Chapter 1 God-Level Summoning System

[Brain Storage Area ~]

Linghao Continent, Eastern Continent.

At this moment, inside a secluded quiet room at Qingping Academy, sandalwood incense curled, and spiritual energy permeated the air.

A figure sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint halo of spiritual power, which was highly unstable, flickering on and off.

After a long while, the figure let out an almost inaudible sigh.

Ye Haocheng slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were these? At an age that should have been full of youthful spirit, they were now filled with a weariness inconsistent with his age, as well as a deep-seated, almost tangible resentment and hatred.

Spiritual energy circulated through his body for several cycles, yet it still crawled like a snail, and the meager cultivation in his dantian made absolutely no progress.

He gave up on this futile cultivation, slowly stood up, and pushed open the wooden door of the quiet room.

"Creak —"

The sound of the door hinges turning was exceptionally clear in this silent courtyard.

The sunlight outside was somewhat blinding, and Ye Haocheng instinctively squinted.

In the courtyard, green bamboos swayed, strange rocks were arranged, and clear birdsong came from afar, creating a scene of peace and tranquility.

Yet, this beautiful scenery, falling into Ye Haocheng's eyes, only turned into a heavy sigh.

He was not a person of this world.

More accurately, his soul did not belong to this land named Linghao Continent.

Twenty years ago, he was still an ordinary corporate slave on that blue planet, struggling for a living.

On an ordinary night of overtime, he was dragging his exhausted body on the way home, and after accidentally colliding with "Great Luck", he soul-transmigrated here.

He became the only prince with a different surname in the Great Chu Dynasty — the grandson of the Prince of Zhenbei, Ye Qingtian, named Ye Haocheng.

This starting point could be called a perfect hand.

The Zhenbei Princes Mansion held immense power, and his grandfather, Ye Qingtian, was a powerhouse at the peak of the Martial Saint Realm, with brilliant war achievements and widespread fame.

For those twenty years, although Ye Haocheng's cultivation talent was mediocre and his aptitude could be called trash, relying on this sky-high background, no one in the Great Chu Dynasty dared to provoke him in the slightest.

He lived in luxury, doing as he pleased, living the dissolute life that every transmigrator dreamed of.

He once thought that these days would continue forever.

Until a month ago, the sky collapsed.

The Zhenbei Princes Mansion was framed for colluding with foreign enemies and plotting a rebellion.

Once this sky-high hat was placed on them, it meant total destruction. The Emperor of Great Chu, Chu Changsheng, was thunderously furious, and all the experts of the Great Chu Imperial Family were dispatched to jointly besiege the Zhenbei Princes Mansion.

That day, blood stained the capital.

His grandfather, the Martial Saint who shook the northern border and was loyal all his life, fought to the death.

His parents, his uncles, all his relatives connected by blood, in that cruel purge, none were spared.

A century-old mansion was destroyed overnight.

Fortunately, when that disaster occurred, he happened to be traveling outside and luckily escaped the calamity.

When the bad news arrived, the loyal guards beside him killed a bloody path with their lives, desperately escorting him out of the borders of the Great Chu Dynasty, fleeing all the way to this Great Xuan Dynasty.

However, the Great Chu Imperial Family clearly did not intend to leave any future trouble.

The assassins chasing him were like maggots on a tarsal bone, following closely behind.

Just at the critical moment when he thought he was doomed, a green figure descended from the sky.

That was someone from Qingping Academy.

He easily repelled the assassins, saved Ye Haocheng, and brought him back to this number one academy of the Eastern Continent.

Ye Haocheng still remembered that the green-robed instructor who saved him once told him that his grandfather, the Prince of Zhenbei, had a good relationship with Master Chen in his early years, and the academy's action was to repay this favor.

Since then, he had settled down in this Qingping Academy, undisturbed and safe.

But safety did not mean peace of mind.

For the past month, whenever it was deep at night, when he closed his eyes, the scene of blood flowing like a river would appear before his eyes.

The sorrowful cries of his parents before they died, the desperate roars of his relatives, every sound was tearful, every word was heart-piercing.

The flames of hatred burned his soul day and night.

He thought about revenge every moment.

But, what could he use to take revenge?

Reality was so cold and cruel.

His cultivation talent was terrible.

Twenty years of hard cultivation, and he had only barely reached the fifth level of the Martial Spirit Realm.

What kind of concept was this?

In the Great Chu Dynasty, the guards watching the city gates had higher cultivation than him.

And his enemies?

The Great Chu Imperial Family! Any general picked from there was a behemoth at least in the Martial Emperor Realm!

Not to mention the high and mighty Emperor of Great Chu, Chu Changsheng, who had already reached the peak of the Martial Saint Realm!

Martial Spirit and Martial Saint, that was the gap between a firefly and the bright moon, the heaven and earth difference between an ant and a divine dragon.

With his current turtle-speed cultivation progress, let alone revenge, I'm afraid by the time he died of old age, he wouldn't even be able to touch the city walls of the Great Chu Dynasty.

Despair, like an endless abyss, was swallowing the last bit of light in his heart little by little.

Ye Haocheng stood in the courtyard, looking at the blue sky cut by the courtyard walls, his eyes empty and lost.

Could it be that he would have to live a wretched life like this forever?

Just as his heart was silent and he was falling into deep self-doubt.

A cold, emotionless mechanical synthesized voice rang out in the depths of his mind without warning.

[ Ding! ]

[ The Strongest Summoning System has completed 100% energy loading! ]

The sudden sound made Ye Haocheng tremble, thinking he was hallucinating from overthinking.

He vigilantly looked around; the courtyard was still quiet, with only the rustling sound of the wind brushing the bamboo leaves.

It was not a hallucination!

The voice was extremely clear, originating directly from his consciousness sea!

Immediately after, the mechanical voice sounded again, with a sense of declaration.

[ System activation in progress... ]

[ Activation successful! ]

[ Detected that the host has bound for the first time, the novice gift package has been automatically issued: one character summoning lottery opportunity! ]

A series of notification sounds, like thunder from the nine heavens, boomed in Ye Haocheng's mind!

He first froze in place, his pupils shrinking.

In the next second, an indescribable wild joy, like a volcanic eruption, surged from the bottom of his heart, instantly sweeping through his whole body!

System!

Gold finger!

His transmigrator benefit, which had been delayed for a full twenty years, had finally... finally arrived!

Loaded for twenty years, what kind of concept was this?

If it hadn't been activated today, he would have almost forgotten that he was still a transmigrator!

The huge emotional fluctuation made his body start to tremble slightly. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, using pain to confirm that all this was not a dream.

"System?"

[ Host, I am here. ]

The system's response was quick and direct.

"You... what functions do you have? What can you do?"

[ This system is named "The Strongest Summoning System". ]

[ The host can kill "Children of Destiny" to devour and obtain their corresponding Destiny Points. ]

[ When the Destiny Points accumulate to the specified amount, you can obtain summoning lottery opportunities to perform summoning. ]

[ Destiny levels: White, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, Purple, Gold! ]

The system's introduction was concise and clear, but every word struck Ye Haocheng's heart heavily.

Kill Children of Destiny?

Devour destiny?

Although it sounded a bit like an evil villain, in the face of blood feuds, what did this matter!

"Lottery opportunity..." Ye Haocheng muttered to himself, asking in his heart, "What can I get from the lottery?"

As his thought arose, a translucent azure light screen appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

This light screen could only be seen by himself; the design on it was simple, yet it exuded a mysterious and vast aura.

In the center of the light screen were two huge and magnificent turntables, floating side by side.

The turntable on the left was bronze-colored, engraved with countless blurred human silhouettes, from emperors and generals to peddlers and pawns, encompassing everything. At the top of the turntable, it was written in an ancient script: [ Myriad Worlds Character Summoning ].

The turntable on the right was shimmering with brilliant light, treasure light radiating everywhere, engraved with patterns of divine weapons, medicinal pills, cultivation techniques, treasures, etc., dazzling the eyes. At its top was written — [ Heavens Item Summoning ].

[ Character Summoning Turntable: Can randomly summon characters from the myriad worlds of the heavens. The summoned characters may be peerless experts who shake a realm and can cover the sky with one hand, or they may be ordinary old men with no strength to truss a chicken and no knowledge of cultivation. ]

[ Item Summoning Turntable: Can randomly draw various heavenly treasures, heaven-defying supernatural powers, supreme cultivation techniques, peerless magical artifacts, etc. ]

[ Whether it is characters or items, the summoning result depends entirely on the host's luck. ]

The system's explanation clearly entered Ye Haocheng's mind.

Ye Haocheng stared fixedly at the two turntables in front of him, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

He suddenly remembered something.

"System, you just said that the novice gift package gave one character summoning opportunity?"

He asked eagerly, his eyes firmly locked on the bronze turntable on the left.

[ Yes, host. ]

[ Do you want to use it now? ]

"Use! Immediately! Right now!"

Ye Haocheng did not hesitate, almost roaring as he issued the command in his heart.

He had waited too long, too long.

The suffering of the past month, the mediocrity of the past twenty years, all the unwillingness and hatred would welcome a brand new beginning with this rotation!

The hope of revenge was right before his eyes!

[ Cultivation realm division: Martial Master, Martial Spirit, Martial Evolution, Martial Marquis, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint, Martial Venerable, Martial God, Martial Sovereign... ]