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[World Background / Predestined Fate: This is a chaotic world ruled by gods and buddhas, and overrun with monsters and demons. From beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the gods and buddhas fish for the world’s Destiny, causing endless turmoil for all its people.]
[Age 0: You were born. However, you were nothing more than an ordinary boulder on a mountain. At birth, you were muddled and unaware, your thoughts a chaotic mess.]
[Age 100: After long ages of evolution, you finally developed a sliver of intelligence and could clearly perceive your surroundings.]
[However, the good times did not last. Battered by wind and rain, struck by lightning, and scorched by fire... The various disasters sent down from the heavens left you covered in countless pits and scars.]
[Age 1,000: Your intelligence grew ever clearer, and you gradually learned to absorb the thin Essence of Spiritual Qi from the world around you!]
[At the same time, after a thousand years of accumulation and development, you discovered your appearance was gradually changing. You took the form of a green ox. However, due to the constant divine retribution you suffered, your body was incomplete. You were missing a horn and a hoof, making for a truly tragic sight.]
[Age 2,100: A woodcutter heading up the mountain noticed your unusual form. Because you resembled a broken-horned green ox, he named the nameless, barren mountain Ox-Break Mountain. You thus became the mountain’s landmark.]
[Age 2,200: Now that the mountain had a name, more and more people began to visit Ox-Break Mountain. You even heard that someone had established a tribe at its base. Nourished by this human presence, you grew increasingly miraculous.]
[Age 2,300: During a thunderstorm, a farmer cutting wood on the mountain saw your sole remaining horn glowing brilliantly, seemingly channeling the Spiritual Qi from the heavens and earth. He immediately saw you as a divine being and prostrated himself in worship.]
[Age 2,500: As more people witnessed your miraculous nature, a growing number began to worship you.]
[At first, it was just farmers who came to the mountain to cut wood or gather herbs. Gradually, they were joined by common people from the surrounding area whose lives were filled with hardship. They prayed to you devoutly, and since you had nothing better to do, you would occasionally grant some of their wishes that were within your power...]
[Until one day, the leader of the tribe at the foot of the mountain came to you, surrounded by numerous tribe members. He quickly declared you their Guardian God. After a grand prayer ceremony, you dazedly became the tribe’s Guardian God, not even knowing the name of their tribe.]
[Age 3,000: The tribe built a small Temple for you and gathered to decide on a fixed time to hold grand sacrificial rites in your honor. As more and more people burned incense and prayed, you felt yourself growing constantly stronger. You greatly enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped...]
[Age 3,001: After another grand sacrificial rite, your tribe clashed with another, sparking a series of wars. Both sides suffered heavy losses. To secure victory, the enemy tribe called upon their own Guardian God.]
[The enemy tribe’s Guardian God was a colossal Rock Tiger, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws in utter ferocity. It charged into the tribe, and no one could stand against it. Your tribe burned incense and prayed, calling you forth to battle the Rock Tiger. You did not disappoint them. With just your one broken horn, you flipped the Rock Tiger to the ground, where it was hacked to death by the tribespeople.]
[Age 3,002: With their Guardian God slain, the enemy tribe was thrown into a panic and dared not fight again. Your tribe won the war, gaining vast tracts of land, cattle, and sheep.]
[They held an unprecedentedly grand sacrificial rite for you. Countless people came to offer incense, candles, cattle, sheep, and slaves.]
[Age 3,005: Having tasted the spoils of war, the tribe once again attacked other neighboring tribes. In one war after another, you continued to live up to their expectations, trampling the other tribes’ Guardian Gods underfoot time and again!]
[Your tribe grew larger and more populous, and your Temple became ever more magnificent. Due to your illustrious battle record, you came to be known as the Horned Bull King, earning considerable fame in the region.]
[It was at this time, however, that you heard your tribe, due to its large-scale aggression, had been attacked by a massive tribe. Your people were quickly beaten back, suffering one defeat after another, with almost no power to resist.]
[With the tribe in peril and on the brink of annihilation, the tribal chief came to your Temple in person. Kneeling before you, she tearfully recounted the enemy’s ferocity and brutality, begging you to intervene and turn the tide.]
[Moved by her pleas, you grew enraged and stormed onto the battlefield!]
[However, just as you thought you could easily trample them underfoot as you had done so many times before, the enemy tribe showed no fear. Instead, they were overjoyed at your arrival!]
[They ensnared your horn and limbs with ropes, binding you tightly. A heroic-looking youth stepped out from their ranks and mounted you, treating you as his steed. It was only then that you realized their target had never been your tribe from the very beginning; they had simply wanted to capture you as a mount!]
[Your opponents were immensely powerful. Even using every last bit of your strength, you could not break free.]
[In their eyes, your struggles were nothing but a joke. Everyone stared at you as if you were just an untamed beast!]
[Unable to bear the humiliation, you tried to end your own life. However, they threatened you with the lives of the tribe that worshipped you, forcing you to serve as a mount for a thousand years!]
[You looked at the helpless women and children, heard the loud wails of the young, and knew you had no choice. You had to agree.]
[Age 3,500: You served as a mount for the enemy tribe’s young chieftain. However, his great interest in you lasted only for a short while. Before long, you were cast aside and forgotten. You felt no resentment over this, only relief.]
[Just as you thought you only had to endure another five hundred years as a mount to regain your freedom, a captured slave girl in tattered clothes told you the truth. Your tribe, in their attempts to ransom you, had been disobedient over the years. Three hundred years ago, they were annihilated. The entire Broken Ox Mountain was wiped from the face of the earth. She was one of the few survivors of the Fusang Tribe.]
[It was also then that you finally learned the name of the tribe that had always worshipped you: Fusang. And the ones who had crushed the Fusang Tribe were the Sunlight Tribe, vassals of the Sun Emperor.]
[Upon learning the truth, you were consumed by uncontrollable rage and sought revenge.]
[However, you had barely charged out of the stable when you were spotted by a Horse Breeder from the Sunlight Tribe. He threw a rope around your neck, and no matter how much you struggled, you could not escape being captured...]
[You died. Your ignorance of the outside world doomed your relatively short life to a tragic end.]
Gazing at the long stream of information on his retina, a hint of excitement flickered in Li Chang’an’s eyes.
’Putting everything else aside for a moment, the tier of this world seems pretty high!’
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