“Ding!
Claim successful.
The inheritance of Creation God Mo E and the Primordial Azure Dragon are now integrating.
Extreme physical and spiritual agony will occur.
Host, endure it.” The moment the cold mechanical voice faded, Xiao Tian’s world exploded.
It felt as if the entire universe had been stuffed inside his body and then set on fire.
An ancient, boundless will crashed into his soul.
This was the inheritance of Creation God Mo E.
Mo E had been the true master of Power itself.
Because of that, Xiao Tian now carried an innate dominance that no one could match in pure strength.
Every energy, every force, every technique in existence would one day have to lower its head before him.
He could command power, suppress it, or erase it.
At the same time, nine profound veins tore open inside his body.
Fire, Water, Lightning, Wind, Earth, Life, Death, and Time… each one came to existence, becoming the Nine Primordial Veins.
These weren’t ordinary energy pathways.
They gave you control over those laws that far surpassed everything; you could use them as if they were your own limbs.
But the true core of Mo E’s inheritance was Space.
Space was Mo E’s ultimate domain, and now it belonged to you alone.
No one under the heavens could ever surpass him in the manipulation of Space.
Distance became a joke.
Dimensions could be folded, isolated, or crushed at will.
The power of the stars, the power of the moon, the endless void between worlds — everything was under his control.
Within this domain, he was the absolute ruler.
Anyone who tried to use spatial power in front of him would find their techniques rewritten or destroyed by his will.
Pain beyond imagination ripped through every inch of his flesh and soul.
Xiao Tian’s teeth almost cracked from how hard he clenched them, but he didn’t make a sound.
Before the agony could settle, a second will descended — wild, ancient, and filled with unmatched arrogance.
The Primordial Azure Dragon inheritance awakened.
Dragon God blood flooded his meridians.
His body was forcibly remodeled.
Bones shattered into powder and reformed into divine dragon bones.
His flesh and skin grew denser and tougher than tempered steel.
Dragon God Marrow sank into his spine, to continuously producing pure dragon blood.
Even if his body was torn apart, as long as a drop of blood remained, he could slowly regenerate.
The Dragon God Soul fused with his spirit.
His consciousness expanded, becoming vast and heavy like the primordial cosmos.
A powerful Dragon Soul Domain formed in the depths of his mind.
Anyone who fell into it would feel as if they were standing before the true Dragon God of ancient times, their will crushed under pure bloodline pressure.
A deep, world-shaking dragon roar echoed inside his sea of consciousness.
Just the residual aura of this bloodline was enough to make ordinary people tremble in instinctive fear.
The two inheritances finally stabilized.
The Nine Primordial Veins and the supreme Space domain settled deep into his foundation.
Fire and Water balanced each other.
Lightning and Wind intertwined.
Earth stood unyielding.
Life and Death formed an endless cycle.
Time flowed under his perception.
And Space, his main domain, held everything together, allowing him to store, isolate, or erase any force that entered his body.
Yet the combined power was far too terrifying for a mere Dou Practitioner’s body to hold.
If left unchecked, it would have torn him and the surrounding space apart.
The system’s seals activated.
Ancient restraints appeared one after another inside his dantian and meridians, locking away the Dragon God Soul, the true Dragon God bloodline, and the full might of the Primordial Veins and Space domain.
Everything fell into deep slumber, waiting for his cultivation to rise high enough to break the seals.
When the process finally ended, Xiao Tian was soaked in sweat and black impurities.
He dragged himself to the bathroom, cleaned up, and stood in front of the bronze mirror.
His appearance hadn’t changed much, but the feeling was completely different.
His body was tall and well-proportioned, carrying a quiet, natural majesty.
Even with all his power sealed, a faint pressure still lingered around him — the residual might of a Dragon God mixed with the silent weight of Space itself.
— “Ding!
Integration complete.
Imparting Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Sword Art and Yellow Spring Demonic Scripture.” A flood of profound techniques poured into his mind.
The moment the Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Sword Scripture appeared, an ancient and domineering will recognized him as its master.
Even though his current cultivation was far too low to unleash even a fraction of its true power, the art still began transforming his body.
A new physique slowly formed — the Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Body.
This body was said to be the strongest under heaven.
It could carry every Dao and resonate with every law.
It perfectly merged with the Nine Primordial Veins and his supreme Space domain, becoming the ultimate vessel for all of them.
Most importantly, it carried the innate authority to punish heaven and earth, resonating with the Heavenly Punishment power left behind by Creation God Mo E.
Even while sealed, the physique quietly strengthened his foundation.
His flesh grew denser, his bones harder, and his recovery ability already far exceeded ordinary geniuses.
Xiao Tian sat cross-legged and carefully guided his Dou Qi.
Under the influence of the new physique and the sealed inheritances, his cultivation rose smoothly.
A faint silver glow appeared at his fingertips.
Two-star Dou Practitioner.
— The next morning, an old servant’s voice came from outside the courtyard.
“Third Young Master, Fourth Young Master, the Clan Leader requests your presence in the Great Reception Hall.
Important guests have arrived.” Xiao Tian changed into a dark water-blue robe with white silk edges, then stepped out.
Xiao Yan was already waiting in the courtyard.
The moment Xiao Tian saw his brother’s expression, he understood.
Nalan Yanran had come.
“Let’s go, Xiao Yan-zi.” Xiao Tian patted his brother’s shoulder.
The two of them walked through the winding corridors and soon arrived at the main reception hall.
Xiao Zhan sat at the head seat with the three clan elders.
Across from them sat two old men in Cloud Mist Sect robes and a young woman with three golden stars embroidered on her chest.
Xiao Tian’s gaze swept across the hall and landed on a quiet figure in the corner — Xiao Xun’er.
He walked over, pulled a chair beside her, and sat down.
Xiao Yan took the seat next to him.
A small, sharp pinch suddenly twisted the skin at his waist.
Xiao Tian turned his head and saw Xun’er’s bright eyes filled with playful jealousy.
“Xiao Tian Ge-ge… is she that pretty?” “Not even close to my Xun’er,” he answered without hesitation, gently taking her hand and placing it back on her lap.
He leaned slightly toward Xiao Yan and whispered, “Do you know who they are?” Xiao Yan looked confused.
“You know them, Tian-ge?” “The cloud and sword embroidery.
Cloud Mist Sect.
That girl is Nalan Yanran… your fiancée.” Xiao Yan’s body stiffened.
Almost at the same time, the older man from Cloud Mist Sect, Ge Ye, stepped forward and formally announced that under the orders of Sect Leader Yun Yun, they had come to dissolve the engagement.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly turned ice-cold.
Xiao Zhan’s face darkened.
The teacup in his hand cracked and then shattered into powder.
Nalan Yanran looked down at everyone with cold eyes.
“I will give you three years.
Three years from now, when we are both adults, I will wait for you at the peak of Cloud Mist Sect.
If you can defeat me, I will serve as your servant.
But if you are still a waste, you will hand over the engagement letter yourself.
Do you dare accept?” Xiao Yan’s chest rose and fell heavily.
Before he could speak, a light laugh suddenly broke the heavy silence.
Xiao Tian stood up, casually brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his sleeve.
Every gaze in the hall turned toward him.
“A three-year agreement?
Serving as a maid?” He smiled, but his eyes were cold.
“Miss Nalan, your Cloud Mist Sect really knows how to put on a show for something so disgraceful.” Ge Ye’s face sank.
Dou Qi of the Dou Ling realm surged.
“Junior, watch your mouth!
The Cloud Mist Sect—” “Quiet.” Xiao Tian’s voice was soft, yet it carried a strange pressure that forced the words back down Ge Ye’s throat.
For a brief moment, a golden dragon shadow flickered behind him.
Ge Ye’s heart skipped a beat as pure bloodline fear rose from the depths of his soul.
Xiao Tian placed a hand on Xiao Yan’s shoulder and sent a gentle stream of energy to calm his brother’s raging Dou Qi.
“Xiao Yan-zi,” he said clearly, “she came to our home, insulted our father, and looked down on your future.
A real man doesn’t sit here negotiating terms with someone like that.” Xiao Yan’s eyes gradually turned sharp and cold.
He stepped forward, pulled out a dagger, and without hesitation cut his own palm.
Blood dripped onto the jade floor.
He grabbed a blank piece of paper from the table, pressed his bloody handprint on it, and wrote two large words.
Divorce Paper.
Then he slammed it down in front of Nalan Yanran.
“Nalan Yanran!” Xiao Yan’s voice rang through the entire hall.
“You came here today thinking you could cancel this engagement because I’m trash.
But today, it’s not you who is canceling it — it’s me, Xiao Yan, who is divorcing you!” He stared straight into her shocked eyes.
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west!
Don’t look down on a young man just because he’s poor!
Three years from now, on the peak of Cloud Mist Sect, I will be there.
Not to marry you… but to step on your arrogance!” Nalan Yanran’s face turned red, her body trembling with anger and humiliation.
Xiao Yan simply turned around and walked away without looking back.
In the corner, Xiao Xun’er covered her lips, a small, satisfied smile appearing on her face.
Xiao Tian leaned back in his chair, eyes calm.
The gears of fate had begun to turn.