“Ding!
Claim successful.
The Primordial Veins, Devouring Bone, and the Primordial Golden Dragon God inheritance are now being integrated.
Extreme physical and spiritual agony will occur during the fusion — Host, please endure!”
An absolute, ancient cataclysm detonated within Xiao Tian’s flesh and soul.
The Power of the Nine Supreme Great Laws—Fire, Water, Lightning, Wind, Earth, Darkness, Light, Space, and Time—ignited within his core, purging his mortal vessel of every defect.
His body transcended ordinary bounds, becoming the foundation of absolute origin, giving rise to the supreme Primordial Veins Body.
Xiao Tian did not merely control the forces of creation—he became their undisputed sovereign.
As the body awakened, the nine fundamental laws transformed and rooted deep in his physical structure, becoming the Nine Primordial Veins.
Each vein pulsated with boundless cosmic authority, granting him total mastery, absolute control, and the ability to seamlessly manipulate the laws of nature and reality.
At the center of his chest, a supreme bone manifested—the Devouring Bone.
Embedded directly into his skeleton, it unlocked the true Power of Devouring.
Acting as a bottomless black hole, the Devouring Bone allowed him to forcefully devour, refine, and assimilate any form of energy, attack, or opposing law in existence, converting everything into his own strength.
Anchoring this absolute fusion was an imperious aura that engraved a terrifying might onto his soul, subjecting all lower existences to instinctual subjugation.
Before the sensory shock could settle, the Primordial Golden Dragon God awakened.
Dragon God blood swept into his flesh.
It did not remain ordinary.
Under the dominance of the draconic essence, it was refined and elevated, rising into a blinding, radiant gold brilliance.
The two lineages fused seamlessly into a singular, ultimate authority: the Primordial Golden Dragon God Bloodline.
A deafening, cosmic roar echoed through the depths of his consciousness—the roar of the supreme Dragon God who ruled over all beasts, heaven, and earth.
His skeleton fractured into fine powder before fusing into indestructible, divine bone marrow engraved with ancient runes.
The Dragon God Soul merged into his consciousness, while Golden Dragon Marrow took root in his spine, pumping hyper-refined divine essence to fortify his physical vessel with absolute, terrifying strength.
Merely the residual aura of this bloodline was so overbearing that anyone who sensed it would feel as though they stood before the supreme ruler of heaven and earth.
Then, the Nine Laws fully rooted themselves.
The ten supreme laws slammed into his core as conceptual forces, embedding themselves as distinct origin seeds within his inner world.
Fire and Water melted and froze in perfect balance.
Lightning and Wind roared into fluid plasma storms.
Earth provided the unyielding bedrock.
Life and Darkness formed a cycle of Creation and Destruction.
Space and Time governed dimensional boundaries and the flow of past, present, and future.
At the center, Devouring opened like an endless abyss, binding all ten laws into flawless equilibrium.
He was able to perfectly control, resist, and absorb the powers of all ten laws without a shred of conflict or backlash.
With the Ten Supreme Laws firmly anchored in his core, the fundamental forces no longer existed as external energies to be mastered, but as natural extensions of his very soul.
Xiao Tian gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a single groan as impurities and golden divine blood were purged through his pores.
However, the sheer, unimaginable magnitude of these combined legacies was far too colossal for a mere mortal realm to contain without instantly shattering Xiao Tian’s current vessel and the surrounding world space.
Sensing the existential threat, the system’s failsafe protocols snapped into action.
A series of ancient, glowing shackles manifested within his Dantian and meridian lines.
One by one, the supreme powers bound themselves into his deepest foundation.
The Dragon God Soul, the true divine bloodline, and the invincible Primordial Dragon God Body were heavily sealed away.
They remained dormant, slumbering deep within his marrow and soul core, waiting for his base cultivation to grow strong enough to unbolt their cosmic locks.
Half an hour later, the storm subsided.
He washed away the residue in hot water and stood before a tall bronze mirror.
Though his absolute powers were sealed, his physique was sculpted to perfection—tall and lean, radiating the majesty of an ancient sovereign, intertwined with golden draconic might and the silent gravity of absolute elemental control.
“Ding!
Integration complete.
Imparting the Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Sword Art and the Yellow Spring Demonic Scripture.”
A torrent of sword arts and techniques flooded his consciousness.
The moment the Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Sword Art entered his mind, an ancient, domineering will awakened within his body.
Even though Xiao Tian’s current cultivation was far too low to truly unleash even a fraction of the Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Sword Art — a supreme art that normally required thousands of years of accumulation just to begin wielding — the art itself recognized him as its master.
As a result, his flesh, bones, and blood began to transform once more.
A new, unparalleled physique slowly took shape within him — the **Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Body**, the most powerful physique under heaven and earth.
This body was not limited to the Sword Dao alone.
It contained the power of **all Dao**, allowing him to carry and resonate with every law under heaven.
At the same time, the Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Body fully merged with the Primordial Veins and the Devouring Vein, forming a perfect, seamless whole.
The Primordial Veins provided the foundation of the ten supreme laws, the Devouring Vein granted the ability to devour and refine all energy, and the Heaven-Punishing Ancestral Body became the ultimate vessel that could perfectly contain, amplify, and wield them all.
Most importantly, this body carried the innate authority to **punish heaven and earth**.
Any existence that dared to stand against its master would face the judgment of the Ancestral Body itself.
Even while sealed, this fused physique quietly strengthened his foundation, making his flesh denser, his bones harder, and his recovery speed far beyond that of ordinary geniuses.
Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Tian guided the ancient text’s flow, converting his Dou Qi until a refined silver glow swirled at his fingertips, cementing his foundation as a Two-star Dou Practitioner.
The next morning, an old voice called outside: “Third Young Master, Fourth Young Master, the Clan Leader requests your presence in the Great Reception Hall.
Important guests have arrived.”
Xiao Tian selected a refined, dark water-blue robe with white silk trimming, stepped out into the courtyard, and met Xiao Yan.
Connecting the timing to his knowledge of this world, Xiao Tian understood immediately: Nalan Yanran of the Cloud Mist Sect had arrived to forcefully dissolve the marriage contract.
“Let’s go, Xiao Yan-zi,” Xiao Tian said, clapping his brother’s shoulder gently.
Navigating through the winding corridors, the trio soon arrived before the grand reception hall.
Clan Leader Xiao Zhan sat at the head of the hall alongside the three core Elders.
Opposite them sat three unfamiliar figures—two elder men in high-ranking Sect robes, and a strikingly beautiful young woman with three glittering golden stars embroidered around a sword-and-cloud crest.
Upon entering, Xiao Tian spotted Xiao Xun’er sitting quietly in a shadowed corner.
He walked over and pulled up a wooden chair beside her, while Xiao Yan took the seat next to him.
Suddenly, a sharp, precise pinch twisted the skin at Xiao Tian’s waist.
He turned to see Xun’er offering him a sweet smile, her dark eyes sparkling with dangerous mischief.
“Xiao Tian Ge-ge…” she murmured.
“Is she that pretty?”
“Not even close to my Xun’er,” Xiao Tian replied instantly with a wry grin, gently capturing her small hand and placing it back in her lap.
He turned toward Xiao Yan, leaning in slightly.
“Do you know who they are?”
Xiao Yan blinked.
“You know, Tian-ge?”
“Look at the silver cloud and sword embroidery.
They belong to the Cloud Mist Sect.
And that girl is Nalan Yanran—your fiancée.”
Xiao Yan’s posture stiffened instantly.
Right on cue, the older guest, Ge Ye, stepped forward into the center of the hall, formally announcing that he was acting under the orders of Sect Leader Yun Yun to dissolve the marriage engagement.
The hall’s atmosphere plunged into absolute frost.
Xiao Zhan’s face darkened, and the teacup in his hand crumbled into fine porcelain powder under his mounting rage.
Nalan Yanran looked down at the silent hall, her voice cold and unyielding: “I will give you three years.
Three years from now, both of us will have reached adulthood.
I will wait for you at the peak of the Cloud Mist Sect.
If you manage to defeat me in three years, I will serve as your slave or maid.
But if you remain a useless waste, you will hand over the marriage contract with your own hands.
Do you dare accept this three-year agreement?”
Xiao Yan’s chest heaved as the weight of her arrogant challenge hung in the air.
Before he could utter his response, a casual, melodious laugh broke the suffocating frost of the reception hall.
Xiao Tian slowly stood up, brushing off an imaginary speck of dust from his dark water-blue robe.
Every eye snapped toward him.
“A three-year agreement?
Serving as a maid?” Xiao Tian took a step forward, his handsome face lit by an amused, dangerous smirk.
“Miss Nalan, your Cloud Mist Sect certainly loves to put a grand stage on what is, at its core, an utterly disgraceful display of bad manners.”
Ge Ye’s face darkened, his Dou Ling aura surging.
“Junior, mind your tongue!
The Cloud Mist Sect—”
“Quiet,” Xiao Tian said smoothly.
His voice was soft, yet it carried an absolute, imperious pressure that crushed the elder’s voice right back down his throat.
For a split second, despite his sealed state, a flickering shadow of the Golden Dragon God flashed behind Xiao Tian, causing Ge Ye’s heart to leap into his throat with instinctual, soul-level terror.
Xiao Tian casually rested a hand on Xiao Yan’s shoulder, transferring a soothing thread of pure energy to calm his brother’s raging Dou Qi.
“Xiao Yan-zi,” Xiao Tian murmured, his voice echoing clearly across the hall.
“She came to your home, insulted our father, and looked down on your future.
A real man doesn’t negotiate terms with someone who brings an army to cancel a promise.”
Xiao Yan looked up at his brother, the fire in his eyes solidifying into cold, unbreakable steel.
He stepped past Xiao Tian, drew a sleek dagger from his waist, and cleanly sliced his own palm.
Blood spilled onto the smooth jade floor.
Walking straight up to Nalan Yanran, Xiao Yan grabbed a blank parchment from a nearby table, smeared his bloody handprint across it, and wrote several stark, bold words: Divorce Paper.
He slammed it onto the table in front of her.
“Nalan Yanran!” Xiao Yan’s voice boomed through the hall.
“You came here to dissolve this marriage because you think I’m trash.
But today, it is not you annulling this marriage—it is I, Xiao Yan, who divorces you!”
He glared into her shocked, wide eyes.
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west!
Do not look down on a young man just because he is poor!
Three years from now, on the peak of the Cloud Mist Sect, I will be there.
Not to marry you, but to crush your arrogance under my heel!”
Nalan Yanran flushed crimson, trembling with fury and humiliation as Xiao Yan turned his back on her.
Sitting in the corner, Xiao Xun’er covered her lips with a subtle, admiring smile, while Xiao Tian leaned back, thoroughly satisfied.
The gears of fate had officially turned.