There are many Mortal World in this novel and what determines the world to be a mortal world is the spiritual energy it produced! Once a world can only produce spiritual roots of the lowest to mid tier, it's immediately labeled as mortal world. Immortal world on the other hand has thick spiritual energy and can produce high to highest spiritual roots if a cultovator cultivate in that world. So the moment you are born in the mortal world, without a connection to the Immortal clan and be accepted as their outer disciples, your fate is already sealed to be a mere mortal! To reach the Immortal realm, and start cultivating into Qi Gathering Stage, one needs vast resources but all resources are manipulated by the Immortal clans. Without a connection to them even with a heaven-defying body constitution you won't reach the Qi Gathering stage, the lowest stage of the Immortal stage! In this novel, there is no such sects here—only Clans. Immortals here cultivate their own bloodline rath

For the next few months, Han Tian Yi became a shadow moving between two worlds.In secret, he sent the Yu Clan everything:The number of Han Clan’s elite forces. The rotation of their patrols. The blind spots in their formations. The weaknesses hidden inside their cultivation techniques. The terrain of the Han Clan’s territory—where spiritual veins were thin, where defenses were weakest, where ambushes would be most effective.Every detail that could shatter his clan, he handed over piece by piece.And every time the exchange was made, the Yu Clan sent him a reward: one ancient scripture.At first, they were fragmented, incomplete, and difficult to decipher. But with each trade, the texts grew older… deeper… more forbidden.Han Tian Yi accepted them all with trembling hands and burning eyes.Until the final exchange.The last information he gave was the most damning of all—a method to assassinate his parents.In return, the Yu Clan sent him a single item: an eerie scripture bound in d

After five days of riding, Han Tian Yi finally arrived at the branch clan of his family. Hidden deep in a remote mountain range, the land was infested with ferocious beasts—ordinary mortals would never dare enter.Even now, the wind carried the faint scent of predator and decay, and the distant roar of some unseen creature sent a shiver down the spine of any human who lingered too long.It was the same place he had first descended into the mortal world.The branch patriarch of the He Clan, the Han Clan’s subsidiary, stepped forward to greet him.“Welcome back, Young Master.” He said, bowing deeply. Though he was the only Immortal stationed here, his mere presence could erase a mortal settlement. To the humans below, he was a god.This was He Feng.Though Han Tian Yi was still a “mortal,” his status as the eldest son of the Han Clan patriarch placed him above He Feng. Respect was owed.Immediately, He Feng sensed something unusual—a spiritual root.Even the lowest grade was still a

Han Tian Yi noticed how many clothes Xiao’er was placing into the empty spatial ring. The faint rustle of silk and the soft clink of jade accessories filled the quiet room. “There’s no need to bring so many clothes, my wife.” he said gently, his voice carrying a calm warmth. “In the higher realm, I will buy you the most beautiful and expensive robes there are.” “B-But… husband… I don’t want to burden you…” she whispered, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted a delicate hairpin. In truth, Xiao’er was afraid. Han Tian Yi came from a high-ranking Immortal Clan, while her own clan could barely be considered one. She herself was only at the early stage of the Qi Gathering Realm. Her heartbeat quickened as she imagined the consequences of failing him. If she were not careful, she feared she would one day be cast aside. Aside from her beauty, she felt she had nothing to offer. Before those thoughts could consume her, Han Tian Yi suddenly pulled her into a firm embrace. The

Within Han Tian Yi’s residence, a month passed in silence.The room remained dim, curtains drawn, incense long extinguished. Han Tian Yi sat before a low table, fingers resting against his temple as if weighing something heavy in his mind.A faint murmur slipped past his lips.“So I still have to descend to the mortal realm…”His gaze lowered to his own body, brows tightening almost imperceptibly. A quiet sigh followed, shallow and restrained, yet laced with irritation.“This body… truly troublesome.”Before him, the Human Skin scripture lay open. Its pages were filled with twisted, ominous symbols that seemed to crawl across the parchment. He turned a page slowly. Then another. And another.With every line his eyes traced, the air around him grew colder. The faint light in his pupils dimmed, replaced by something heavier, more calculating.His fingers paused on one passage.“If I dig deeper… there should be clues.”He lifted his hand and flicked his sleeve casually.The formation in