Yet it proved the old saying: when a son grew up, he no longer obeyed his mother. Shen Tianci was grown now and had ideas of his own. As his father, Shen Hongguang might be able to make decisions in other matters, but in Martial Dao Cultivation, he was far inferior to his son. Naturally, he could not sway Shen Tianci's will.
It had been half a month since Shen Tianci entered seclusion on the small island at the center of the artificial lake. During that time, the daily phenomena had differed: a great sun hung across the sky, a golden crow illuminated the world, a full moon hung high, a drawn bow shot down condors, countless golden swords filled the air—there was no end to them. Shen Tianci was using his own martial cultivation to manifest the mysteries of divine arts and ultimate techniques, comprehending their principles as he sought to use his learning and gifts to forge and construct an entirely new Martial Dao framework.
Throughout these days, Shen Yuhu had remained in the pavilion beside the artificial lake. With his Grandmaster cultivation, he stood guard over Shen Tianci, preventing petty villains from causing trouble or disturbing him. Meanwhile, as the Shen Family head and Duke of Xu, Shen Hongguang was burdened with countless affairs and could only come to see him once every two or three days.
They could not be blamed for taking this matter so seriously. Too many bizarre and secretive methods existed in the world.
Just before Shen Tianci entered seclusion, he had suddenly sensed an abnormal stirring in his bloodline. An exceptionally sinister and vicious force had invaded it. Not only did it seek to defile his clear and ethereal Spiritual Jade Body and sever his path in Martial Dao, it sought to