The night was silent, and cold winds rampaged.

In a place known as the Haunted Herb Garden, an eerie fog billowed upwards. Will-o'-the-wisps flickered in its midst alongside the sound of the wind howling, chillingly reminiscent of the screams of phantoms and wolves. The place emanated an ominous dread, like an earthly hell.

Despite the terror, the scent of peculiar herbs pervaded the air. People who smelled them felt spiritually invigorated, their minds cleared and refreshed.

Hundreds of bodies lay on the ground, terrifyingly, each of them adorned with a crown of flowers blooming from their heads.

Suddenly, a body adorned in a brocade Coat was tossed amidst them by two figures.

This body, appearing to be only fifteen or sixteen, had eyes sparkling like stars, a face sculpted and well-defined.

The two figures, clad in black clothes, Buried his body using herbage, only revealing the Crown of his head and covering the face. They stuffed some spiritual herb seeds into the corpse's mouth before taking their leave.

In the first year since the body in the brocade Coat was brought to the Haunted Herb Garden, strange spiritual herbs blossomed from his crown which were then plucked by individuals.

Yet, his physique remained unrotted, preserved as it was.

In the second year, flowers bloomed once again from the brocade-clad corpse and were plucked as well.

The third year.

The fourth year.

...

In the ninth year, matured spiritual herbs could still be harvested from the body.

However, by the tenth year, it seemed that all nutrients in the body of the brocade-Coated corpse had been depleted. No more spiritual herbs grew from it.

And then, no one paid attention to the body anymore, it was completely forgotten.

In the 11th year, from a pile of herbs, the body dressed in brocade surprisingly crawled up. His features had aged to The Look of mid-twenty-year old man, handsome and flawless.

Suddenly, her eyes slammed open, the gaze sharp as a knife, flashing cold gleams!

Then, confusion took over, and his gaze became incredibly hollow. After quite a while, some brightness returned to her eyes.

"I'm not dead! I, Robert Scott, have been dead for ten years, and have come back to life?" Brilliance bloomed in Robert Scott's eyes, a strong spark of life revived inside him.

She was once the Prestigious disciple from the dilapidated Scott family, hailed as the king at age sixteen, the premier of the younger generation!

When the Scott Family was on the verge of collapse, Robert Scott rose like a comet!

His blood showed signs of ancestral traits, carrying the ancestral blood of ancient forebears, making him the most dazzling prodigy in all of Energy.

However, ten years ago, when Robert Scott was sixteen, he was betrayed by his childhood sweetheart and together with the genius disciple from another sect, they killed him and tossed his body in the weird medicinal land. Her body was used as a medicinal corpse, with spiritual medicine used to extract his divine blood, to cultivate magic medicines, and refine pills!

"The blood in my body seems to have lost its divine power, turning into ordinary blood, and my cultivation level has been completely lost!" Robert Scott carefully sensed his state, feeling incredibly weak. He knew all his divine blood had been fully absorbed by the magical medicine.

A generation's genius succumbed to others' harm and thus fell!

"Sabrina rose, Maxwell Smith!" The scenes from that year flashed in his mind, stoking the flames of anger in his heart!

The Scott family was already in ruins, and just when an extraordinary genius had emerged, he was murdered in his prime.

"Those who killed me were also geniuses. After ten years of cultivation, they must have reached unimaginable heights." With tightly clenched fists, a voice inside Robert Scott roared: "Strength, I need strength! If I don't take revenge, my existence as Robert Scott would be in vain!"

Sabrina rose was his childhood sweetheart. She tricked Robert Scott into entering the desert, only for him to be besieged and killed by the genius Maxwell of Smith sect along with five or six other relentless old freaks!

Such a blood feud, I must avenge it!

Thinking about this, Robert started cultivating based on the method in his memory, only to realize soon after, he had been crippled!

His entire bloodstream had turned into mortal blood, all his divine power were robbed, he couldn't even absorb the spiritual powers of the universe into his body!

"Sabrina rose, Maxwell Smith, you've ruined me!" He roared out with grief and indignation, his voice full of desolation.

After a long while, he rose from the pile of herbs, finding that the earth beneath him had turned black-brown. That was stained by his once divine blood.

Robert forced a bitter smile: "I was once outstandingly brilliant, a mortal body containing divine blood. If I can recover my cultivation, you two will be the first ones I take down!"

Lost in his thoughts, Robert suddenly noticed beneath him a terrifying beam of bloody light piercing the sky!

The bloody light was flickering, illuminating the entire area!

The light originated from where his blood had seeped into the ground.

Dirt was flying around, the ground was constantly shuddering. He quickly hid three yards away, focusing intently on the area.

"Boom!" Amidst the strange rumbling noise, a peculiar blood-red flower suddenly sprouted from the ground!

The bloody beam shot to the sky, a surge of evil aura continuously radiated!