Deep in the Imperial Palace of the Qin family lies the Abandoning Dust Hall.
It is desolate and dilapidated. Qin Wudao lay on his bed, devoid of breath, hovering on the brink of death.
*Creak—*
The hall doors were pushed open, and light flooded into the dim interior. A figure strode in. The man was dressed in magnificent robes, his expression stern; he was Qin Yuan, the First Elder of the Qin family, a man of immense power and Qin Wudao’s uncle in name only.
He walked to the bedside and looked down at his nephew, who was gasping his last. His eyes were cold, devoid of the slightest pity. Confirming that this "waste," whom he had starved for nearly three months, was completely drained and had no hope of survival, he spoke: "Wudao, you have been a burden to this family for too long. Rest in peace."
Seeing that the boy on the bed lacked even the strength to open his eyes, Qin Yuan felt his goal had been achieved and turned to leave with indifference. The hall doors slammed shut, sealing off the light.
In the next instant, the eight-year-old child on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, filled with resentment and unwillingness!
His name is Qin Wudao. He is a transmigrator who has been in this Archaic Immortal Realm for eight years. His father is the patriarch of the Qin family, one of the five great clans of the Archaic Immortal Realm. As the Young Lord of the Qin family, he once held supreme status and power. His talent was top-tier; on the day of his birth, his body was wreathed in brilliant purple-gold divine light, and he possessed an indescribably profound Primordial True Dragon Bone within him. It was a true, peerless talent, the innate constitution of an Emperor. As long as he grew up, he was destined to reach the pinnacle and proclaim himself Emperor in this fractured world.
However, all that beauty came to a jarring halt the night he was born. While his father was away at war, his uncle used his great divine powers to shield the heavens and performed a malicious forbidden technique, forcibly stripping the Primordial True Dragon Bone from his infant body. He grafted it into his older brother, Qin Tianlong, and implanted a Dao-cursed "Nirvana Emperor Fetus" into his own body. It not only suppressed his bloodline aura but also devoured his vitality, reducing him from a peerless genius to a short-lived wretch.
His older brother, Qin Tianlong, used this to leap from mediocrity to becoming the genius the family pinned all their hopes on. When his mother realized what was happening and rushed into the room to stop them, she was brutally murdered by the hands of Qin Yuan and his son. The sight of his mother collapsing in a pool of blood, her eyes filled with infinite worry, apology, reluctance, and despair, remained a nightmare he could never forget.
When his father returned in haste from the battlefield, Qin Yuan lied, claiming his mother had gone missing mysteriously and that the family was searching with all their might, banking on the fact that Wudao was still an infant unable to speak. Though his father had his doubts, the urgency of the border wars and his trust in his own brother prevented him from investigating further. He left orders to search for her and departed once more, unable to watch over his son for many years thereafter.
Thinking of all this, Qin Wudao’s heart felt as though it were being sliced by knives. His body shook violently from intense rage; his fingernails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood. His chest heaved, and his endless resentment turned into a fire that incinerated his reason, unleashing a deep-seated, monstrous hatred for Qin Yuan.
"Old thief, I want you to die!!!"
[Ding. God-level Sign-in System activated.]
[Detected that the host is in his birth bedchamber. This place retains the host's initial obsession and forbidden aura, fulfilling the conditions for signing in.]
[Sign-in successful!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Primordial Fortune Pill x 1.]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Primal Dragon Emperor Scripture (Initial Chapter).]
As the cold, mechanical voice echoed, Qin Wudao was stunned. Then, he was overcome with wild joy—the ecstasy of surviving a desperate situation and seeing the hope of revenge.
"Qin Yuan, you old thief! The debt of stealing my bone and killing my mother is irreconcilable. I will surely crush you to dust and make you wish you were dead!"
With a pounding heart, Qin Wudao looked at the rewards provided by the system. The Primordial Fortune Pill was a god-level elixir containing immense life essence, a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi, and enough origin essence to allow one to directly comprehend and practice the Primal Dragon Emperor Scripture. The Primal Dragon Emperor Scripture was the lost supreme scripture of the Qin family, pointing directly to the origin of the Dao, and could only be practiced by the strongest True Dragon bloodline.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he consumed the Primordial Fortune Pill. He wanted revenge, and he needed power!
The vast life essence instantly nourished his withered body, pulling him back from the brink of death. At the same time, the wisp of Primordial Purple Qi surged directly into the source of the deathly silence within him—the Nirvana Emperor Fetus. Simultaneously, the origin essence of the Primal Dragon Emperor Scripture began to guide his remaining, suppressed True Dragon bloodline to circulate according to the scripture’s methods.
At that exact moment, a drastic change occurred. The moment the Nirvana Emperor Fetus touched the power of the Primordial Purple Qi and the Primal Dragon Emperor Scripture, it erupted with unprecedented restlessness. Destruction and creation, nirvana and origin—two diametrically opposed, extreme forces clashed violently within his frail body. He could feel that, under the mediation of the Primordial Purple Qi and the guidance of the Primal Dragon Emperor Scripture, the Nirvana Emperor Fetus was undergoing an incredible transformation.
I do not know how much time passed. The pain finally receded.
Qin Wudao looked within himself. The original Nirvana Emperor Fetus had vanished. In its place were brand-new bones, glowing with a gray-purple chaotic luster. On the surface of the bones were countless fine, purple-gold dragon patterns, containing the mysteries of the universe's birth and death. A terrifying aura—at once domineering, majestic, and ruler-like, yet also deathly, profound, and all-consuming—emanated from these newborn bones.
The Hongmeng Emperor Bone! A brand-new physique, one never recorded in the classics and never before seen in this world, had been born!
As the Emperor Bone formed, a vast surge of power flowed out from the depths of the bone, instantly clearing his meridians. The bottleneck of his cultivation shattered like paper.
Body Tempering Realm... Qi Gathering Realm... Early Divine Sea Realm!
In the blink of an eye, Qin Wudao had transformed from a dying wretch to a cultivator at the Great Circle of the Body Tempering Realm. A sense of power flooded his entire body. The speed of his breakthrough was unprecedented!
At the same time, the world lost its color, and the winds and clouds swirled in reverse! Deep in the Qin Family Ancestral Land, that Ancestral Dragon Pulse, which symbolized the family's fortune and had been dormant for countless years, suddenly raised its head and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth! A terrifying dragon might swept across the entire Ancestral Dragon Divine Continent.
*Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!*
In the direction of the Qin family ancestral temple, the Great Ancestral Bell—which never sounded unless there was a threat of clan extinction or the arrival of supreme auspiciousness—rang out on its own!
One sound!
Two sounds!
...
Nine sounds in total!
The nine tolls of the Ancestral Bell shook the past and present! The sound was vast and melodious, piercing through space and time, spreading to every corner of the Qin family, and even reaching the distant star systems. Every member of the Qin family, no matter where they were, felt their souls tremble and their bloodlines resonate, overwhelmed by a pressure and a summons from the depths of their spirits.
Those with weak cultivation collapsed directly to the ground, trembling in fear. The strong looked up in horror toward the ancestral temple.
"The Ancestral Bell rang nine times! Heavens!"
"What happened? Has an Emperor Son descended?"
"Is it an omen of fortune, or a warning?"
Countless people looked up in shock toward the ancestral temple and the direction of the Abandoning Dust Hall. What had happened there?