The stone door slid open with a low rumble.After five years, Han Tian Yi finally stepped out of the spiritual cultivation chamber.His steps were steady, yet the moment he straightened his back, a faint stiffness spread through his limbs. A dull ache lingered in his body from years of sitting.But the discomfort in his chest was far heavier.His cultivation had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage.And stopped.His fingers brushed lightly against his chest.Empty and unmoving.To advance… he would need another Heaven-defying blessed body constitution to stabilize his realm.Otherwise, this was the end of the road.A servant’s quiet whisper caught his attention.Four years ago, Han Tian Shi began cultivating.Now, he was fourteen.And his spiritual root—Han Tian Yi’s steps halted in the courtyard.The wind stirred, rustling his sleeves as the words echoed in his mind again.Primordial Root of Chaos.The origin of all Dao.His jaw tightened as he gritted his teeth."

Outside the Ancestral Mountain, a formidable formation array pulsed with ancient power. Spiritual light shimmered across countless runes, circulating in endless loops. Each pulse pressed against Han Tian Yi’s body like invisible chains, testing him, weighing him, probing his cultivation foundation. He remained motionless, breathing slow, mind calm, allowing his spiritual sense to flow along the edges of the array, feeling its intricate rhythm.Minutes passed. Then the formation trembled. The faintly glowing runes dimmed, and a narrow path opened, winding upward through the mist. Han Tian Yi stepped forward, each footfall measured, alert to the condensed spiritual energy that radiated from the array.A sudden burst of laughter shattered the quiet road, wild and untamed.“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So you are the descendant with the Cursed Body Constitution?”A towering figure appeared from the mists, moving like a coiling dragon. His eyes were sharp, radiating a demonic aura as he circled Ha

When Han Tian Yi returned back. He found out that Han Tian Shi already at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. The same realm as him where he took five years to reach. A soft smile tugged at his lips, almost tender. His envy nor worry had already disappeared after he entered the forbidden archive, just the quiet satisfaction of his expectation remains. He had given Han Tian Shi the cultivation manual perfectly suited to him; the boy’s rise was no surprise to him. He stepped forward, pulling the younger boy into a warm, affectionate hug. “Congratulations, little brother. You never fail to make your big brother proud.” His hand ruffled Tian Shi’s hair, offering jade slips glowing with Heaven-tier techniques. Han Tian Shi’s face flushed, gratitude shining in his eyes. For the first time, he truly felt the weight of an older brother’s care. His constitution harmonized all techniques effortlessly. No conflict and no wasted effort. He was floating on the clouds while ot

After obtaining what he needed from the mortal world, Han Tian Yi returned to the Han Clan without delay. Zhang Zhi and Zhang Xing’er followed quietly behind him as he entered his residence, their steps cautious against the polished floor.He did not immediately sit. Instead, he turned to Zhang Zhi and extended two jade manuals, their surfaces faintly glowing.“Your master will enter closed cultivation first, Zhang Zhi.” he said, his voice calm and gentle, yet leaving no room for disobedience. “This one suits your constitution. The other is for your sister. If there's something you don't understand, seek my little brother. He will guide you.”The boy received the manuals with both hands, head lowered. “Yes, Master!”Han Tian Yi watched the way Zhang Zhi held the manuals as if they were treasures, the reverence in his posture, the trust in his eyes. Only after memorizing that reaction did he turn away.With the blessed constitution essence now secured within his grasp, the lingering r

Inside the quiet Residence of the Han Clan, the air hung heavy, still, as if the world itself were holding its breath. Pale smoke from the bronze incense burners curled upward, weaving through the high ceiling like drifting spirits. Each breath carried a faint medicinal fragrance, mingling with the natural spiritual energy of the residence, meant to steady the mind.Deep within the inner grounds, the Hall of Ancestral Life Tablets stood in solemn shadow. Black-gold pillars rose like sentinels, engraved with ancient runes, and faint spiritual formations hummed beneath the floor, drawing in heaven and earth qi to stabilize the life flames within.At the center of the hall, an elder sat cross-legged on a jade mat, eyes closed, breathing slowly and steadily. Hundreds of years had passed, and he had never once left his post.Rows of jade life candles stretched before him, carved with names and bloodline seals. Each flame pulsed with a soul’s existence.Then, a flicker.A violet-gold fla