Chapter 1

Starmist Continent. Northern Wasteland. Overflowing with spiritual energy and home to countless powerful sects. Among them, the Xuantian Sect and Daotian Sect were the mightiest! Today was the auspicious day when Lin Hao, the Dao Son of the Xuantian Sect, was marrying Mei Shiyun, the Saintess of the Daotian Sect. A Dao Son and a Saintess were about to become dao companions. Like a match made by immortals, they were writing a legendary romance. As soon as this news spread, it shocked the entire cultivation world of the Northern Wasteland. Every prominent and influential figure had gathered at the Xuantian Sect. The entire sect was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the chorus of congratulatory voices was endless. —————————— Inside an antique, sandalwood-scented cabin at the Xuantian Sect, Lin Hao stood dressed in a bridegroom's vibrant red robes, while two junior apprentice sisters assisted him. "Ugh... my head..." Lin Hao's refined and handsome face twitched in pain. Fragmented memories in his mind swept through like a violent storm. Lin Hao! First senior disciple of the Xuantian Sect! About to marry Mei Shiyun, the Saintess of the Daotian Sect??? I've transmigrated! Lin Hao spread his arms, recalling everything in agony. He had originally been an ordinary college student in the twenty-first century. Because his girlfriend constantly compared him to others, he decisively broke up with her on Valentine's night. To his surprise, his girlfriend flew into a rage and smashed a wine bottle over his head, which somehow sent him transmigrating into this fantasy world of flashing blades and bloodshed... The original owner of this body was also named Lin Hao. He possessed stunning aptitude and peerless talent. As the first senior disciple of the Xuantian Sect, Lin Hao was truly a cut above the younger generation in the Northern Wasteland. Yet, what a simping fool he was! He had been utterly submissive to his fiancée Mei Shiyun, obeying her every command. Even though he knew her heart belonged to another man, he still groveled before her endlessly. Who knew what kind of spell she had cast over him to make him humble himself so much, happily licking her boots over and over again. With the original owner's astonishing talent and extraordinary background, what kind of woman couldn't he find? Why did he have to hang himself from a crooked tree? Oh Lin Hao, Lin Hao, since I have taken over your identity. I will properly reclaim the dignity a man deserves for you!"Eldest Senior Brother, congratulations on finally getting your wish and winning the beauty." The junior sister carefully helped adjust his wedding robes, her mouth as sweet as if she had dipped it in honey, bubbling over with sweetness.

Hearing this, and thinking of how aloof and haughty Mei Shiyun usually acted, Lin Hao let out a disdainful chuckle, "Marrying a piece of work like that, what is there to congratulate?"

"Ah?!"

The two junior sisters turned pale with fright, exchanging blank stares.

They thought they must have misheard.

Yet at that very moment, an entirely different set of memories surged through Lin Hao's mind like shattering spatial images.

"What!"

"It's not over yet!!!"

Lin Hao's expression twisted in extreme agony, deathly pale.

The Upper Realm... the eight ancient clans of Taixu, the Rakshasa Emperor Clan, the Lin Clan!

Coming down to experience the mortal realm...

Pain!

So painful!

"My head is about to explode!"

Thud.

Lin Hao collapsed straight to the ground.

"Eldest Senior Brother, Eldest Senior Brother, what's wrong!"

"Where is it about to explode?!"

"Eldest Senior Brother!"

...

Meanwhile, while Lin Hao was unconscious, two elders stood guard outside the courtyard of a side hall in the Xuantian Sect, barring all unauthorized persons from entering.

Inside the hall, Mei Shiyun yanked off her red bridal veil, hurled it fiercely to the floor, and began stomping on it furiously, "Father, I don't want to marry Lin Hao! You know very well that the person I love is Tang... of the Tang Sect!"

"I know!" Mei Anjiu helplessly picked up the veil, wiped the footprint off it, and coaxed patiently, "My daughter, I know the person you love is Tang Chen, but he is the Young Master of the Zhongzhou Tang Sect! His status is so noble, how could he ever truly care about you?"

"He does!"

"He said he loves me, and that he'll marry me in grand style!"

Mei Shiyun's beautiful eyes welled with tears as she stamped her foot angrily.

Yet Mei Anjiu did not see it that way.

Zhongzhou, being the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the Xinglan Continent, had always been a sacred ground for cultivators.The most powerful practitioners in the entire continent had all gathered in Zhongzhou. As the most flourishing sacred cultivation ground on the Starstorm Continent, the Tang Sect was a terrifying existence with a formidable reputation even in Zhongzhou! Throughout the ages, how many legends had been born within the Tang Sect. As the Young Master of the Tang Sect, how noble was Tang Chen's status? How could he possibly cast a glance at a woman from this remote Northern Wasteland? Even if he had the intention to take Shiyun as a concubine, the elders of the Tang Sect would surely never agree to it. The reason his daughter still clung to a sliver of fantasy was simply because she was young, having just passed her coming-of-age years. Inexperienced in the ways of the world, she had no comprehension of the hierarchy of humanity or the complexity of human hearts. Once she was reduced to a man's plaything in the future, it would not be so easy to find a good family to marry into. "Shiyun, my child, just listen to your father. Tang Chen will never keep you in his heart, let alone marry you and bring you through his doors. By comparison, Lin Hao is utterly devoted to you and makes a much better choice," Mei Anjiu pleaded earnestly. If he could, he would also have liked to marry his daughter to Tang Chen. But was that not nothing more than a pipe dream? The Xuantian Sect and the Daotian Sect stood side by side as the twin paragons of the Northern Wasteland, revered and pursued by countless cultivators as "sacred grounds," yet placed in Zhongzhou, they were nothing more than third-rate factions. Given Tang Chen's terrifying background, he and Shiyun were truly an ill-matched pair. Their social standing and family status were worlds apart. Only after carefully weighing the pros and cons had Mei Anjiu made this difficult decision. "Hmph, Father, you just think that Brother Tang Chen won't come." "I'm telling you, today he will surely tread upon colorful auspicious clouds to crash the wedding!" "He definitely will!" Mei Shiyun's tone was extremely resolute. She had long since prepared herself to give her body, her soul, her everything, to her Brother Tang Chen. As for Lin Hao, what was his status? How could he possibly be mentioned in the same breath as her Brother Tang Chen? An immortal fairy like her, born noble and possessing beauty that could rival the heavens, deserved to be matched with a dragon among men like Tang Chen! At that moment, a young maiden who looked strikingly similar to Mei Shiyun pushed open the door and walked in. She was Mei Shiyun's twin sister, Mei Shishi. "The Xuantian Sect elder says the auspicious hour has arrived..." Mei Shishi looked at her sister with a complicated expression. "Understood." With a displeased expression, Mei Shiyun adjusted her bridal veil and walked out of the side hall, supported by her sister. ... Meanwhile, over on Lin Hao's side, he was gradually regaining consciousness. An Emperor Clan of the Upper Realm! To think that I actually possess another identity—none other than the Lin Family, an Emperor Clan of the Upper Realm! Reclaiming that previously unknown memory, Lin Hao looked out with joyous astonishment. The Upper Realm was the sacred ground of every cultivator's dreams on the Starstorm Continent. The ancestors of the Lin Family were none other than the Lin Clan, one of the eight great ancient clans of Taixu, a terrifying existence that had suppressed the ages for eternity. An ancient clan of this magnitude could span all of eternity down to the present day precisely because of its family rule: every male born into the clan must be sent down to the lower realm to undergo trials, to temper his mind and strain his muscles and bones. Only thus could the elite of the Lin Clan forge a dao heart as unyielding as rock, pressing ever forward on the path of pursuing the Great Dao! No wonder I possess the Dao Body and Imperial Fetus... So that was how it was... A curve played at the corner of Lin Hao's lips. The Dao Body and Imperial Fetus had the closest affinity with the Three Thousand Great Daos. This! Was the innate and peerless advantage of the Lin Clan bloodline! "Eldest Senior Brother, Elder Zhou just sent someone over to say the auspicious hour has arrived," the Junior Sister reminded him from the side. "Understood." Lin Hao stretched his arms and said indifferently, "Just a woman. Whether I marry her or not is of little consequence." What he cared about much more right now was how to complete his mortal trial and return to the Upper Realm. A true man—what need had he for women? What a man desired was hegemony over the world, to rule alone over the long river of time!