Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages

Qin Taiyi was taken aback.

Then, a very faint smile slowly bloomed on his usually calm face.

The laughter deepened, eventually transforming into a low, hearty laugh that echoed through the empty hall, making the ancient carvings on the pillars seem to come alive.

"Haha... Good! What a fine He Laiyouyu!"

His laughter subsided, and his gaze, filled with unprecedented admiration, re-examined the boy before him.

It was as if, for the first time, I was looking directly at the monster beneath her beautiful face.

"It seems you're ready." Qin Taiyi said confidently, then threw out a startling question, "So, do you know what... the Son of Luck is?"

"The Son of Luck?"

Qin Wangchuan's eyes flickered slightly; he truly hadn't expected the Old Ancestor to mention this title.

Of course he knew, he had even seen it.

When I first merged with the Divine Eye and glimpsed the Ley Line, I saw someone in this vast mortal world who possessed a magnificent Qi Yun, as dazzling as the sun in the sky, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at him.

Those are Person of Destiny.

The same goes for Lu Chen, whom we killed earlier; all his characteristics indicate that he was clearly a Son of Luck.

However, in Qin Wangchuan's mind, he preferred to call these kinds of people --

Protagonist.

Now that I think about it, wasn't I the villain for personally destroying the "Protagonist"?

Qin Wangchuan pondered this in his heart, but had no objection to it.

Being a major villain isn't so bad, is it?

Before he could answer, Qin Taiyi continued his explanation, his voice booming as if he were expounding the ultimate truths of the universe:

"In this world, there are those who are born with Qi Yun. They carry the Qi Yun of heaven and earth, as if ordained by fate, and stand out from the vast masses of people, dominating their generation."

"The very existence of these people is both a catastrophe and a blessing in disguise—it is known as the 'Calamity of All Living Things'."

"They absorb the fortune of all living beings to achieve their own path. And what you must do," Qin Taiyi's gaze suddenly sharpened, piercing Qin Wangchuan's heart, "Is to find these people and seize their share of Qi Yun!"

"Taking away its Qi Yun to strengthen your foundation won't have a significant effect on you right now."

"But it will be of great benefit to the future."

"This is the path you will take from here on out."

Qin Wangchuan pondered for a moment, then asked the crucial question, "It sounds good, but surely I'm not the only one tempted by such a heaven-defying and destiny-seizing opportunity?"

Qin Taiyi chuckled lightly:

"Whatever you can think of, I have naturally prepared." He nodded slightly. "In the past, there were indeed many Successor Imperial Clan who, under the guise of 'training,' engaged in the business of seizing fortune in the Lower Realm, resulting in constant competition and conflict."

At this point, the Old Ancestor's tone revealed an undeniable resolve:

"But this world is different. I have personally negotiated and established an alliance with all parties—in this struggle for Qi Yun, no Imperial Clan or Immortal Dao Lineage will send their Successor to participate."

His gaze, like the unchanging stars of antiquity, fell upon Qin Wangchuan:

"In other words, among all the forces in this world qualified to vie for the Son of Luck, the only one permitted, and the only one who would attempt to seize Qi Yun... is you, Qin Wangchuan."

Qin Taiyi's voice echoed in the hall, revealing the cruel and magnificent truth:

"The Son of Luck draws upon the Qi Yun of all living beings to help one attain enlightenment."

"And you, will take the fortune of all the Son of Luck, to make it yours alone."

"This is the path that stands for all living beings."

"Are you... willing?"

The words echoed in the hall. Qin Taiyi gazed at the still somewhat immature young man before him, and a slight wavering arose in his heart.

To be honest, he didn't want Qin Wangchuan to carry out this heaven-defying and fortune-stealing task right now.

On the other hand, the Heavenly Secrets has been revealed, and time waits for no one.

All his concerns ultimately converged on one point—

It's too small.

Qin Wangchuan is far too small.

He's only eighteen, too young.

Although he is far superior to his peers in temperament, mature in his actions, and exceptionally talented—it is precisely because of this that this unprecedented talent should not take that one in a million risk.

Safety was secondary; what truly worried him was his Dao heart.

If Dao heart is clouded in the process of seizing Qi Yun, or if one is devoured by the Calamity of All Beings... he seemed to see Qin Hongchen's stunningly talented figure from many years ago.

That was the third person, after the eldest and second eldest, to surprise Qin Taiyi.

That child is too extraordinary. He perfectly replicates other people's methods to fight his enemies. This alone is enough to place him at the pinnacle of the Great Dao.

Unfortunately, even such a person fell victim to a trap while experiencing the Red Dust Tribulation.

That's right.

Qin Hongchen's current predicament is due to the Red Dust Tribulation set up by Qin Taiyi.

The Original Intention was to train him.

She even wondered how someone like Qin Hongchen, who could remain untouched by countless romantic encounters, could possibly be defeated by such a minor Red Dust Tribulation.

He had only spent one lifetime with that woman Mortal Transformation Trial when he fell victim to her trap.

At last.

The dream is over, but so is my Dao heart.

The initial hope, like a new star streaking across the sky, was brilliant, but all too fleeting.

He could not stand by and watch another hope be extinguished.

Thinking of this, a resolute glint flashed in Qin Taiyi, and he immediately changed his words: "No... forget what I just said."

He flicked his sleeve, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I have someone else in mind for this matter."

However, Qin Wangchuan took a step forward.

The step was taken, and the voice was clear and firm:

"No."

"Old Ancestor, let me do it."

Qin Wangchuan's voice was clear and firm, echoing in the empty hall.

He met the Old Ancestor's gaze and spoke:

I need strength.

"A lot of power."

Qin Taiyi gazed at the boy's resolute face; between those still-childish brows, an undeniable determination burned.

He was stunned for a moment, unable to recover for a long time.

What surged in those deep eyes was an obsession far beyond his years, an almost greedy desire, and even more so, an absolute will that would not allow anything to escape his control.

"Power?" Qin Taiyi finally spoke, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of seriousness. "What do you need so much power for?"

Qin Wangchuan's eyes were like an abyss, his voice like the clang of metal on metal:

"To control the Qiankun."

"I want absolute power sufficient to suppress all variables, all causes and effects, all enemies..."

Qin Taiyi's gaze narrowed slightly, his voice carrying an ancient, weathered quality. "Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages, bearing the karma of countless lifetimes, enduring countless hardships. This path... is far too difficult."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan suddenly smiled.

"The path you, Old Ancestor, have walked is naturally difficult."

His eyes were clear, as if he had already seen through everything:

"But if we don't survive this ordeal..."

The boy's voice was calm, yet it carried a resolute determination to sever all ties:

"And how then can one ascend to the highest point?"

"And how... can we reach that highest place?"

The origin of the Heavenly Sword? Myriad Tribulations Calamities must be related to this Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages.

Clearly, our Old Ancestor also walked this path.

But back then, there certainly wasn't anyone protecting our Old Ancestor like they do now.

In short, it boils down to one sentence.

He wants to walk the path his Old Ancestor walked, and he wants to walk the path his Old Ancestor never walked.