outhful of blood and fainted on the ground.

    As time unknowingly passed, the boy lay there, covered in fallen leaves.

    "Where am I?" The boy opened his eyes that had been closed for so long. He saw his parents still lying there.

    Seeing this scene again, the boy's heart ached anew. His fingers clenched into fists, and his nails, having grown long, dug into his flesh, blood slowly seeping out, but his expression remained unchanged.

    "Bang!"

    The boy knelt before his parents.

    "I, Qin Yi, swear to the heavens, I will repay blood with blood, or else may I die without a place to be buried!" The boy's loud voice reverberated in the heavens as he kowtowed heavily three times, wiping away his tears.

    "Father, I will become someone strong, I won't let you down!" The boy said to the figure of the man before him, his eyes filled with deep sorrow.

    At that moment, a blood-stained broken sword appeared in his mind, dripping with fresh blood.

    He walked to the blood-red broken sword, picking it up.

    "Old thief, you killed my parents with this sword. One day, I will use it to sever your head!" The boy's eyes filled with savage fury, almost capable of crushing someone with his glare. An invisible aura formed around him, occasionally revealing a blood-red giant egg behind him.

    The boy inserted the blood sword into the rock wall, using it to slowly climb up.

    Upon reaching the top, he saw a silver-white spear. Seeing the spear reminded him of his father.

    He vaguely remembered how his father had wielded the spear with both majesty and power, but now it was broken, no longer sharp as before.

    "Spear, in the past, you traveled the world with my father. Today, I'll bury you alongside him, how's that?" Qin Yi asked the spear. The spear emitted a faint dragon-like hum as if agreeing.

    On its own, the spear flew back into the pit, embedding itself beside Qin Yu. Seeing this, Qin Yi felt a newfound respect for the spear.

    He then began to fill the pit with soil with his bare hands. Each day, he continued the same task.

    One day later.

    The boy had finally filled the pit. Looking at the patch of land, his heart was heavy.

    He took up the broken sword, slashing at a tree, the trunk easily cut, though he showed no sign of joy. He chopped down a thick tree trunk, peeled off its bark with the broken sword, and carved the words "Tomb of My Parents."

    "Bang"

    The boy erected the wooden plaque on the ground. The surrounding environment made it appear particularly ominous.

    He continuously stroked the tombstone, saying, "Father, Mother, I will avenge you!"

    "Father, I understand your words now. I’ll do as you instructed, don’t worry." The boy grabbed the blood-red broken sword, placed it int

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