After speaking with his parents, Han Tian Yi returned to his courtyard.
The doors shut behind him with a dull echo. Incense smoke drifted lazily through the hall, curling around carved pillars. He stood there for a long moment, eyes lowered, breath steady.
The anger that had raged within him earlier slowly receded like a withdrawing tide.
He closed his eyes.
His divine sense sank inward, descending into his dantian. Spiritual energy flowed in quiet streams along his meridians, circulating naturally. The once-chaotic turbulence within his chest had already vanished, leaving behind a stillness so cold it resembled a frozen lake beneath winter moonlight.
“I can’t do anything about what I cannot control yet. I should be content that I can now cultivate…” Han Tian Yi sighed softly.
The sound was faint.
Envy flickered through his heart like a dying ember before turning to ash. What use was resentment had? He was merely at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Outside their secluded domain, such a realm was nothing.
Even the title of patriarch of the lowest Immortal Clan amounted to little more than a speck of dust before the boundless heavens.
“All I can do now is make use of what I have.” he murmured, his eyes narrowing.
“And all I have… is being born into the Han Clan as the eldest son of Han Fei Yu.”
His gaze sharpened.
Thoughts moved like blades being drawn from their sheaths.
“I should use my position as the current heir to meet the ancestors. I need to leave a good impression on them. With that…”
A strange glint surfaced in his eyes.
“I might even be able to corrupt their mind realms and make them my slaves.”
A low chuckle slipped from his throat.
The sound lingered in the empty hall before he slowly shook his head.
“Oh, Han Tian Yi… you shouldn’t be greedy. Rushing things while you’re still weak will only lead to your own downfall.”
He inhaled deeply, guiding the breath down into his dantian.
“Ha… I can’t touch the ancestors yet.”
His expression relaxed.
But a faint, chilling smile gradually curved along his lips.
“But… that doesn’t mean I can’t, someday~”
For now, it would be enough to let his name echo upon the Ancestral Mountain.
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High above the clouds, the Ancestral Mountain pierced the heavens.
Spiritual mist coiled around its peaks like white dragons slumbering among ancient stone. The air was heavy with spiritual energy so dense it almost condensed into droplets.
A spiritual beast streaked across the sky.
Its form resembled a divine bird, vast wings spread wide. Lightning flickered faintly between its feathers, crackling with restrained power.
Within its beak, a sealed letter glowed softly, inscriptions shimmering across its surface.
With a sharp cry, the beast descended toward a solitary pavilion nestled among towering cliffs and thousand-year-old pines.
An old man stood before the pavilion.
White hair cascaded down his back. His beard flowed to his chest, swaying gently in the mountain wind. Though time had etched lines upon his face, his spine remained straight as a spear.
His aura was calm.
Too calm.
Like a deep sea whose surface betrayed nothing of the storms hidden beneath.
The spiritual beast landed and lowered its head, offering the letter.
The old man accepted it with steady fingers.
“It seems like a letter from my son.” he said softly.
This was Han Tian Long—the former patriarch of the Han Clan and Han Tian Yi’s grandfather. After stepping into the peak of the Saint Realm, he severed himself from worldly affairs and secluded himself upon this sacred mountain.
Yet even in seclusion, the clan’s fate still found its way to him.
He broke the seal.
His gaze swept across the contents.
“Hmm… my grandson wants to meet us?” Han Tian Long muttered.
His brows furrowed slightly as he continued reading.
Then—
His pupils shrank.
“WHAT? He knows how to be one with the Dao?!”
The surrounding mist trembled faintly.
To step into the Dao God Realm, one must fully comprehend the Dao—body, soul, and will merging with heaven and earth. Countless geniuses had exhausted their lifespans chasing that realm, dying with regret at its threshold.
Yet Han Tian Yi claimed he already knew how.
And he was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Han Tian Long’s grip tightened imperceptibly.
His grandson had always been intelligent—sharp beyond his years. But this was no small matter.
Could it be true?
After a long silence, he exhaled slowly.
“I must tell the others about this.”
He turned and walked toward a massive pavilion carved directly into the mountain face. Though its exterior was plain, an ancient and oppressive aura seeped from within.
Four figures resided there.
Four cultivators who had reached the peak of the Saint Realm just like him.
Han Tian Long stepped inside.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! It seems we have an interesting descendant in this era…”
Thunderous laughter shook the hall.
A towering man stepped forward. His physique was immense, muscles knotted like coiling dragons beneath his skin. His aura surged violently, oppressive and tyrannical. Just standing near him felt like standing before a demonic overlord.
He was Han Shin Tao.
Though he appeared no older than a man in his twenties, the bloodthirst hidden in his eyes spoke of countless centuries.
“Is it the one blessed with the Primordial Root of Chaos?” a gentle voice asked.
A woman in plain white robes stood nearby, her expression serene. Her beauty was otherworldly, like an immortal fairy untouched by mortal dust.
This was Fairy Han Tie.
“No, it’s little Tian Yi, Mother.” Han Tian Long replied.
“Hohoho~ so the eldest son does not fall behind his little brother in terms of talent?” another voice said.
An old man sat cross-legged at the center of the pavilion. His face was lined with deep wrinkles, yet his eyes were boundless—like ancient stars that had witnessed eras rise and fall.
Han He Ling.
The oldest ancestor.
To one side stood a small girl, arms folded, her face indifferent. She appeared no more than ten years old. Yet her aura was deep and steady, unmoved by the passing of millennia.
Han Yaoyao.
“So… he wants to browse even the ancient scriptures here, in exchange for telling us?” Han He Ling asked.
“Yes, Great Ancestor.” Han Tian Long bowed slightly. “My grandson is fond of reading. Han Fei Yu said he has already read every book within the clan library. That is why he wishes to come here—to read the primordial scriptures we guard.”
“Is that so?” Han He Ling murmured. “Even we cannot fully comprehend those scriptures. They were said to have been born in the Beginning of the World Era.”
Han Yaoyao’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Just a hobby of reading?” she said. “I don’t buy it. Why is that child so eager to read the primordial scriptures, Tian Long?”
Han Tian Long hesitated.
“That… He was born with the Cursed Body Constitution, Great Ancestors…”
The temperature inside the pavilion seemed to drop.
“What nonsense are you talking about, Tian Long?!” Han Shin Tao roared.
His aura exploded outward like a demonic tempest.
“How could we have a descendant who cannot cultivate?! That constitution condemns one to mortality! Is he seeking a cure for that incurable body?!”
Han Tian Long remained composed.
“Fei Yu said Tian Yi has already cured his body, Great Ancestor.”
Silence.
Then—
“WHAT?!”
The Cursed Body Constitution.
A punishment imposed by Heaven and Dao themselves.
No cure.
No exception.
Those born with it were forever barred from cultivation.
But behind that curse lay another truth.
Such individuals possessed potential so heaven-defying yet demonic in nature that Heaven and Dao had no choice but to suppress them from birth.
Disasters.
Calamities in human form.
And one had been born into the Han Clan.
“Oho?” Han He Ling’s ancient eyes gleamed. “Then it seems his claim that he knows how to be one with the Dao itself is definitely true.”
None of them spoke of righteousness.
Han Shin Tao had once slaughtered mortals and immortals alike to advance his cultivation. Rivers of blood had marked his path.
Yet he stood here as an honored ancestor.
In this world, strength decided all.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WHAT AN INTERESTING CHILD! IT SEEMS ONE OF MY BLOODLINE HAS FINALLY EMERGED IN OUR CLAN!~” Shin Tao laughed wildly, excitement blazing in his eyes.
“Alright.” Han He Ling said calmly. “Give him permission. I also want to see what this child is like.”
The others nodded.
Half a day later, a spiritual beast descended before Han Fei Yu.
Within its beak was a letter bearing the seal of the Ancestral Mountain.
Permission had been granted.
