Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Lin Fan stood in front of the ruins of his old house, his feet seemed to be stuck in the mud, unable to take another step forward. The scene before him made his heart feel as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult. The once warm home was now only a piece of broken walls and collapsed beams, no longer in its former appearance.

"This is my home..." Lin Fan muttered to himself, his voice trembling. His eyes were filled with pain and helplessness, and he seemed to have lost all his strength. He had expected that, despite the disaster that Xueting Village had experienced, at least a trace of familiarity would remain in his home. However, what he saw now was a pile of broken walls and ruins. The place that once carried his childhood memories now seemed to be nothing but dead ruins.

This is where Lin Fan lived with his parents. Once upon a time, he still remembered his mother hanging clothes in the yard and his father chatting with the elders in the village at the door. Although the days at that time were simple, they were full of warmth and peace. Lin Fan once vowed that no matter how far he would go in the future, one day, he would bring his parents back to this land and continue that simple and peaceful life.

But at this moment, all of this has come to nothing.

"Damn it!" Lin Fan suddenly clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, almost breaking them. The spiritual power in his body surged involuntarily, and the air around him seemed to tremble slightly because of his anger. The pain suppressed in his chest, mixed with hatred and self-blame, almost completely drowned him at this moment.

He walked forward, squatted down, and reached out to touch the rubble and soil on the ground. The remaining broken wood pieces were the roof beams in his memory. Every piece of ruins here had witnessed his growth. He looked up at the collapsed door frame, as if he could still see his mother standing at the door, smiling and calling him home for dinner.

"Mother..." Lin Fan whispered, his eyes slightly red, tears welling up in his eyes. Although he had already become a powerful cultivator and had experienced countless hardships, standing in front of the ruins at this moment, he was still like a child longing for his mother's warm embrace.

Zhong Ling'er stood silently by the side. Seeing Lin Fan's pain at the moment, her heart was also filled with sadness. She walked forward gently, held Lin Fan's hand, and whispered to comfort him: "Brother Fan...you still have us. No matter what happens, we will be with you."

Lin Fan nodded, but the pain in his heart could not be alleviated by these words. The anger in his chest was still burning, and he knew that he had to avenge this hatred with his own hands.

Suddenly, Lin Fan's thoughts were brought back to reality by an event that was deeply buried in his memory. He suddenly remembered a person - his teacher, the old man who taught him to read and write since he was a child. The teacher was not only his enlightenment mentor, but also an elder whom he always respected as an elder. The children in the village called him Mr., and Lin Fan affectionately called him "Grandpa Mr.".

"Where's the teacher?" Lin Fan suddenly turned around and looked at Ouyang Hu anxiously, as if he had grabbed the last straw. "How is the teacher? Is he still alive?"

Ouyang Hu's expression suddenly darkened when he heard this. He shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The school... the school is gone. It was burned down when Yan attacked. As for the teacher..." A trace of pain flashed in Ouyang Hu's eyes, and he said slowly, "The teacher has disappeared long ago. Maybe... maybe he has..." At this point, Ouyang Hu couldn't bear to continue.

Lin Fan's heart suddenly sank, as if being pressed down by a huge rock. He couldn't believe that the old man who taught and educated people might not be alive now. The school in his memory, that simple wooden house, was always full of the fragrance of books. The teacher's kind face and gentle smile were the warmest companions for Lin Fan on his way to study.

"Impossible..." Lin Fan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists again, his knuckles turning white. He stood up, his eyes filled with despair, and walked towards the direction of the school.

Not far away, the former school had long since turned into a charred ruin, with even the most basic framework no longer visible. It was a ruthless fire that completely destroyed the hopes of the children in the village and the place that once taught them dreams and knowledge.

Lin Fan stood in front of the ruins, his heart full of bitterness. He gently closed his eyes, as if he could still hear the calm and warm voice of his teacher: "Children, the world is difficult, but as long as you have light in your hearts, no matter how dark the road is, you can find the way forward."

However, there is no sound in the ruins now, only the cold wind blowing, blowing up the ashes on the ground, bringing a dead and desolate silence.

"Brother Fan... maybe Mr. Fan..." Zhong Ling'er spoke softly, with some comfort in her words, "Maybe he just left to avoid the war, and he will come back one day."

Lin Fan closed his eyes tightly and remained silent for a long time before slowly opening them. He knew that such comfort might not be true, but he was willing to believe that even if there was a glimmer of hope, he was willing to believe that the master was still alive.

"Sir... you said that knowledge can change destiny, but why... I can't change my own destiny, and I can't even protect you and the village." Lin Fan felt sad, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. The scene of the old man writing seemed to appear in front of him. In silence, Lin Fan felt a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before.

"Brother Fan, it is difficult to defy fate, but now that we have the power, we must never let these tragedies happen again." Jin Buke's low voice sounded behind him, with a steady power.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the grief in his heart. He knew that he could no longer let hatred and pain devour his sanity. He had to become stronger and seek justice for these dead relatives, friends, and even husbands.

"Hu Zi, next, we must find a way to investigate the motives of the Yan nobles. Why did they massacre the village, and what are they looking for?" Lin Fan's voice became calm and full of determination.

Ouyang Hu nodded and said with a firm look: "Brother Fan, we have been secretly collecting intelligence over the years. My brothers and I will definitely continue to follow up. As long as we can unite with other resistance forces, sooner or later we will be able to take back Yunzhou City!"

Lin Fan nodded slowly, his eyes becoming resolute again. He knew that the road ahead was full of challenges, but no matter what, he would not let the people around him get hurt again.

"We must take revenge for the village and Yunzhou City." Lin Fan clenched his fists, his tone firm and stern. He looked up at the sky in the distance, as if he could see the haze pressing down on Yunzhou City. The oath burned in his heart, as if it was about to break through the clouds.