Zhang Bairen's Tribulation

Within the Chaos Bead, the myriad heavens rose and fell, and time flowed on.

Zhang Bairen's True Spirit drifted through one reincarnation after another, tempered by countless identities.

He had been a wandering Daoist who healed the sick, and had tasted the bitterness of mortal life.

He had also fallen to begging in the streets, experiencing the coldness of human nature.

And he had once sat high above the world as an emperor, ruling thousands of miles of land and witnessing all the splendor and vicissitudes of life.

After being washed and tempered by mortal life in each successive incarnation, the source imprint of Hao Tian deep within that once-naive True Spirit grew ever purer and clearer.

In this Yuanhui, he took birth in a vast Cultivation Realm, where Immortal Qi drifted through the air and sects stood everywhere.

He was born into a small, declining cultivation family.

In this life, his name was still Zhang Bairen.

His parents had died young, leaving him with only a younger sister named Yunhua. The two siblings relied on each other to survive.

Neither of them had especially gifted spiritual roots. In this cruel Cultivation Realm, they struggled to get by, always treading carefully.

"Brother, have you heard? A sage is giving a lecture at the top of Heavenly Pillar Peak! They say the Grand Supreme Dao Ancestor has manifested. Anyone with the right fortune can go and listen!"

Yunhua held a basket of freshly gathered Spiritual Herbs. Her cheeks were flushed from running, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Zhang Bairen was sorting a few low-grade spiritual plants in the courtyard. At her words, his hands paused.

The Grand Supreme Dao Ancestor?

A faint sense of familiarity stirred within him, so fleeting he could barely grasp it.

"Is the news reliable?" he