The Age of Prosperity

Meanwhile, in Zhongzhou.

“Breathe in... breathe out...”

Inside a spacious and luxurious palace, the floor paved with fine white jade, a handsome young man clad in a black robe sat cross-legged on a bed, practicing breathing techniques.

This was Mo Yu, the very man who had been killed by a single glare from Ye Shu back in the day.

“Finally recovered.”

Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes. Recalling the scene at Qingxuan Sect where Ye Shu had stared him to death, he still felt a lingering fear.

Who would have thought that even the final boss blocking the doorstep would be useless?

The man had directly ascended to immortality on the spot!

If not for the system’s great power, which had lent him three hundred thousand luck points to revive him, he would have truly vanished from this world.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu couldn’t help but sigh.

“Bro System, you’re so good to me.”

As expected, a must-have system for any time traveler. With this thing around, how could he lose to a Child of Destiny? He was the real protagonist of this world!

[Ding! This is what a system is supposed to do.]

[This system’s purpose is to help the host suppress the Child of Destiny, plunder their luck, and support the host in becoming the most powerful villain across the multiverse.]

“Great, great, great! You and I working together will surely be invincible under heaven!” Hearing the system’s words, Mo Yu couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Now that the Child of Destiny was dead, who could still oppose him?

Even if that opponent had been strong, he was still just a dead man now.

Watching its host’s insufferable arrogance, the system curled its lips in disdain but still patiently flattered him a few lines.

[Ding! The host is wise and mighty, blessed with fortune. In time, you will surely rule the world.]

If not for that damn Child of Destiny!

Just thinking about it made the system furious.

Everything had been going smoothly. It had only been waiting for the Child of Destiny to die so it could seize his luck. But then the guy had stepped into the immortal realm and split all his luck into hundreds of portions, scattering them across every corner of Zhongzhou.

All that dazzling luck had been given away to the poor, instantly birthing many new Children of Destiny.

This had forced the system to revive this host.

After all, despite being useless, Mo Yu was still the young master of the Mo family and the son of the original story’s final boss.

As for the ultimate boss, Mo Yuan?

Possessing someone like that would make it too easy to get discovered.

So Mo Yu was the best choice.

“Can’t lose the sesame seeds just to chase the watermelon,” the system consoled itself internally.

Resurrecting Mo Yu had cost a fair amount of luck points.

But the principle of “can’t catch a wolf without risking a child” still held true.

Besides, everything from here on out would be a clean sweep.

[Because the host’s revival and repairs took considerable time, all the Children of Destiny have already been born. Please take advantage while they are still young and nip them in the bud.]

Mo Yu nodded, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

“Children of Destiny?”

“Become stepping stones in my villainous career.” With that, he swung himself off the bed and headed for the door.

Today was the day of bloodline awakening!

Indeed, as descendants of immortals, the eight hidden clans could awaken their bloodline to enhance their talents. As the young master of the Mo family, Mo Yu had already done this once, but to become stronger, he still had a chance for a second awakening.

Meanwhile, at the Mo family’s back mountain.

Among the lush forests stood a towering stone tablet that pierced the clouds, covered in ancient runes that faintly shimmered.

“Wow... what’s this?”

A newly arrived disciple from a branch family stared at the towering stone tablet, his mouth gaping open in awe.

“Heh, first-timer, huh? You must be from a branch family,” said a direct-line disciple beside him, pointing proudly at the tablet. “This is the Mo family’s foundation in the Xuantian Continent. Our ancestor left this Immortal-awakening Tablet when he ascended. It can activate the bloodline within us Mo family members, enhancing our talents and cultivation.”

“That’s why the Mo family produces strong cultivators generation after generation. Otherwise, how could we stand tall in Zhongzhou, above the many sage lands?”

“Immortal bloodline?” the branch disciple murmured, gazing at the tablet with deep longing.

Another new branch disciple asked, “Senior, such a priceless treasure is just left out in the open like this, guarded by nobodies like us. Aren’t you afraid someone with ill intent might destroy it?”

Hearing this, the direct-line disciple burst into laughter.

“You don’t honestly think we’re the real guards, do you? We’re just here for decoration. After all, this kind of thing needs to have people watching over it.”

“As for someone destroying it...”

He shook his head with a sneer. “The Immortal-awakening Tablet is placed in the Mo family’s most central territory. To even touch it, you’d first have to break through our family’s layers of defenses. There’s no force in Zhongzhou strong enough to do that right now.”

“And even if, by some miracle, someone made it here, it would mean our Mo family was already done for, anyway.”

He chuckled wryly, shaking his head. “So don’t you two worry. It’s perfectly safe.”

As soon as the words left his mouth—

Whoosh!

A blinding white light suddenly flashed across the sky, forcing everyone present to shield their eyes.

Boom!!!

“Argh! My eyes!”

The direct-line disciple screamed, clutching his face. “Damn it! Who’s creating lightning in broad daylight?”

He rubbed his eyes and opened them, only to see the two branch disciples trembling and pointing fearfully behind him, looking as if they’d seen a ghost.

“C-cousin... behind you...”

“So dramatic.”

The direct-line disciple turned around casually—and froze.

That ancient Immortal-awakening Tablet, standing there for ten thousand years, had split apart.

A sword light, piercing heaven and earth, had sliced down, cleaving the entire Mo family—including the tablet—in half.

Two figures stood towering in the void.

Xie Gubai’s eyes were as cold as ice. “Today, I will kill many, many people.”