Legacy

In that instant, three streaks of light shot forth like startled swans crossing a gap, bursting from the ancient clan genealogy scroll with such speed that they seemed to pierce through time itself, striking precisely into the brows of the three Yun siblings!

Yun Ji's pupils abruptly contracted. On his weathered face, there was no panic—only deep shock and a glimmer of understanding.

He clearly sensed that the auras of his three children had undergone an indescribable transformation in that moment, as if slumbering dragons had been awakened, or rough jade was being meticulously carved by an invisible great hand.

Yun Long's body trembled violently. Beneath his bronze skin, a golden radiance seemed to flow faintly, and a domineering, heavy aura began to spread.

Yun Hu's originally restless aura suddenly condensed, and a sharp edge appeared between his brows, like a sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

Yun He's body rippled with an ethereal and gentle fluctuation, nourishing all things like spring rain.

Yun Ji took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. His eyes, seasoned by countless experiences, gleamed with the light of wisdom.

He did not disturb them. Instead, he silently turned, gently closed the crude wooden door, and stood outside like a silent stone statue, his hands clasped behind his back, guarding his children.

He knew that his children were undergoing a tremendous fortune, a turning point in their fates and the true beginning of the Yun Clan's rise. Joy surged within him like a mountain flood, but he forcibly suppressed it with an iron will. At this moment, only stillness and protection were needed.

Yun Long felt a burning sensation at his brow, and a vast torrent of information poured into his mind like the Milky Way crashing down from the heavens. Golden light flashed before his eyes, and a towering golden monk materialized—solemn and majestic, muscles bulging, exuding an aura of indestructibility.

The golden monk moved, throwing out a single Arhat Fist. Plain and unadorned, yet it contained the terrifying force to shatter mountains and sever cliffs. The fist wind howled, tearing through the void.

Then, the monk's body blazed with golden light, and a solid golden barrier formed on his skin, like an inverted bronze bell. Unmoved by wind or thunder, it stood firm—the Golden Bell Shield!

Afterward, the golden monk sat cross-legged, chanting profound scriptures. Every syllable seemed to contain the principles of heaven and earth. A Xiantian technique called the Bodhidharma Muscle-Tendon Classic was branded into the depths of his soul.

Marrow cleansing, tendon refining, bone forging! The bottleneck that had once held Yun Long at the peak of Bone Forging shattered in that instant!

An indescribable agony swept through his entire body, as if every inch of his bones were being broken and reassembled, every meridian forcibly widened. Sweat poured out like pulp, instantly soaking his clothes.

But he clenched his teeth, letting that power gallop through his body, reshaping his physique.

"Crack! Crack!"

Explosive sounds like popping beans came from within him—his bones were transforming, his meridians expanding! His originally tough bones became more crystalline and translucent, brimming with power. The blocked meridians were all opened, and true qi flowed without any obstruction.

He looked inward and saw that in his Dantian Sea of Qi, his original inner strength had completely transformed into a purer, more domineering golden-yellow true qi!

This true qi was vast and majestic, full of yang energy and power—it was Xiantian True Qi!

The Xiantian realm!

The realm he had dreamed of had finally been achieved!

An unprecedented sense of power filled his limbs and bones. He even felt he could kill a fierce tiger with one punch! Ecstasy—uncontrollable ecstasy—made his body tremble slightly.

At the same time, in Yun Hu's mind, a misty, rain-drenched scene of Qingcheng Mountain appeared. A swordsman in green robes, his figure graceful, turned his long sword into countless shadows—sometimes like a snake striking from its hole, cunning and vicious; sometimes like a violent storm, impenetrable.

A set of exquisite Qingcheng Swordplay was fully imprinted into his consciousness. Following that, a warm, pure-yang current surged from within his body, and a Xiantian technique called Pure Yang Skill began to circulate silently.

Meanwhile, Yun He's consciousness was immersed in a medicinal mist-filled immortal realm. A white-robed Daoist imparted to her the Wudang Xiantian Gong, Ladder Cloud Leap, and the Compendium of Materia Medica.

As time passed, the number of people guarding the door grew from one to three. Yun Hu and Yun He quickly finished receiving their inheritances and came to the door to guard Yun Long alongside Yun Ji.

Because Yun Long was breaking through to the Xiantian realm, he was much slower than the other two.

For families like the Yun Clan, there was no clear understanding of the Xiantian realm. They knew it existed but not why.

With complete inheritances, Yun Hu and Yun He now had a clear concept of true qi.

True qi had many names—inner breath, inner strength, inner force—all the same. Its essence was the qi cultivated toward the Qi Refining Stage.

The Xiantian realm was also called the True Qi Realm. Most mortals didn't know why the name "Xiantian realm" was so widespread.

"Xiantian" meant "Revert to Root, Return to Origin," allowing one's cultivated true qi to become powerful and pure, reversing to the primordial state and becoming the qi that Qi Refining cultivators used.

Yun Ji had not been able to participate in the Immortal Fate test back then and didn't know if he possessed so-called Immortal Fate.

But mortal cultivation of the Martial Dao didn't require special talent. Those with good aptitude trained fast; those with slow aptitude trained slowly.

Now, listening to his children explain the secrets of Xiantian martial arts, he realized that mortals could Enter Immortality through Martial Arts!

The Changqing Immortal Sect tested for Spiritual Roots. As long as one had a Spiritual Root, they could skip martial cultivation and directly refine qi using the Spiritual Root! With a Spiritual Root, even the worst one, one could ascend to immortality in one step, directly crossing into the Immortal Dao threshold.

This world was the Immortal Realm that lower-realm martial artists shattered the void to ascend to. Even the weakest Qi Refining cultivator far surpassed a Xiantian realm mortal.

First-Order Qi Refining; the Xiantian realm was merely the Mortal Stage.

In this world, there were many immortal sects but few Cultivation Families. Inheritance based on bloodline was unstable—if a generation had no Spiritual Roots, the inheritance was directly cut off.

If Entering Immortality through Martial Arts were that easy, the Changqing Immortal Sect's Immortal Fate test wouldn't only accept children with Spiritual Roots.

The strength of Character Inheritance Cards lay in the fact that those who fused with the card would face no bottlenecks in cultivation up to the card's limit!

With three Tier 1 Character Inheritance Cards, given enough time, the three Yun siblings could become three First-Order Qi Refining cultivators.

All three cards were First-Order Low-Grade, capable of helping them cultivate up to the third layer of Qi Refining. To go further would depend on their own talent.

By evening, Yun Long finally awoke.

Yun Hu and Yun He were the first to cheer: "Big brother!"

Yun Ji's face showed a relieved smile, but his eyes held a hint of inquiry. Feeling the surging power within him, Yun Long said excitedly, "Father, I succeeded!"

Yun Ji nodded and laughed heartily, "Good, good! Long'er, come, let your father test your Xiantian True Qi!"

Father and son went to the courtyard. Yun Long released his aura, and a presence far more powerful than his father's spread out. The moment their hands touched, Yun Ji felt a tremendous force surge toward him, staggering backward with shock on his face.

He then burst into laughter: "Good lad! Truly the might of the Xiantian realm!" But within the laughter was a faint, barely perceptible trace of loss and hope. His son had already set foot on the path he had once dreamed of... and he...

Yun Ji looked up at the sky, his gaze deep.

Yun Ji had mostly broken through to the Xiantian realm through his own talent, but his Xiantian True Qi was too ordinary. After years of cultivation, the quantity of his true qi far exceeded Yun Long's, but its quality was far inferior. Moreover, his application of true qi was not as good as Yun Long's, who had received the inheritance.

Yun Long's physical constitution, techniques, and martial skills were all superior. With his early Xiantian realm, he could steadily defeat Yun Ji, who was at the mid-Xiantian realm.

Of course, in a life-or-death battle, where the brave wins on a narrow path, it was uncertain who would die.