"Ye Fan."
Someone in the hall softly repeated the name.
It sounded so utterly ordinary.
It had none of the boundless, primordial aura of "Huang," nor the lofty majesty of "Great Emperor."
It was like the name of some common man you could find anywhere along the roadside.
Su Chen watched everyone's reactions, then lifted his teacup and wet his throat.
"He was an ordinary man to begin with."
"But he possessed a special constitution called the Ancient Sacred Body."
Su Chen lightly tapped the table with his folding fan.
"In a more ancient age, this constitution was one of the most powerful battle physiques in all the heavens and worlds. A Great Accomplishment Sacred Body could contend with a Great Emperor and protect all living beings in the universe."
"But by the time Ye Fan was born, the laws of heaven and earth had changed drastically."
"The Ancient Sacred Body was rejected by heaven and earth and cursed."
"That constitution became a useless body incapable of cultivation. If its owner tried to cultivate by force, heavenly punishment would descend and snuff out their life."
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help speaking up. "If even Heaven won't let him cultivate, how could he grow stronger? His path was cut off from the very start."
He knew all too well that a Martial Soul's quality determined a Spirit Master's entire life. If even Heaven cast a curse upon them, ordinary people would have accepted their fate long ago.
Su Chen looked straight ahead.
"If the path was cut off, he continued it himself."
"If Heaven gave him no road to walk, he stepped upon the Heavenly Dao."
"With no cultivation resources, he seized them from forbidden lands and mined them from the ancient mines of the Primordial Myriad Races."
"Where others could break