Secrets Revealed, Mortal Ties Begin

Inside Myriad Manifestations Hall, the earth-shaking upheaval caused by the Twin Martial Souls and Innate Level 20 Soul Power was like a boulder cast into a tranquil lake, its ripples refusing to settle for a long time. Though the dazzling Nine-Colored Radiance and the soul-freezing Ultimate Ice had already receded into Qin Mo's body, the air still held lingering energy tremors that made hearts race, along with an indescribable solemnity, as though history itself had just been born.

The sect elders continued to stare fixedly at Qin Mo. Their expressions were incomparably complex, filled with incredulous shock, feverish delight, and a trace of instinctive awe toward the unknown. Their breathing was heavy and their chests rose and fell violently, clearly showing that they had yet to fully recover from the successive shocks.

Qin Yuan, the sect master and a Limit Douluo who stood at the pinnacle of the continent, took a deep breath. His chest, seemingly capable of bearing mountains, rose slightly as he forcibly suppressed his surging emotions. The piercing gleam in his eyes slowly withdrew, restoring his usual depth and majesty. Yet upon closer inspection, one could see expectations and resolve burning even more fiercely beneath that depth.

With a sweep of his hand, an invisible and vast surge of Soul Power spread out, gentle yet impossible to resist, dismissing all unrelated attendants and guards from the hall. In an instant, only Qin Yuan, Qin Hao, and Qin Mo—the three generations of the family—remained within the vast Myriad Manifestations Hall, along with a handful of core elders. The hall doors slowly closed with a dull rumble, sealing the inside and outside into two separate worlds.

The dimly lit hall became even more silent, with only the heavy breathing of those present clearly audible.

Qin Yuan's gaze swept across every elder present before finally settling on Qin Mo, who remained calm, as though the one who had just stirred up monstrous waves had not been his own grandson. After pondering for a moment, he spoke in a low, unhurried voice that carried the weight of history itself. "Mo'er, do you know why the Myriad Manifestations Sect has been passed down for countless generations, yet has always strictly obeyed the ancestral teachings, remaining secluded in this corner deep within Star Dou, never involving itself lightly in the continent's conflicts, even though we possess strength enough to shake the outside world?"

Qin Mo raised his dark eyes and shook his head. He had been too young to learn much about the sect's deepest secrets. He only knew that the sect was powerful and mysterious, and that remaining hidden from the world was an ironclad rule.

Standing beside his father, Qin Hao's expression became incomparably solemn as well. Clearly, what was about to be revealed was the sect's most core inheritance secret.

Qin Yuan's gaze seemed to pierce through the thick walls of the hall and look upon the endless river of time. He slowly said, "Because the origin of the Myriad Manifestations bloodline is not purely human."

His very first sentence was earth-shattering!

At last, a faint ripple appeared in Qin Mo's calm eyes.

Qin Yuan continued, his voice echoing through the empty hall with ancient mystery. "According to fragmented records from the sect's oldest ancestral texts, during the primordial era, our ancestor became deeply entangled in karma with a supreme Divine Beast—the Void Kunpeng—born from the turbulent void and master of the Law of Space. Some say our ancestor helped it escape its predicament. Others say it favored our ancestor and bestowed a drop of its origin Essence Blood... The truth has long vanished into time. Yet one thing is certain: from that day onward, an infinitesimal but genuine trace of the Void Kunpeng's bloodline was fused into the bloodline of the Qin family!"

"Void Kunpeng..." Qin Mo softly repeated the name. Even from the title alone, he could seemingly sense its supreme might as it soared through the void and controlled space.

"It is precisely this trace of Divine Beast bloodline," Qin Hao took over, his tone carrying both pride and helplessness, "that gives the Martial Souls awakened by our clan's disciples a natural affinity with supreme laws such as space and elements. They are powerful, strange, and unfathomable, far beyond ordinary Martial Souls found outside. My Void Mirror and your grandfather's Sky-Splitting Halberd both contain a trace of Spatial Power."

An elder with white hair and beard sighed. "Where there is fortune, there is disaster. This inhuman sacred bloodline is both a blessing and an original sin. In ancient times, our forebears drew countless covetous eyes and calamities because of this special bloodline. Powerful Soul Masters wished to study the secrets of our bloodline, empires sought to enslave our clan as weapons of war, and Evil Soul Masters wished to commit the vile act of devouring bloodlines... Those years were truly dark. The sect nearly faced annihilation. The blood of our ancestors flowed like rivers, and fewer than one in ten survived."

Pain flashed through the eyes of another gaunt elder, as though inherited memories still burned within him. "At the height of that crisis, a peerless ancestor turned the tide. He burned his life to activate the Ancient Relic Array, moving the sect's last Core Flame into this blessed hidden realm. He then established a blood oath and ancestral commandment: unless heaven and earth underwent great change, unless the sect stood at the brink of destruction, future descendants were never to leave this valley for all eternity, lest the secret of our bloodline reappear in the world and bring disaster upon us once more!"

Qin Mo listened quietly, realization dawning within him. So their seclusion was not stubborn isolation, but a means of survival bought by their forebears with blood and fire—a painful form of protection.

Qin Yuan's gaze refocused on Qin Mo and became incomparably sharp. He pointed toward Qin Mo's left hand, where the phantom of the Nine-Story Demon Pagoda had already vanished, yet seemed to exist everywhere. "And your Martial Soul has mutated beyond anything recorded in all the ancient texts! Not only has it perfectly inherited our clan's spatial traits, but at its core lies a supreme law of... suppression, sealing, and containment! This is not ordinary use of space. It is more like... the construction of rules!"

His gaze then shifted to Qin Mo's right hand. Though it held nothing, everyone could feel the dormant, soul-trembling Ultimate Ice within it. "And your unawakened Second Spirit—its ice is so pure, so ultimate, that even I feel alarmed! That is no ordinary Ultimate Ice. It is more like... a manifestation of an origin law! It even allows me to sense a trace of... divinity!"

"Added to that this unprecedented Innate Level 20 Soul Power..." Qin Yuan's voice suddenly rose, filled with endless emotion. "This is a tremendous opportunity, a favor bestowed upon the Myriad Manifestations Sect by the heavens! But it is also supreme karma, an immense challenge cast down by fate! Mo'er, your future is destined to be extraordinary. You are destined to walk a peak path that no one has ever walked before! But that path is also destined to be filled with hardship and deadly peril! The vast world outside, countless factions, powerful experts, and even hidden evils may all be stirred by your power!"

He stepped forward, his blazing gaze fixed upon Qin Mo as his voice became heavy as a mountain. "This small Myriad Manifestations Sect, this paradise our ancestors built for us, may be able to protect you for a time, but it can never protect you for a lifetime! A true eagle must eventually soar above the nine heavens and endure the baptism of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning! A towering tree capable of supporting heaven and earth can never grow in a greenhouse!"

Qin Mo met his grandfather's gaze. Within those deep eyes was neither fear nor confusion, but instead a clarity and calmness utterly unfitting for his young body. His experiences of pushing himself to the limit in his previous life had long forged his fearless heart into something unbreakable. He could clearly sense the two sleeping powers within him yearning for a broader world, yearning to unleash their brilliance.

He gave a slight nod. His voice was clear and resolute as it echoed through the silent hall. "Grandfather, Father, elders, I understand. A hidden dragon must bide its time; a dragon seen in the fields must rise. My power, my Martial Souls, and my path were never meant to belong to this narrow valley. I need to clash, to experience, to struggle through the mortal world. Only then can I truly understand myself and take control of my own power."

"Good! What a 'a hidden dragon must bide its time; a dragon seen in the fields must rise'! Worthy indeed of being my, Qin Yuan's, grandson!" Unprecedented admiration erupted in Qin Yuan's eyes as he threw back his head and laughed. His laughter made the hall beams hum, sweeping away the previous heaviness and replacing it with a spirit that soared to the heavens. "Then once you obtain your First Soul Ring and initially master the power of the Nine-Story Demon Pagoda, take Bing'er and Yan'er into the world for training!"

He swept his hand, his words ringing with force. "Build a force that belongs to you, gather the talented individuals who will follow you, sharpen your edge, and witness the vastness and splendor of the continent! Let that long-slumbering world outside hear clearly the thunderous voice that the Myriad Manifestations Sect's heir is about to unleash!"

"Your grandson obeys!" Qin Mo bowed, his tone calm but filled with unquestionable determination.

"Your son... obeys!" Qin Hao looked at his son. Though his eyes held countless worries and reluctance, they ultimately became firm support and pride. An eagle had to be set free eventually.

The elders looked at one another before bowing in unison. "We obey the Sect Master's command! May the Young Sect Master spread the might of Myriad Manifestations!"

The future of the sect now rested upon the shoulders of this six-year-old child. A storm destined to sweep across the continent was quietly gathering because of his entry into the world.