Young Hero, No Magic Powers [Mythology Crossover]

************Thanks for waiting, everyone! The story is finished and saved as a draft. It will begin updating regularly starting April 22. Under normal circumstances, there will be an update every day at 6 p.m. This will follow The Little Imperial Grandson from the Interstellar Era.***

A Yuan has been very busy lately, studying formations and practicing swordsmanship with the Saint of Shangqing. Every so often, he also goes to the Huoyun Palace to learn medicine from the Earth Sovereign. But although he's busy, his days are quite fulfilling.

One day, the Heavenly Venerable of the Primordial Beginning called A Yuan over and handed him a sword. “You've been learning swordsmanship from Tongtian lately, so I forged this magical weapon for you to practice with. I hope you'll use it well.”

A Yuan was delighted. After thanking the Saint of Yuqing, he happily carried his new sword out of the hall.

Inside, Tongtian said to Laozi, “Eldest Brother, is it really all right to let him go out like this?”

Laozi smiled faintly. “Those favored by the Great Dao are better suited to this journey than you or I.”

A Yuan was showing off his sword everywhere when a black hole sucked him inside.

He had no way to contact the little worlds that had previously been beyond his reach, and naturally, he couldn't contact his powerful backers in the Primordial World either.

In these little worlds, gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters all appeared.

In these little worlds, every kind of joy and sorrow could be found.

In one little world, the little ancestor of the Underworld faced a powerful demon battling right in front of him. He looked at the thing in his hand, called a magical weapon but actually just a sword, and nearly wept. All he could do was hug it and watch the excitement.

When everyone else soared through the clouds, the little ancestor managed to jump onto the roof in a single leap. Well, that was still much better than being a scholar who couldn't even lift a chicken.

When everyone else turned leaves into blades, the little ancestor charged forward with his sword. “Come on, bring it!”

A Yuan beat his chest and stamped his feet. “Gods and Buddhas fill the heavens, demons and monsters roam everywhere, and I'm the only one without magic power. Heavenly Dao, is this any way to treat someone? Come out and take a sword strike!”

Heavenly Dao: “Young hero, press bravely forward.”

Theme: Young people, press bravely forward.