2026-02-09 07:54:07"Fairy Xin’er, have you heard?”
An immortal maiden drifted through the endless sky, her robes flowing like mist among the clouds. Her tone was light, almost playful. “They say the Dao God was once a talentless mortal.” Fairy Xin’er’s brows knit together in displeasure. “What absurd rumor. A Dao God, talentless? Those fools truly have no sense.” The other immortal let out a quiet laugh, though a trace of doubt lingered in her gaze. “I thought so too. If such nonsense were true, then anyone could become a Dao God.” Their laughter scattered across the heavens, casual and dismissive. None of them noticed the figure standing beyond the countless realms. A man with dim, unreadable eyes gazed down at the vast expanse of existence resting beneath his will. His voice was calm. Too calm. “I envied the gifted.” “I resented the blessed.” “I chased miracles… yet every one of them withered within my body.” A faint breath escaped his lips. “I cursed my fate. I cursed the heavens. I even cursed the blood that birthed me.” Silence stretched across the void. “And yet, I never stopped.” His fingers slowly closed, as if grasping the very laws of existence. “I wagered the only thing I ever possessed.” “My humanity.” His eyes reflected countless collapsing worlds. “And in return… I obtained everything.” The heavens trembled faintly. “I do not regret it.” His gaze grew colder. “Even if time reversed, I would walk the same path again.” A quiet pause. “For I, Han Tian Yi, have never knelt. Not to heaven. Not to fate. Not even to death.” The void shattered. “WHYYY?! WHY CAN’T I GATHER SPIRITUAL ENERGY?!” A child’s furious scream echoed within the training hall. Ten-year-old Han Tian Yi stood trembling, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned pale. The cultivation manual in his hands fell to the ground with a dull thud. Again. Failure. Always failure. “No… no… this is wrong…” His breathing grew uneven as he rushed toward the inner chamber. “He cannot cultivate? Impossible!” Han Fei Yu’s voice rang out like thunder. “Our Han Clan has produced Immortals for generations. My son cannot cultivate?” Divine physicians were summoned one after another. Each examination took longer than the last. Each result grew heavier than the previous. Finally, the tenth physician stepped forward, his face drained of color. “P-Patriarch… Young Master possesses a Cursed Body Constitution.” The hall fell silent. Han Fei Yu’s aura surged. “Explain. Clearly.” “T-This constitution prevents the formation of spiritual roots. No matter the method, no matter the resources… he will remain a mortal for life.” The words struck harder than any blade. Han Tian Yi’s pupils trembled. “That is impossible!” he snapped. “My parents are both Immortals! Examine me again!” They did. Again and again. The result never changed. Cursed. The heir of an immortal clan… born without the ability to cultivate. “I won’t accept it,” he whispered. From that day onward, the library became his prison. Ancient records. Lost scriptures. Forbidden texts. He read everything. If one book failed, he opened ten more. If one method failed, he searched for a hundred alternatives. Years passed like drifting dust. Divine elixirs were consumed. Miracle medicines were swallowed. Secret techniques were tested in silence. Nothing changed. It was as if the heavens themselves had carved a seal into his flesh. Mortals lived a hundred years at most. Immortals lived for thousands. For Han Tian Yi, that difference was more terrifying than death. Ten years later, the clan welcomed a new child. His younger brother. Born with a heaven-blessed constitution. A prodigy from birth. Servants whispered in corners. Elders sighed in disappointment. Even his parents gradually shifted their attention. The cursed elder. The chosen younger. A perfect irony. “This is not fate,” Han Tian Yi muttered softly within the library, his eyes bloodshot yet steady. “This is a cage.” Instead of despair, something else took root. Obsession. He began deciphering ancient scripts untouched for centuries. Hidden sections of the library slowly opened before his persistence. Records forbidden even to core elders fell into his hands. Light was no longer enough. So he stepped into shadow. A month later, the clan made its decision. His title as heir was revoked. Given to his five-year-old brother. Han Tian Yi stood in silence as the decree was announced. No outburst. No protest. Only stillness. That night, he continued reading as if nothing had changed. When his father personally came to offer him the position of strategist, the young man lowered his head respectfully. “Do not worry, Father,” he said gently. “I will devote myself to the prosperity of the clan.” Relief flashed across Han Fei Yu’s face. But the moment the door closed, the gentle expression on Han Tian Yi’s face faded. Coldness replaced it. “A strategist,” he murmured. A faint laugh escaped him. Quiet. Hollow. “You truly believe I will remain beneath others forever.” His fingers tightened around an ancient scroll. “They took my title. My recognition. My future.” His eyes stopped on a single hidden passage within the text. A method. A forbidden method to alter one’s cursed constitution. But the requirement was simple. And cruel. To obtain the complete scripture, one must acquire the ancient archives of the Yu Clan. The mortal enemy of the Han Clan. Silence filled the room. Then, slowly, Han Tian Yi smiled. The heavens had sealed every path before him. So he would carve a new one himself. Even if that path was paved with betrayal.
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Chapter 25 – The Opening Gambit
Within the ancestral mountain, inside Han Shin Tao’s private chamber, two figures sat cross-legged facing one another.At a glance, they resembled siblings.They were Han Shin Tao and Han Tian Yi.Han Tian Yi had remained behind under the pretense learning under Han Shin Tao. Leaving immediately after he asked him to be his master would have invited suspicion.Silence lingered between them until Han Shin Tao spoke.“I am curious, Little Yi… how did you accomplish it?”Han Tian Yi tilted his head slightly, confusion flickering across his face.“Grandfather, I do not understand.”“Spare me.” Han Shin Tao’s voice hardened. “You are not clever enough to deceive me.”It was an unspoken rule among cultivators: one shouldn't pry into another’s methods. Techniques were lifelines. To expose them was to invite death.Yet here he was—asking.Han Tian Yi lowered his gaze faintly, lips curving into
Chapter 24 – Blood That Isn’t His
After reading the jade slip, Han Shin Tao did not speak for a long time.His fingers tightened slightly around the slip.Dao Assimilation.Dissolve the core instead of shattering it.Do not resist the Dao.Do not challenge Heaven.Become nothing—So that nothing can be rejected.His jaw stiffened.He had pursued supremacy his entire life. So had every cultivator. But wanting the peak and reaching it were two entirely different things.Peak Saint Realm.That was where almost everyone stopped.The Dao God Realm… was a myth dressed as possibility.The Han Clan having five Peak Saint experts was already abnormal.But the Han Clan itself was abnormal.The higher realm was not a single world. A world only qualified as a “higher realm” once its spiritual density could nurture cultivators all the way to the Dao God Realm.And every such world had a ruler.An Immortal Clan.There were ten.The Han Clan was one of them.Each ruling clan possessed at least one high-rank secluded domain — a world
Chapter 23 – The First Move
Another month passed.Still no summons.Still no pressure.Still no word.Inside his room, Han Tian Yi’s brows slowly tightened.“That old fox…” he muttered, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. “Why hasn’t he come for it?”He had dangled the greatest temptation in existence — a method to ascend into the Dao God Realm.Any cultivator at the Peak of the Saint Realm would go mad for it.Yet Han Shin Tao remained silent.No probing.No testing.Nothing.Was he waiting for him to grow anxious?To make a mistake?To approach him first?Han Tian Yi exhaled slowly.“So that’s how you want to play…”Silence as pressure.Patience as a blade.“Fine.” he murmured. “I’ll wag my tail first.”But his eyes were cold.He retrieved a jade slip and began inscribing the method — the real one. Each character carved carefully, spiritual sense guiding every stroke. No hidden traps. No false lines.He would not risk the contract backfiring on him.When he finished, he stood and left his residence.-
Chapter 22 – The perfect mask
A week passed after the encounter with Han Shin Tao.And for seven days straight, Han Tian Yi lived as Han Tian Shi.At dawn, he stood before his own ashes in the Hall of the Fallen. The air there was always cold, heavy with incense smoke that lingered like unwilling spirits.He knelt.His shoulders trembled.His fingers clutched at his robes until the knuckles turned white.Tears slid down slowly — not too many, not too few.His breathing was uneven, fragile, as if grief had hollowed him out from within.Anyone who saw him would feel pity.Anyone who watched long enough would believe it.He remained there for hours.Long enough for servants to whisper.Long enough for his clansmen to sigh.Long enough for his parents to feel the ache in his chests.There was no flaw in the performance.Not in his posture.Not in the way he lowered his head.Not in the slight tremor of his lips.Han Tian Yi did not imitate his younger brother.He replaced him.If not for the mark embedded into his sou
Chapter 21 – Unseen Variable
A month had passed since Han Tian Yi’s death.For thirty days, the one who bore the name Han Tian Shi had risen before dawn and walked the same path toward the clan’s resting grounds. His steps never faltered. His breathing never broke rhythm. Even the servants had begun to sigh at his devotion.Today, the sky was still pale with lingering mist when he arrived.Although it was called a graveyard, it was nothing more than a vast, solemn pavilion full of urn, supported by pillars engraved with mourning seals. A cold, heavy aura lingered in the air, mixed with faint traces of spiritual essence.The outer ring housed the ashes of collateral kin.At the center, where spiritual pressure pressed down like an unseen mountain, rested the direct bloodline.He walked straight to the central ring.Before the urn that contained his own ashes, he fell to his knees.His shoulders trembled. His forehead struck the cold stone floor. Tears slid down his face and fell soundlessly as his voice cracked wi
Chapter 20 – His awakening
A shock tore through him the moment his soul left his body.The curse buried deep within his Curse Body Constitution shattered in an instant. It evaporated, vanished, as though it had never existed. Freedom poured in, a breath long denied, filling every corner of his being.And then the memories came.Not gradually, not gently—they came in a torrent, relentless and blinding. He was a man touched by the Dao itself, gifted beyond comprehension. Within him resided the spiritual roots of reincarnation, a rare blessing that allowed him to walk the threads of life and death again and again.Countless lives flashed before him: the righteous, the fallen, the demon, the mortal, the betrayed, the triumphant, the broken. Each incarnation a star igniting, exploding, painting his mind with light and shadow, sorrow and ecstasy, blood and ashes.He saw himself as a child of a noble clan, learning virtue with every gesture, every thought measured against the scales of righteousness. And yet, even th
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