Sacred Domain
Nan Clan
A young man stood quietly before a palace.
His silver hair, white as snow, fell loose over his shoulders. His eyes were as red as blood, vivid and deep, as though they could see through souls.
He held the Flowing Cloud Fan, an exquisitely crafted, splendidly ornate fan with a delicate design painted on its surface.
The young man raised his hand and waved the fan casually. A powerful gust surged from it, dispersing the dense miasma around him.
The miasma had hung like a heavy curtain, obscuring the path ahead. Now, as though swept aside by an invisible hand, it slowly dispersed.
Behind him, clouds and mist gathered once more. Sunlight streamed through the thin clouds, and the palace appeared and disappeared amid the haze, looking all the more solemn and mysterious.
The young man stepped onto the bluestone stairs, his pace steady.
Suddenly, the scene ahead changed, leaving only broken pieces of stone.
He halted, paused briefly, and tossed the Flowing Cloud Fan into the air.
In an instant, the Flowing Cloud Fan hovered in midair, as though held aloft by an invisible hand.
The young man's fingers flew, and a ray of light slipped from his fingertips, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Rumble! A thunderous noise shook the air.
The stones, which had been broken into countless pieces, slowly began to move, gradually gathering together.
The young man looked ahead. With the mechanism disabled, the palace stood revealed in all its entirety before him.
Its magnificent scale inspired awe.
Against the palace, everything between heaven and earth paled.
—Longevity Aristocratic Clan
Nan Clan
The Longevity Aristocratic Clans had endured through the passage of endless ages, standing firm throughout, and were revered by the world as supreme clans.
Countless experts longed to form ties with a Longevity Aristocratic Clan, hoping to gain protection and opportunities.
In the Sacred Domain, the name of a Longevity Aristocratic Clan was absolute authority, and its every move set countless people on edge.
The Nan Clan, one of the foremost Longevity Aristocratic Clans, possessed rare inheritances. Any one of them could elevate a third-rate force to the first rank in a single leap.
"Ran'er, now that you have returned home, come to the Elders' Hall at once." A line of large characters appeared in the sky.
The young man nodded slightly in the direction where the words had appeared. His figure flashed, and he vanished in an instant like a ghost.
"Lord Divine Son! Lord Divine Son is back!!"
After that figure disappeared, a chorus of chatter broke out.
"Lord Divine Son's cultivation has reached another level. I couldn't detect his presence at all."
"Yes, otherwise I could have gone over to greet him just now, waaah!"
"Lord Divine Son is getting stronger and stronger. I have to keep working hard too!"
"Who wants to fight me? Stop sleeping! How can you sleep at your age?!"
"..."
Outside the Elders' Hall
The guards suddenly saw a figure appear like a ghost. Their gazes sharpened, and though wary, they did not panic.
They quickly tightened their grips on their sharp weapons and leaned forward slightly, ready for whatever came.
Once the guards saw who it was, their tense expressions instantly relaxed. They saluted in unison and said, "Lord Divine Son!"
Nan Xunran raised a hand, and invisible spiritual power brushed over them like a gentle breeze, softly raising them to their feet.
Words of gratitude and praise from the two reached Nan Xunran's ears. He listened with a smile, and no one noticed the indifference in the depths of his eyes.
For Nan Xunran, putting on such a display was effortless.
He knew well how to use his charm and strength to influence others.
He carefully planned every subtle movement and every brief remark to achieve the best effect.
A simple smile was enough to win everyone's favor.
Since it was so easy to gain others' approval, why not?
He gathered his thoughts and stepped into the hall.
Council Hall
"Xiao-Ran, how did it go?" Nan Xunran suddenly caught a fragrant scent, and his arm touched something soft.
His expression unchanged, he withdrew his hand from the soft spot.
The woman before him was stunningly beautiful, with eyes like autumn waters and endless allure.
Her gaze shifted, seeming to hold countless tender feelings, easily stirring the heartstrings. Every gesture she made radiated an irresistible charm.
"Eighth Elder." Nan Xunran's expression remained composed as he calmly glanced at the person before him.
His gaze moved slowly, finally settling on the people in the Council Hall. "First Elder, Second Elder, Fifth Elder."
He greeted them in turn. The elders who remained in seclusion had not appeared today, as usual, saving him quite a bit of trouble.