Lies

Father!

That soft, sweet call abruptly pulled him back from the trembling he felt when facing ancient gods and demons.

Forget about the Nine Heavenly Bells, forget about the Immaculate Golden Core, this is my own flesh and blood, whom I have carefully nurtured for six years, and whose alchemy furnace has exploded dozens of times to brew medicinal soup and nourish it!

The Golden Core True Essence within Chen Changqing surged against his heart meridian, and his protective instincts instantly overwhelmed all reason.

He stepped forward, spreading his arms to shield Chen Fan behind him, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty as he faced the sect's number one disciple.

"Grand Elder! Fan'er is only six years old. His Divine Soul has been closed off since childhood. He is definitely not possessed by some patriarch! You... please don't frighten the child!"

Mo Wendao frowned, his withered fingers pressing on the white jade steps, causing the stone slabs to crack inch by inch.

"Impossible! If it weren't for the awakening of innate wisdom, how could the Heavenly Bell have rang nine times? How could there be Third Tier Immaculate Golden Core?!"

Mo Wendao was persistent and pressed him for an answer.

"Young Sect Master, when you entered meditation just now, did you see a ten-thousand-foot-high sword mountain in your Divine Soul? Did you hear the profound sounds of the Nine Heavens? Where exactly did your Golden Core come from?!"

All the elders and deacons held their breath and pricked up their ears.

Chen Fan peeked half his head out from under Chen Changqing's ribs, pouting with a wronged expression.

There was no sword, and no sound.

"The Grand Elder just touched my wrist, it was so cold, and then I had a dream."

"I dreamt that a broken iron pot was banging loudly next to my ear, which was incredibly annoying. Then, my belly button suddenly felt very swollen, like I had swallowed ten magic fruits in one go and was stuffed."

Chen Fan rubbed his stomach and muttered, "I'm still feeling full."

Are you stuffed?

The formation of the Immaculate Golden Core was due to overeating?!

The outer disciples, sprawled on the ground, looked dazed. Li Tianyu even buried his head in a crevice in the rock, his Dao Heart shattered into dust.

They painstakingly sensed a trace of Qi, while someone else, taking a nap and finding it noisy, actually achieved the Great Perfection of the Golden Core?

Mo Wendao and the Grand Elder's expressions changed drastically, and they exchanged a glance.

"Excuse me, Young Sect Master!"

Mo Wendao raised his hand and lightly tapped the Void. Two extremely gentle Golden Core Divine Thoughts emerged, sweeping across Chen Fan's Ancestral Aperture between his eyebrows like spring rain, and inspecting his Divine Soul Sea of Consciousness.

Chen Fan remained calm, his Martial God True Spirit deep within his Sea of Consciousness as still as an abyss, allowing only two Divine Thoughts to sweep across its surface.

A few breaths later, Mo Wendao withdrew his Divine Thought, and his palm began to tremble violently.

There were no signs of possession!

His mind was clear as Glazed Crystal, Divine Soul was Pure Yang and transparent, without a trace of the yin, decay, deathly aura and mixed obsessions that a reincarnated old monster would carry.

This is a newly born Dao embryo that has just turned six years old!

"Not reincarnation... it wasn't reincarnation at all?!"

Mo Wendao muttered to himself, an indescribable shock and ecstasy welling up in his cloudy old eyes.

While reincarnated powerful beings are indeed formidable, they are bound by the karma of their past lives, and their nature is unpredictable, so they may not be wholeheartedly dedicated to protecting their sect.

The child before them, born and raised in Setting Sun Mountain, calls the sect leader "father"!

"A naturally formed Golden Core, a physical body nurturing the Dao... This is an unprecedented innate True Spirit Dao embryo in the Cangwu Realm!"

Mo Wendao laughed wildly, his roar like thunder, shattering the spiritual clouds in the sky.

"Our ancestral master has manifested! Heaven blesses our Azure Cloud Sword Sect! This is a supreme divine talent a hundred times more powerful than even the reincarnation of our ancestral master!"

Amidst his maniacal laughter, Mo Wendao suddenly turned around, his terrifying aura of Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage sweeping across the entire Setting Sun Mountain. His eyes, sharp as lightning, swept over the hundreds of trembling disciples below the stage.

"I hereby convey the Supreme Lord's decree!"

"From this day forward, Chen Fan is hereby promoted to the first Limitless Holy Son of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect!"

"To see the Holy Son is to see the Ancestor! All the elders and true disciples of each peak are under his control! The Holy Son has the right to take the rare and precious treasures from the sect's inner treasury at his discretion, without needing to report!"

After he finished speaking, the entire Azure Cloud Main Peak fell into a deathly silence.

Seeing the Holy Son is like seeing the Ancestor?

The peak masters were all horrified, yet none dared to voice the slightest objection. A six-year-old Immaculate Golden Core, barring premature death, was on the verge of reaching the Nascent Deity Transformation and Dao Integration stages. This was no ordinary sect Prodigies, but rather the future Heavenly Tree of the entire Azure Cloud Sword Sect for the next thousand years!

"Greetings, Limitless Holy Son!"

The First Elder was the first to turn over and kowtow.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of deacons and elders from various peaks knelt down in succession, their voices booming like thunder, shaking the heavens.

"Greetings to the Limitless Holy Son! May the Holy Son enjoy boundless blessings and be supreme in the Great Dao!"

Amidst a thunderous roar of awe, Chen Changqing trembled, suddenly scooped up Chen Fan, his eyes red-rimmed, and pressed him hard against his shoulder.

"Good, good son... My mortal son is not a fool, but True Immortal descended to earth!"

Rough palms patted Chen Fan's back, carrying a pure, burning warmth.

Chen Fan let Chen Changqing hold him, patted his father's neck with his little hand, and in the Miniature Divine Kingdom that spanned Dimensions in his heart, the milky white vitality of the mortal world surged once again.

Finally, they managed to fool this group of native cultivators.

Not only did they preserve their karmic bond, but they also gained the privilege of emptying the entire sect's treasury, ensuring their spirit stone rations for the next few years.

"Fan'er, return to the inner sect's Ancestral Veins. Your father will personally protect you!"

Chen Changqing laughed loudly and rose into the air.

However, Mo Wendao, standing below, suddenly became serious, looking into the depths of the sky, a shadow rising in his heart.

"The Heavenly Bell tolls nine times, an extraordinary phenomenon breaks through the sky... This news cannot be kept from those wolves in the Southern Region."

A resolute glint and killing intent flashed in Mo Wendao's eyes.

"My child's Dao embryo is newly formed, and his physical body is still weak. We must not let even the slightest word of this slip out!"

He suddenly flicked his sleeve, his figure transforming into a blur as he fled towards the forbidden area behind the mountain.

"Changqing, keep a close eye on Fan'er! I'm going to open the Myriad Sword Ancient Tomb of the sect to retrieve the Primal Chaos Heaven-Covering Robe passed down by the patriarch to conceal the Holy Son's aura!"

Setting Sun Mountain was abuzz with excitement, and the spiritual light of the protective array shot straight into the sky.

Outside the Azure Cloud Mountain Range, a vast sea of clouds churns and surges.

Before the shattered clouds of ten thousand miles, caused by the nine chimes of the Void Bell, had even healed, several Bone Demons covered in white bone runes and paper cranes glowing with dark red light flapped their wings and sped away through several Firmament rifts. They captured all the azure-gold Immortal Light that traversed the sky into the jade slips, transforming into blood-red streams of Stream of Light that fled towards the horizon.

On the west side of Setting Sun Mountain, at the Mysterious Sword Sect, the Heavenly Sword Hall.

Sect Master Dugu Ao sat upright on a sword pedestal carved from millennia-old cold iron, surrounded by seven natal spirit swords whose Sword Qi pulsed erratically.

Inside the hall, more than ten Foundation Establishment stage and others at the Pseudo-Core Formation stage, stood solemnly on both sides, deliberating on the battle for the Southern Region's mineral veins three months from now.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the communication flying sword hanging in the hall shattered.

A talisman stained with charred lightning spontaneously combusted in mid-air, revealing the Bronze Ancient Bell Dharma Form Setting Sun Mountain that tore through the clouds, accompanied by nine deep, resonant chimes that shook the heavens and earth.

"Report! The Heavenly Bell, the founding ancestor of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, has struck nine times!"

"Chen Fan, son of Sect Chen Changqing, is only six years old. On his enlightenment day, he resonated with the Heavenly Dao, and Third Tier Immaculate Golden Core was born within his body!"

The Discipline Hall in charge of intelligence, whose voice was hoarse, knelt on one knee, his back soaked with cold sweat.

The main hall was deathly silent.