BTTH: The Legend Of Xiu Emperor

Hun Xiu sat cross-legged beneath a large tree, holding an ancient martial arts manual—the Flame Devouring Codex—a mysterious technique he had acquired from Hun Tian Di.

At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but Hun Xiu quickly realized something bizarre: the text was written in Chinese—his native language from his past life.

It was a revelation that struck him like a bolt of lightning. Only a time traveler like himself could understand the codex's content, let alone practice its techniques.

Hun Xiu casually flipped through its pages until his gaze landed on the first sentence. The moment he read it, his body trembled, his hair stood on end, and the codex slipped from his hands, landing with a dull thud on the grass.

The sentence read:

Do you want to be the strongest? Or Do you want to rule the universe? Then this technique is for you!

But if you want to practice this technique, then you must first castrate yourself.

The third paragraph has 14 simple words. Yet, they had utterly petrified him.

Hun Xiu's legs felt weak, and an icy chill ran through his spine. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

He sat there in silence, staring at the closed Flame Devouring Codex lying on the ground. His body trembled slightly, a cold sweat forming on his brow.

Hun Xiu didn't fully understand why he had traveled to this strange world, but one thing was certain—he had traveled through time and space.

He couldn't afford to waste this opportunity. Furthermore, his identity didn't permit him to be idle.

This was a world where cultivation was everything. If he didn't strive to become strong, how could he survive?

In his previous life, he had dreamed of power—being able to change the world with a wave of his hand, with the wind and clouds bending to his will.

Yet, in that life, he was just an ordinary person with no chance to achieve such ambitions.

Now, he had been given a second chance. It would be a lie to say he didn't crave power.

But this technique… it left him utterly conflicted.

"But if you want to practice this technique, then you must first castrate yourself."

Did this mean that in his pursuit of strength, he had to give up everything that made him a man? Is this the price of becoming great being? Why didn't Xiao Yan didn't have such price to pay..... It is because he's the Son of Heaven?

If he had been born a woman in this life, it might have been a different story.

But he was clearly a man. How could he willingly sacrifice his future generations for a technique?

Hun Xiu, still a child, muttered to himself, "I don't want to give up the joys of life before I've even experienced them…"

Even if he had already tasted the pleasures of life, he wouldn't be willing to part with them just to practice a martial technique.

He simply wasn't cruel enough to himself. If he were, he could have made the sacrifice and mastered the Flame Devouring Codex.

In the future, he might become the strongest of the strong.

But looking at the codex lying on the ground, he hesitated. His hand reached out to pick it up but stopped mid-air.

This Flame Devouring Codex was too terrifying.

He couldn't bring himself to face the consequences of his choice. A wave of regret washed over him.

"Why…"

"There were two techniques in front of me, and I chose poorly. If only…"

"If only I could go back, I would choose the Emperor Burning Fire Technique without hesitation."

He glanced at the Flame Devouring Codex on the ground and muttered, "What if… I ask my father to exchange it for the Emperor Burning Fire Technique?"

Suddenly, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

"Warning. Warning. The system has detected strong intentions to violate the rules. Please cease immediately. Failure to comply will result in system self-destruction, leading to host's termination."

Hun Xiu froze. "Changing back to the Emperor Burning Fire Technique… that counts as breaking the rules?"

"The system will self-destruct?"

His face turned pale as the implications sank in. What kind of mess had he gotten himself into?

He had thought he'd found a treasure, only to discover it was more like a cursed object.

Now, he had no choice but to walk the path he had chosen, even if it meant crawling every step of the way.

He had always heard of the saying, "You reap what you sow."

Now, he was experiencing it firsthand.

This was his choice. He had to see it through, even if it meant shedding tears.

What other option did he have? Regret? Regret would only trigger the system's self-destruction, taking him down with it.

Hun Xiu's hands trembled as he picked up the Flame Devouring Codex again. It felt unbearably heavy, as though it weighed a thousand pounds.

It wasn't just a martial arts manual anymore. It was his happiness, his future, his very life.

With trembling hands, he opened the first page once more.

The words glared back at him.

But if you want to practice this technique, then you must first castrate yourself.

To Hun Xiu, these 14 words seemed to glow with an ominous golden light.

Tears welled up in his eyes and finally spilled over. Slowly, he placed the codex on the ground, his heart heavy with despair.

He had come to this world through great trials, determined to become the legendary figure he had always dreamed of.

He didn't want to give up.

With his exceptional talent, powerful lineage, and the system guiding him, he was destined for greatness.

But now, he was faced with two choices.

The first: abandon the Flame Devouring Codex and violate the rules, leading to his death.

The second: endure the consequences of his decision, no matter how painful.

And so, he made his choice. He would pay the price, even if it meant tears.

Because there was no other way.