. The sun, like a fiery basin, hung high in the sky. The air was like a heated steamer, even the air itself was hot.
Peng Ye walked on the main road, a blade of grass in his mouth, chewing it lightly, letting the faint bitterness spread in his mouth.
He had been kicked out of the Peng clan; staying there would only make him a laughingstock. The only thing he could do was go as far away as possible.
Even if he died outside, he couldn't die in front of those people, lest they mock him even after his death.
"Others transmigrate, I transmigrate, yet the result is so pathetic."
Peng Ye held a secret in his heart.
He never dared to tell anyone this secret.
In truth, he wasn't an Amonro of this world.
He came from a more developed world.
In that world, the Amonro took a different path, not the path of cultivation.
As for why he came here, he couldn't figure it out either.
As he grew older, Peng Ye gained some vague understanding of this world. The trend of cultivation was prevalent in this world. There were powerful individuals who could condense phenomena and wield great power. They could move mountains and overturn seas with a flick of their hand.
A single blade of grass could cleave countless stars.
Initially, when Peng Ye first learned about these things, he was incredibly excited.
Cultivation had always been his dream in his previous life.
In his previous life, he was just a pathetic low-level Amonro, suffering oppression and misery his entire life.
In this life, he had secretly vowed never to be at anyone's mercy again.
He wanted to embark on the path of immortality and reach the peak of power.
He wanted the heavens to no longer obscure his vision. Those who followed him would prosper, and those who defied him would perish.
It started well; he awakened extraordinary talent, and his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, making him destined to become a formidable king.
But then, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
All his cultivation was lost, and he became a pathetic joke.
He was unwilling!
Why did this world treat him like this?!
The heavens were unjust!
One day, if he could reach the pinnacle, he would surely destroy these damned heavens.
As the former strongest prodigy, Peng Ye was renowned in Kantan City where he lived.
Every Amonro knew of him, no Amonro was unaware.
When he was expelled, the news spread quickly.
"Isn't this the trash expelled by the Peng clan?"
"How pitiful, like a dog."
"He used to say there was no need to worship ancestors, that he would surpass them. Now it seems he's just a big fool."
"It's not just that line; there was an even more shameless and boastful one."
"Was it the one about telling everyone that a new name, Peng Ye, would be added to the world's prodigy rankings?"
"Wasn't it the one that said, 'I'm not saying you're trash, but everyone else is trash, not even one Amonro who can fight'?"
"He boasted too much and got slapped in the face, hard."
"Haha, he deserved to have his cultivation crippled by a King Realm expert."
Peng Ye gritted his back teeth in hatred.
He remembered each and every mocking face.
One day, he would return.
And then, all these Amonro who looked down on him would kneel at his feet.
Leaving Kantan City, Peng Ye didn't know where to go.
With the little money he had, he found a carriage pulled by livestock. The carriage quickly moved away from Kantan City, leaving the endless humiliation behind.
"I will never forget today's humiliation," Peng Ye's voice, sitting in the carriage, was hoarse and firm.
"Ding, the Invincible Sign-in Lottery System has been activated."
"Ding, sign-in location refreshed: Kantan City."
"Ding, this sign-in triggers a novice lucky crit, allowing you to obtain a rare reward of five stars or higher."
"Ding, reward delivered. Obtained a seven-star rare reward: World Tree Life Soul."
"Claim reward?"
As Peng Ye swore he would never be humiliated again.
A strange voice entered his ears.
His expression changed, and he spun around abruptly, his eagle-sharp gaze sweeping behind him, but he found no one.
Not until a floating light screen appeared before him.
Only then did he realize that the words he had just heard were not from a powerful being deliberately playing a trick on him.
It was truly a system.
Seeing the words "Do you want to claim your reward?" displayed on the light screen.
Peng Ye's heart surged with ecstasy.
Is this the cheat that all transmigrators are destined to have?!
Heaven has truly taken pity on him.
After enduring so much humiliation, he finally had a turn of luck and awakened his cheat.
With the system in hand, how could he not defy fate and change his destiny?
Those damned fools, it was time for them to know that Peng Ye was making a powerful return.
"Claim," Peng Ye said in his mind.
He felt an incomparable power surge into him like a volcano, rushing into his Fate Palace and his hundred acupoints and four limbs.
Hundreds of semi-illusory golden shackles faintly appeared on his body surface, then shattered with a bang. Terrifying power erupted, tearing the carriage apart.
Even the coachman was burned to a crisp in his astonishment, emitting a pungent scent of barbecue.
Peng Ye felt his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, instantly crossing the Condensing Qi, Profound Mystery, and Cavernous Heaven realms, once again becoming an Inscription-level expert.
Upon careful inspection, he was at least at the mid-stage, half-step great perfection of the Inscription Realm, considered a formidable master.
Peng Ye's clothes were completely burned away, but he didn't pay attention to that. Instead, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness entered his Fate Palace. The Fate Palace is the foundation of cultivation, and the Qi Sea is the source of cultivation.
Previously, when he offended a King Realm expert, his Fate Palace and Qi Sea were destroyed, and all his cultivation was lost.
But with the reappearance of his Fate Soul, his Qi Sea was also slowly recovering.
Streams of white qi reappeared, circulating through his four limbs and ten meridians, endlessly flowing.
"Hahaha," Peng Ye burst into laughter. His shattered Fate Palace had been repaired, allowing him to regain his vigor.
Given time, when he broke into the King Realm, it would be time to repay the humiliation.
Peng Ye suppressed the urge to return to Kantan City immediately and slap the faces of those Amonro who had mocked him.
He knew that now was definitely not a good time to go back. Those with ulterior motives would surely inform that King Realm expert about his cultivation recovery, and then the other party, out of a desire to nip trouble in the bud, would certainly strike again.
He would be in danger. He needed to plan carefully and act only when the time was ripe and his strength recovered. Then he would return to Kantan City and wash away the humiliation. Thinking of this, Peng Ye walked forward naked.
After this baptism, his entire body glowed with a crystalline brilliance, like a precious gem.
Peng Ye walked with a swagger, having regained his former spirit.
At this moment, the system popped up another mission.
Upon completing the mission, he would receive points for a lottery draw.
**A total of three thousand targets have been screened. All targets have been embedded with standard observation guidance modules and are currently being lured.**
**Data is being fed back. Target fate models are being observed. Target routes are being outlined.**
**A fate branch has been detected. Sub-computation program is being activated. A total of 0.326% of the divine brain's computational power is being allocated to analyze this branch.**
An unimaginable stream of data flowed along the machine cables, eventually entering the brain of Magos Regula via neural cables.
At this moment, he was soaring in a sea of data, exploring supreme truths in the name of the Emperor.
Proton detectors, smaller than atoms, hovered in the world Regula named Experiment Site 00, collecting information about the entire world for him. The first phase of the Dharma-ending device had already achieved experimental success in the world named Kyushu.
But this alone was not enough for Regula to win in the fierce competition among sages. There were many types of anti-subspace devices. While his Dharma-ending device was undoubtedly the most outstanding, it was not the most unique.
Regula had many new ideas. That was to embed the function of manipulating fate into the Dharma-ending device, thereby guiding enemies who dared to obstruct the Imperium towards self-destruction. The word 'fate' has always been very subtle. Throughout history, many have tried to interpret this mysterious word 'fate'.
From divination, numerology, constellations, astrology, tarot cards, physiognomy, osteomancy, and so on, humans have devised countless methods to predict fate.
Even the Pantheon, born from sentient beings in reality, often features the position of 'Fate'.
Goddess of Fate, Spindle of Fate, Loom of Fate, etc.
People generally believe that fate is like a thread.
A person's life is woven, and no matter what they do, they are merely living according to their pre-woven destiny. This theory is scorned by those with superficial knowledge, revered by those with greater scholarship, and then overturned by those who aspire to reach the end of the path to truth.
From the prevailing theory of cosmic evolution in the Imperium, it can be understood that the universe also evolved from nothingness to existence.
Everything people take for granted may have undergone a long and ancient evolution before it could form.
Even the so-called eternally immortal Chaos Gods are but fleeting phenomena on the path of evolution.
Within eternity, there is no eternal thing. The universe itself is like a cleverly designed program; mutations and changes are recorded, becoming new directions for evolution, thus creating a diverse cosmic ecosystem.
From a macroscopic perspective, the fate of most living beings is predetermined. They all follow a pre-woven destiny.
Just like flowers blooming and withering. That flower grows there and dies there.
It roots and sprouts in spring, grows green leaves and flowers in summer, sheds leaves and bears fruit in autumn, and withers in winter. This is the life of a flower, the fate of a flower.
Of course, this is under the condition of no external interference.
If someone picks a flower, destroys a flower, or it is eaten by other animals, then the flower's fate changes.
But from a macroscopic perspective, the flower's fate is just so; it has been predetermined.
A white peony in a flowerbed will not turn into a red peony capable of growing in the desert overnight.
Even if it were to evolve, it would not happen in one generation, but only after tens of thousands, or even millions, of iterations. The universe is the same.
It will not become its present form in a single evolution; it must undergo complex evolution and multiple iterations to reach it. The fate of most flowers is as if it were pre-woven. They do nothing but systematically born, grow, reproduce, and then die.
Perhaps a flower might perceive its life in a certain way.
But from a macroscopic perspective, it is merely a factor in a long evolution. The joys and sorrows of a flower are insignificant to the grand fate.
Regula selected three thousand Amonro. Then, according to the understanding of these low-level natives, he bestowed upon them the so-called 'cheats'.
At the same time, Regula would continuously unleash various disasters, causing them to become increasingly fractured.
He would also strengthen the veil of reality, preventing them from manipulating the energy of the subspace to resist those terrible disasters. This would gradually lead their entire civilization towards death, causing the extinction of their entire race. This was just a small experiment.
But for the Imperium, it was absolutely significant.
If it could succeed and detailed data were obtained, warfare would enter a whole new level.
At that time, the Imperium would be able to deploy Dharma-ending machines across the entire universe. Those races would be busy with internal strife, fighting among themselves, yet they would not question why they fell into suffering. They would lead themselves to extinction, saving the Imperium a great deal of effort and thus accelerating the colonization process.
When facing external enemies, many races would unite and stand together.
But if they don't even know where the external enemy is, they will fight among themselves for the remaining resources. The fate line of the Imperium's enemies heading towards destruction has been woven in silence. They will walk towards self-destruction in ignorant confusion.
Regula also discovered a special individual. This individual had transmigrated from another universe.
Unlike the Imperium's planned and premeditated colonial transmigration,
These transmigrators were clearly unplanned wanderers. Their souls had not been received and devoured by the Lifeless Ones.
Carried by the surging aetheric currents, they were sent to other universes.
It was like a shipwreck in the ocean; some people drowned directly, while some lucky unfortunate ones could drift for hundreds of nautical miles, be washed ashore, and survive.
Such lucky individuals are rare, but that doesn't mean they don't exist.
As long as the base number is large enough, there can be many. This target was marked by Magos Regula.
Perhaps, he could even extract information about their native universe from them. Then, following this clue, he could offer the Imperium a new cosmic coordinate.
If the plan goes smoothly, the Imperium could also use this method in the future to screen out transmigrators, obtain the coordinates of their native universes, and then launch an invasion.
"Magos."
A human voice interrupted Magos Regula, who was soaring in the divine data stream. This made him somewhat annoyed.
"Please, wake up. Lord Calgar requests to speak with you, Magos."