Roy entered his wooden house and lay on the bed.

“The Divine Domain?? Where is that? Great Lord?... just who might that be?" Roy felt extremely perplexed.

He knew that the world was vast. Just the Supreme Sword Sect alone was bordered by more than 20 other small sects, and cities. However, he didn’t know of any Divine Domain.

However, this was not important at the moment. What was important was that Roy guessed that he had been reborn again and received good luck.

He was feeling extremely excited. This was unprecedented.

However, he wanted to confirm what had happened.

He began to practice the Body Refinement Technique.

This was a technique that he’d obtained from the system a few days ago when he was still in that forest. The technique wasn’t anything too good, given it was only a mortal grade.

The effect of this cultivation technique was the strengthening of the body, and when the tendons and bones within the body were trained to a certain level, a trace of Profound Spiritual Qi would be absorbed. With this Spiritual Qi, one would be a true Cultivator.

After a moment, he realized he couldn't utilize it.

"Huh, I thought this legacy in those dream was real?" he dejectedly muttered to himself. "It turns out that was merely random dreams!"

This sentence belied untold bitterness and regret.

...

In the next day

Roy used the remainder of his days off to go to the burial ground on the hillside and guard Old Wang's grave.

"Uncle Wang, I'd like to take a walk at Blue Leaf Valley to relieve boredom." Each day, Roy would head out of the wooden hut early in the morning. Whenever he was going somewhere, he would come to Old Wang's grave to pay respect and affection for him.

The reason why Roy was so anxious to go practice somewhere was that he had realized that apparently what caused yesterday's uproar was the fight between him and that external disciple, but he was totally oblivious!

I was unconscious the entire time! How could I fight while sleeping!

It doesn't make any sense!

"Strange," he muttered. "I have asked the system about this matter, but it didn't have any answers aside from an emotional spike caused by instability within my bloodline."

"I don't even know what my bloodline is." he showed a thoughtful look.

"Come to think of it, the first time I pass out was..."

"When I was in a fight with the geeze- I mean the Sect Leader." because the obscurity of the events, he thought the geezer to be the Sect Leader of his as if it was normal despite there had been no confirmation.

Ah!

Some speculations struck his head.

"Could it be that the Conqueror of the Abyss book's inscriptions had caused all of this?" he remembered the moment system's notification warned him of the impartment completion, his mind was in a complete mess leading him to collapse on the spot. But, when he came to, he was already in this immortal sect. The geezer was nowhere to be seen.

Roy also remembered, when he was asked by that woman in red about how he achieved the feat of beating a cultivator as a mortal, he had racked his brain. But, once he thought about the Book of Conqueror of the Abyss might be the cause, and was about to confess, yet, right as he had that thought, he experienced a head-splitting pain!

"Ugh! I can't believe my good fortune! It seems that this legacy does not want me to share this knowledge with anyone. It doesn't want to be spread." Roy was speechless over this fact.

That's why he choose to try to decipher the chants in secret, afraid that the moment he blacked out, he would unconsciously wreak havoc like previously. He didn't want any disaster to befall the people around him ever again.

Nevertheless, I really hope this legacy can really make me to become a cultivator.

Roy felt an incredibly strong desire in his heart to become an immortal!

He calmed himself down.

He could still remember the chant for the Conqueror of the Abyss.

Furthermore, it was an extremely clear recollection. It was firmly engraved within his mind and impossible to forget!

The first layer of Conqueror of the Abyss.

“The Origin of Hell, the beginning of evil……” reciting the first layer of Conqueror of the Abyss, Roy found it deeply profound and mysterious.

After a while, Roy turned to the second page. On it, there was another humanoid illustration of Devil King, but this one was slightly different. On the second illustration of Devil’s back was a pair of devilish black wings that spread open, exuding a domineering aura and a taste for massacre.

Same as the previous page’s experience, when he turned to the second page, an atmosphere that seemed originated from hell surrounded Roy and his eyes gradually turned crimson red, suppressing the blood-thirsty desire deluding Roy’s consciousness and the second layer of Conqueror of the Abyss was successfully imprinted inside his mind. Finally, Roy fully grasped the chants.

"AAARGH!" he shouted loudly, his body convulsed uncontrollably.

Roy endured so much pain, while maintaining his body from collapsing. He dreaded that, once his consciousness fade away, he would create chaos everywhere.

The third page, fourth page, fifth page…

Roy turned the pages one by one, with every page turned, inside his mind emerged another upper layer of Conqueror of the Abyss. As his page turning speed was slow, it took him more than two hours before he manage to reach the last page.

One last page, instead of an illustration, a line of flamboyant calligraphy filled the page.

"HAAHAHA!" suddenly, there was a burst of loud laughter. It was so loud that Roy's figure jolted violently amidst his already constant muscle spasms.

Then, followed by an icy-cold voice reverberated in his mind.

“Encumbered with Hell’s aura of slaughter, the one receiving the Conqueror of the Abyss is accepted as my pro-disciple, governing over Abyss’s Gate. When appears, unbeatable throughout the world!”