Mo Yu did not hesitate in the slightest. Following the Great Elder, he made his way toward the towering divine mountain in the deepest part of the ancestral land.
The mountain path was simple and ancient. Strange flowers and exotic herbs grew on either side, radiating a dense vitality. Threads of golden light cascaded down from the summit, merging into his bloodline and filling his entire body with comfort, as if he had returned to the most primordial of wombs.
The entrance to the Ancestral Cavern was not a cave within the mountain, but a curtain of light that flowed with liquid golden flames, resembling a gateway through space and time.
The Great Elder and several clan elders stopped outside the cavern, their expressions solemn and devout.
“Young Master, only those who bear a pure Imperial bloodline may enter the Ancestral Cavern. We shall wait here for your return.”
Mo Yu drew a deep breath. He could sense, beyond the gateway, an ancient will that shared the same origin as his bloodline, yet was countless times more vast and majestic.
He nodded solemnly to the elders, then turned and stepped into the golden curtain of light.
The instant he entered the Ancestral Cavern, the scene before his eyes changed completely.
This was not a physical dwelling within a cave, but an endless spiritual world filled with golden Laws and chaotic energy.
Above, the stars seemed to have been condensed from the purest Qilin Dao runes.
At the center of the world stood an immense Qilin phantom, so vast that it defied description.
It was not a physical entity. It was more like a glorious memory frozen in time, an undying imprint of will.
Simply lying there, it seemed capable of supporting the eternal heavens and suppressing the boundless cosmos.
Its majesty far surpassed that of any existence Mo Yu had ever encountered. It even faintly reminded him of the unfathomable depths of Lord Gu Changge.
“My descendant…”
A vast and ancient voice, one that seemed to have crossed the endless river of time, rang directly within the deepest part of Mo Yu’s soul.
It contained no specific words, yet conveyed all meaning.
In an instant, a tremendous torrent of thought surged into Mo Yu’s sea of consciousness!
This was no longer a mere succession of inherited images. Fragmented yet magnificent memories were imprinted directly into his soul.
He saw an ancient heavenly palace suspended at an immeasurable height, radiating boundless auspicious immortal light.
Qilins trod upon clouds, phoenixes descended in stately splendor, true dragons coiled around pillars, and all beasts bowed in worship!
Deep within the ancestral court, Qilin ancestors larger than stars stood with auras that pierced heaven and earth. With every opening and closing of their eyes, universes were born and destroyed.
Among them, the most majestic figure wore the Qilin Ancestral Crown and was draped in a robe depicting the worship of all beasts. Though it was merely a projection, it caused Mo Yu’s bloodline to boil and submit.
“What kind of existence is this?!”
Mo Yu’s mind trembled violently. He had originally believed that the inheritance of the ancestral land would at most come from some ancient Demon Emperor or even a Great Emperor.
But the sight before him had completely surpassed the limits of his understanding. Such a spectacle absolutely did not belong to this world!
Then the scene abruptly shifted!
A devastating battle erupted. The heavenly palace shattered, and the starry river was annihilated!
The majestic Qilin King roared as blood stained the Immortal Domain. In the end, a fragment of the heavenly palace, carrying the inheritance and seeds of the bloodline, fell into the boundless void…
The final image was that of the Qilin King’s broken phantom, which let out a mournful cry filled with hope:
“May the inheritance never perish, and the bloodline never be severed. When the king’s blood burns anew, return to the heavenly palace…”
Boom!
All the images and information ultimately condensed into a resplendent golden blood crystal, which plunged into his heart.
“Roar—!”
Mo Yu threw back his head and unleashed a Qilin’s howl that pierced through the soul.
It was no longer a simple beast’s roar, but the cry of an emperor imbued with the majesty and sorrow of the Immortal Ancient era!
Unprecedented golden-red divine light erupted from his body. Behind him, a new Qilin manifestation emerged proudly, its feet treading upon auspicious clouds, its body wrapped in chaotic energy, and ancient Immortal Dao runes carved across its scales.
His bloodline began to purify and transform at a frenzied pace. A complex golden mark slowly took shape between his brows.
His cultivation broke through the Saint realm without the slightest obstruction, soaring directly to the Saint King realm!
Torrential power surged through his flesh and magical power. The lost Immortal Ancient secret arts—the Myriad Spirits Life-Nurturing Art, the Undying Battle Body, and Auspicious Blessing—were imprinted within his heart.
He also received a fragmentary star map pointing toward the ruins of the Myriad Spirits Immortal Palace somewhere in the Immortal Domain!
No one knew how much time had passed before the radiance gradually faded.
Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his crimson-gold pupils, an ancient immortal court rose and fell while the starry river revolved.
His aura was as tranquil as an abyss, yet it carried the supreme majesty buried within his bloodline—a majesty that permitted no blasphemy. His level of life and the potential of his Dao foundation had undergone a complete and earth-shaking transformation.
He felt the tremendous changes within his body and the crystal-clear inherited memories in his mind, yet he fell into a state of immense, almost blank shock.
The Myriad Spirits Heavenly Palace. Descendants of the Immortal Realm. Cast down into this world…
These words churned madly through his mind. Each one weighed as heavily as ten thousand mountains, shattering everything he had previously believed!
So my roots lie in the Immortal Realm!
An indescribable sense of absurdity and upheaval swept over him.
This extreme leap in status and total collapse of his understanding brought a devastating impact.
Then came the heavy pressure and anxiety, surging into his heart like a tide.
What kind of terrifying beings had caused the heavenly palace to shatter and his ancestor to bleed?
The clansmen might live in peace within this remote corner of the lower realm for now, but if they truly had to face the enemies of the Immortal Domain one day…
Mo Yu clenched his fists. He could feel the inheritance within his bloodline—both glorious and sorrowful—and his emotions became unimaginably complicated.
This was no longer a simple matter of restoring his clan. It was a destiny tied to grudges within the Immortal Domain, a struggle involving the Emperor level and perhaps even higher realms!
The burden upon his shoulders had suddenly become incomparably heavy.
When he emerged from the Ancestral Cavern, the clan elders waiting outside sensed the primordial, Immortal Ancient aura that now differed so completely from before.
They froze for a moment. Then, overwhelmed with excitement, their entire bodies began to tremble, and they all prostrated themselves in worship.
“We welcome the Young Master, heir to the true inheritance of the ancestral land!”
They could sense that the Young Master’s bloodline had awakened to a realm beyond their imagination.
That pressure even gave them the illusion that they were standing before the imprint of a Great Emperor!
Mo Yu helped the clan elders to their feet. His gaze had become calm and resolute.
“Great Elder, uncles, I now understand our clan’s true origins. This place is the foundation upon which our clan shall rise, but it is by no means the end.”
He left behind some basic Immortal Ancient cultivation methods suitable for the clansmen, arranged the affairs of the clan, and once again concealed the ancestral land with due care.
When he reappeared in the Southern Region and reunited with Xiao Ruobai and the others, his bearing had changed completely.
There was less of his former impatience, replaced by a calmness and depth born from an ancient bloodline.
Even more striking was the natural majesty that radiated from him, faint yet ever-present.
It was as if he were no longer merely a powerful prodigy of the demon race, but the incarnate emissary of some older and nobler existence.
“Master, my affairs are settled. Let us return to the sect.”
Mo Yu spoke in a calm voice, yet it carried a strange rhythm, as if it could draw the sparse auspicious energy of heaven and earth toward him.
Xiao Ruobai’s gaze fell upon Mo Yu, and a subtle glimmer flashed through his eyes.
He keenly sensed that Mo Yu had not only broken through to the Saint King realm; the very essence of his life seemed to have undergone an indescribable leap. The Dao rhythm surrounding him had also fused with the laws of heaven and earth in a manner that was even deeper and more natural.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
