Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

There was one thing about Wen Ran that could be truly commended—his unwavering refusal to give up, to let others walk all over him. As the mockery and ridicule from the sect members grew louder, he silently swore to himself that he would endure. For now, I will endure, he thought, but later, when I have the chance, I'll make them regret their words.

But he wasn't content with simply slaughtering everyone who dared to mock him. No, Wen Ran had developed a deeper, more sinister desire. A desire to use these people, to manipulate their weaknesses and grow his own power. After all, he had already stepped onto the path of the demonic arts, and if he had to consume the souls of others to rise, so be it. The past life, with all its rules and morals, was nothing more than a distant memory now.

No matter how dirty, no matter how twisted things get, he swore to himself. I'll look the other way and let it all pass. I won't let anything stand in my way.

The flames of vengeance burned within him, colder and darker than before. The path ahead would be brutal, and Wen Ran knew it, but he was ready. No longer would he let his pride be crushed, and no longer would he hesitate to use whatever means necessary to ascend.

On the same day he left the sect and headed for the mountains, Wen Ran donned his sect's inner disciple robes, the yellow fabric standing out brightly against the otherwise dull landscape. He looked every bit the young master, ready to take down the world, but the mocking eyes of his fellow disciples were the only things that sent him off. If it weren't for the benefits he still stood to gain from staying in the sect, he would've left a long time ago. But he knew better than to let his hate consume him; that would only ruin his plans for the sweet taste of revenge that he'd been waiting for.

As he made his way through the gates and away from the sect, the ridicule still clung to him like a shadow, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the task ahead. He was no longer concerned with the opinions of these fools—they would be the ones who'd regret underestimating him.

Looking ahead, Wen Ran saw the mountain range stretching out before him, vast and seemingly endless. It was north of the sect, and as he walked, a realization hit him. This dimension he was in—it wasn't just a world, but an entire pocket dimension. That was his deduction based on his observations over time.

It was amazing, really. A sect that appeared to have little in terms of backing or strong experts seemed to hold a mysterious, hidden power that even in his old world, he had never seen unless it was from the five strongest sects. And even then, he had never heard of a sect that existed in a pocket dimension like this. The possibilities of what this place held were endless, and Wen Ran could already feel that he was on the edge of discovering something far bigger than he could have imagined.

"If I were to disturb the array here, would the entire place crumble, or has it already become a world of its own?" Wen Ran muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity and intrigue as he walked slowly. He had some time to spare before he reached the mountains, and he wanted to observe the world around him, get a feel for its hidden secrets.

If I'm stuck here for another ten years, he thought, I need to know every nook and cranny of this place. Every corner I can use to train, research—however vile it might be. But research, nonetheless.

His mind raced with possibilities. If the sect was indeed hiding something as profound as a pocket dimension, it was possible that there were many layers to this place—hidden areas, forgotten knowledge, and perhaps techniques even older than the sect itself.

He didn't need to be a saint to know how he would approach this world. His mind already turned, planning the most efficient ways to make use of the resources around him. There was no telling how long it would take for him to exact his revenge, but in the meantime, he would grow stronger—by any means necessary.

Wen Ran's eyes narrowed as he looked at the horizon, already planning his next move. This world held untold secrets, and he wasn't about to let them slip through his fingers.

Wen Ran had passed countless rocks, and then more rocks, each more monotonous than the last. At one point, he wanted to puke from the never-ending stretch of mountains. Though the landscape was undeniably beautiful at first, the dullness soon wore on him. The occasional bursts of greenery provided some relief, but it was the constant scanning of herbs and plants that kept him alert, making the long journey somewhat tolerable.

On the tenth day, something finally caught his eye. Amidst the barren landscape, a single plant stood out—a small flower that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Its petals glowed faintly like a flame, its colors swirling from red to orange, mimicking the flicker of a fire. If one didn't look closely, they might've believed the flower was an actual flame. But the plant was perched atop a mountain, and it had a guardian.

An azure-colored beast—serpent-like in shape—coiled around the base of the plant, its sleek scales shimmering in the sunlight as it slept. Its eyes were closed, but the faintest flicker of menace could be felt, even from a distance.

Wen Ran felt his heart race, the greed starting to bubble inside him. Should I give up on it? he thought, observing the scene with keen interest. It looks like some kind of treasure plant, but…

He hesitated for a moment, his experience with serpents flashing in his mind. I don't have the best track record with these creatures, he thought wryly, recalling the painful encounter with one not long ago.@@novelbin@@

But the allure of the plant, with its potential uses, was too tempting. Slowly, he crouched down and moved behind a large rock, making sure to remain out of sight. His eyes never left the serpent as he carefully studied its movements. It was asleep, for now.

I'll take a chance. If it's really something valuable, I can't afford to let it go, Wen Ran thought, the greed seeping into his resolve. He knew that if he was careful, he could approach the plant, harvest it, and escape without disturbing the beast. But he also knew that one wrong move could spell disaster. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

Time to test my luck, he decided, waiting for the right moment to strike.