130: The mighty Heavenly Dao! Has become a mortal!!

Silence!

Lu Chen finally opened his heavy eyelids after an unknown amount of time in Chaos and nothingness.

What greeted his eyes was an extremely dilapidated, low wooden house emitting the smell of decaying wood and dust.

The light was dim, with only a few faint rays struggling to squeeze through cracks in the wall.

Shadowy figures filled the cramped space before him, their faces etched with frustration and sympathy.

Lu Chen instinctively tried to rub his eyes, but was startled to find his arms short and weak, only seeing a chubby little hand with the characteristic wrinkles of a baby?!

Lu Chen’s heart sank, but a string of loud, piercing "wa wa wa" cries uncontrollably burst from his throat.

"heavenly dao diary! Open!" Lu Chen shouted, but there was no response!

"Heavenly Dao Workshop! Enter!" He tried again, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea!

"System! System, are you there? Get your ass out here!" Lu Chen cursed!

Lu Chen’s heart instantly went cold—no cheat! No Golden Finger! I, the esteemed Heavenly Dao, actually have to start from scratch, becoming a complete Mortal!

Soon, from the fragmented words and sighs of the surrounding crowd, Lu Chen roughly understood the situation at hand:

Just three hours ago, the bad news arrived—his father, Lu Dashan of the hunting team, had unfortunately died after being attacked by an Baleful Beast, the 'Zhen,' while hunting in Mang Mountain outside the village.

His mother, Liu, who had just given birth to Lu Chen, was heartbroken upon hearing the tragic news of her husband’s death. Her emotions overwhelmed her, leading to a terrible postpartum hemorrhage, and she passed away after a brief struggle.

Lu Chen instantly became an orphan with both parents deceased, and was even regarded by the ignorant villagers as an "ominous star" who brought disaster.

The villagers’ eyes flickered; clearly, no one was willing to raise this baby considered "inauspicious."

Just then, a small, thin figure pushed through the crowd—it was his mother Liu’s ten-year-old sister, Liu Xiaohua, still with a hint of childishness on her face, who was Lu Chen’s aunt.

Her small chest heaved violently, and she excitedly declared in a childish voice, "If you won't raise him! I will!!"

An undisguised sneer rang out from the crowd.

The one who laughed was Lu Qingfeng, the twelve-year-old son of Village Chief Village Chief, his face full of mockery and disdain: "Heh, you’ll raise him? Liu Xiaohua, how old are you? Do you have milk? What will you use to feed him??"

Liu Xiaohua’s face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple, but she didn’t back down in the slightest, defiantly puffing out her small chest, her voice rising eight octaves: "I... I raised over a dozen sheep! I have goat milk! I’ll feed him with goat milk! Hmph!!"

In the end, the Village Chief and the villagers agreed to Liu Xiaohua’s request to adopt Lu Chen.

Regardless, Lu Chen’s father had died for the village.

In this world, a ten-year-old girl was already an important laborer in many families, even beginning to take on a part of household responsibilities.

Especially in a place like Lu Family Village, where resources were extremely scarce.

Women could not Cultivate and could only do farm work.

It wasn't that the village favored males over females, but due to scarce resources, men had a much higher chance of success in martial arts than women, so the village had to concentrate resources on potentially strong men.

This was a world of Martial Artists.

If a village could produce one Martial Artist, the entire village would enjoy a hundred years of prosperity.

If they were lucky enough to Breakthrough to a Martial Artist and be noticed by the legendary Immortal Cultivation Sects, it could ensure five hundred years of peace for the village.

Unfortunately, Lu Family Village had not produced a Martial Artist for a thousand years, let alone a Cultivator.

Lu Chen lay in his aunt Liu Xiaohua’s not-so-broad embrace, trying to calm his surging emotions.

His starting situation was akin to Hell mode—both parents deceased, regarded as a bringer of disaster by the entire village, living under the care of a ten-year-old child. It looked very tragic, but in fact, it might not be a bad thing.

In an obscure, resource-poor, remote small village forgotten by the mainstream world!

It just gave him valuable time and space to "lie low" and develop, to understand and integrate into this world.

On the surface, he had no Golden Finger or cheat.

But in reality, he possessed the most terrifying, Heaven-Defying "cheat" in this world—he was the creator of this world!

Deep within his memory were etched the approximate locations of hundreds of items capable of causing cataclysmic changes, known as "heavenly dao forbidden items"!

He knew countless Forbidden Grounds where danger and opportunity coexisted, blessed lands brimming with Spiritual Qi, and burial grounds holding ancient primordial secrets!

More importantly, his Soul was imprinted with the supreme Cultivation Technique he had created by integrating six civilizations—the "Six Paths Chaotic Heaven Art"!

Every word, every Cultivate route, every crucial mystery, he knew by heart!

Unfortunately, he didn't remember other Earth Rank, ordinary Cultivation Techniques; before, he had the heavenly dao diary, so he didn't need to remember.

Therefore, for Lu Chen, the most crucial task at hand was: to survive! To grow up safe and healthy!

Then, to quickly figure out which area of the Small World he was in! Once he successfully pinpointed his location, he could use the "treasure map" in his memory to search for the nearest, relatively easiest heavenly dao forbidden item to obtain! That was his key to turning things around!

Damn it!

Suddenly, Lu Chen remembered something and wished he could slap himself hard!

He had truly dug a pit for himself!

To increase the difficulty of obtaining heavenly dao forbidden items, he had mechanical girl zero set up various game-like illusionary realms around the forbidden items, involving puzzles, rules, challenges, and so on.

He hadn't had time to look at the answers before Transmigration here!

"Oh, little one, don't move around so much, your body is really heavy, it's quite a strain on my arm!" His aunt Liu Xiaohua clumsily held Lu Chen in her arms. "Seeing how solid you are, how about... we call you Lu Chen?" She asked tentatively, as if consulting with the infant.

Indeed, everything was fate’s arrangement!

Lu Chen was both amused and exasperated. He immediately grinned with his toothless little mouth, making "gurgling" sounds like laughter, while also trying hard to nod his small head.

Liu Xiaohua’s eyes instantly lit up like stars in the sky, and she exclaimed in surprise: "Oh! Look everyone! He’s smiling! He’s nodding! He understands what I’m saying! He likes this name! From now on, you’ll be called Lu Chen! Lu Chen! Little Chen’er!"

She excitedly announced to the people around her, as if this were a remarkable achievement in her life.

The other villagers looked at Liu Xiaohua with sympathy: "You can laugh now, but in a few days, you’ll know how troublesome and tormenting it is to raise a baby!"

Village Chief Village Chief, his face etched with the marks of time and his eyes quite sharp, said in a low voice: "Liu Xiaohua, it’s a good thing that you’ve taken on the responsibility of raising this child. But you cannot neglect your daily farm work and assigned chores in the village! Your share cannot be reduced."

Liu Xiaohua raised her still-childish, flushed face and nodded vigorously: "Understood, Village Chief! Don’t worry! I will never be lazy! I will work even harder to earn an extra portion of food, so I can raise my Little Chen’er to be fair, plump, and strong!"