ousand Swords Burial."

    The elder's angry roar echoed through the heavens. A rain of swords fell, filling the air with powerful sword energy.

    "Hmph." The elder turned and disappeared into the sky.

    The boy weaved through the trees, tears streaming down his face as he continuously roared towards the horizon, though his actions were in vain.

    An hour later.

    He finally returned home. Seeing two people lying in a dark pit, blood scattered everywhere, he collapsed.

    "Father, Mother!"
    The boy recklessly jumped into the pit, landing at the bottom.

    He saw his father covered in sword wounds, bleeding profusely, his hair disheveled. His mother was cradled in his father's arms, a small dagger embedded in her abdomen, covered in blood.

    "No... no... this can't be real..." The boy shook his head in disbelief.

    "Why... why did it have to be like this?"

    "Someone tell me! Why!"

Chapter Three: Departure, Destination Cloud Wandering Sect

    "No... no... this can't be..."

    "Ah!"
    The boy roared at the sky, his voice mixed with the howl of a wolf.

    Memories of his past life flashed through his mind, scenes replaying again and again.

    "Yi'er, your finger must be forceful, gather your strength to a single point, and use that point to break the surface." The boy was practicing his finger techniques on a giant rock, instructed by a stern-looking man standing behind him, who occasionally struck him with a spear.

    "Wrong! Incorrect! Start over!" The man continuously struck the boy with the spear.

    "Yi'er, it's time to eat." A gentle woman called out to the boy. The boy's face lit up with excitement as he quickly ran to her side.

    "I love the meals Mother makes the most." The boy ate voraciously from his bowl, looking rather comical.

    "Eat slower, there is plenty." The woman gently stroked the boy's head with great affection.

    "Yi'er, if there comes a day when your mother and I are no longer around, go to the Cloud Wandering Sect and find a man named Liu Hao, he will take you as his disciple." The man spoke sternly to the boy.

    "How could Father and Mother die? Besides, Father is so strong, who could defeat him?" The boy pouted and smiled.

    "Aren't you listening to what I'm saying?!" The man roared at the boy.

    "Father, I understand. If that day ever comes, I will protect you and Mother." The boy said, standing tall with his chest out.

    ...
    
    After a long time, the memories faded away.

    The boy clenched his fist and struck the uneven rock hard. Blood dripped from his fist.

    "Why! Why..."

    Unstoppable tears flowed endlessly from the boy's eyes, dripping onto the ground. His cries echoed in the pit.

    "Pfft."

    Overcome with emotion, the boy spat out a m

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