First Arrival, the Heir Apparent

Over a decade ago, in the northwestern territory of the Great Thousand World, lay the Hundred Spirit Continent.

"BOOM!"

Suddenly, a divine rainbow tore through the firmament.

A dazzling orb of light, trailing long flames of spiritual energy, slammed into the depths of the vast, boundless Spirit Beast Forest like a plummeting comet, turning the world upside down.

Violent shockwaves swept outward, ruthlessly obliterating everything in their path.

Blue smoke curled upward from the scorched, barren earth.

"Cough, cough..."

In the center of a jagged, massive ravine, a mysterious woman clad in a white gown lay on her side, her aura withered. Her expression was one of agony, her beautiful eyes half-closed as she coughed up blood.

Who could possibly inflict such heavy injuries upon an Earth Sovereign Great Perfection powerhouse?

Was it a titan of the Great Thousand World who suppressed a celestial domain and dominated a continent, a super divine beast capable of devouring Earth Sovereigns, or perhaps the legendary Evil Clan from Beyond, beings neither human nor beast?

At this moment, the Spirit Beast Forest—which had been silent as it approached the dawn of the second half of the night—seemed to come alive in an instant, imbued with a demonic nature, baring its fangs and claws, ready to devour.

Deep within the vast and mysterious darkness, a foul stench drifted through the air, accompanied by a chorus of beastly roars.

Countless fierce spirit beasts inhabiting the surrounding area swarmed in from all directions like sharks smelling blood, tightening their encirclement.

The faint fluctuations of spiritual energy leaking from the mysterious powerhouse had attracted nearly every spirit beast in the ancient forest, driving them into a frenzy.

"Awoo, awoo~~~"

"Hiss, hiss~~"

There were packs of wild wolves, gray-white giant pythons over ten zhang long, massive mountain lizards the size of small hills, and nameless raptors soaring high in the sky.

Dozens of intermediate spirit beasts led the charge, followed by a swarm of low-level spirit beasts covering the mountains and plains.

Further away, more disturbances suggested that several powerful high-level spirit beasts were also rushing over.

These were the forest overlords, capable of battling Spirit Soul realm martial artists and dominating their own territories!

"Truly, a phoenix that has lost its feathers is worse than a chicken. Qing Yanjing, is this where it ends for you?"

On the cracked earth, the mysterious woman opened her beautiful, weary eyes. She looked around at this world and the growing number of fierce beasts arriving, offering a bitter smile.

Hundred Spirit Heaven, Hundred Spirit City.

As the capital of the Hundred Spirit Continent, the prosperity and wealth of Hundred Spirit City were unrivaled across the land.

Whether in terms of population, the number of powerhouses, or cultivation resources, it far surpassed the hundreds of other cities on the continent, serving as the natural center of governance.

With the recent convening of the "King's Tribute Festival," the city's popularity had reached a fever pitch.

Factions from all sides gathered here to pay homage to the King, offering tributes and expressing their submission.

Inside the towering, magnificent palace, the atmosphere was opulent, filled with the pleasant sounds of strings and flutes.

The court musicians were highly skilled, and the beautiful dancers moved with grace. The two worked in perfect harmony to perform "Qingping Yue," filling the hall with a scene of peace and prosperity.

Above the jade steps, a youth in brocade robes knelt on a soft couch. He rested one arm on a low table, propping up his head with his eyes half-closed, his demeanor lazy as he immersed himself in the music.

His hair was black and supple, every strand shimmering with crystalline light, draped casually over his shoulders.

His face, still youthful and lean, had not yet fully matured, but it already showed signs of greatness. His features were sharp and well-defined, as if carved by a blade, pleasing to the eye.

As a chaotic sound of footsteps approached, the music in the hall came to an abrupt halt.

The brocade-clad youth kneeling on the floor opened his eyes. His pitch-black pupils shimmered like the starry sky, full of spiritual charm and a lethal allure capable of bewitching thousands of young maidens.

The youth felt a flicker of annoyance that his attendant had ordered the performance to stop.

"Luo Tong, why is it you? You are such a killjoy."

"I work so hard at my cultivation every day, can't I enjoy myself for a moment?"

The Royal Heir, still in his youth, complained to the newcomer with total indifference. He then waved his sleeves toward the floor, urging, "Keep playing! Keep dancing!"

The young martial artist named Luo Tong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gave a bitter smile. "Your Highness, the King says if you don't go see him, he's going to break your legs."

"What? Father wants to knead my legs in public? That won't do at all, let's go!"

The handsome youth's expression changed upon hearing this. All traces of laziness vanished, replaced by a solemn look as he leaped up from the couch, embodying the spirit of someone "springing to life from a deathbed."

The two left the palace together.

The teams of beautiful dancers below exchanged amused glances, their fragrance lingering in the hall. The Royal Heir was indeed as interesting as everyone said.

They lifted their skirts and retreated like a receding tide.

If one were to ask who this youth was?

He was the Royal Heir of the King of Hundred Spirits, Mu Chen!

At the edge of the horizon, two figures stood one behind the other.

The first was draped in a royal python robe, possessing a heroic aura and a tall, imposing frame.

His face was resolute, his temperament steady, and his posture tall and straight; from afar, he looked like a spear thrusting into the sky, an unforgettable sight.

Even with a few strands of white hair at his temples, one could still see the handsomeness of his youth.

King of Hundred Spirits, Mu Feng, a Sixth Grade Supreme!

A thin man in black robes with deep-set eyes and a gloomy temperament stood there, his lips pressed tightly together, exuding a sharp and chilling aura.

He stood half a step behind Mu Feng, clearly his trusted aide.

Zhou Ye, a Fifth Grade Supreme and the head of the Five Great Generals.

He was a life-and-death friend of Mu Feng, his right-hand man, and utterly loyal; the two had ventured out together in their youth and later followed the couple to establish the Mu Domain.

Under the King of Hundred Spirits, there were the Five Great Generals and the Eight Great Commanders.

The Five Great Generals were the original five city lords of the Mu Domain, Mu Feng's absolute confidants.

The Eight Great Commanders were the eight domain lords who had once ranked alongside the Mu Domain among the nine domains of the Northern Spiritual Realm.

"Father, Uncle Zhou."

"Oh, Chen'er is here."

By the time Mu Chen walked into the room, Mu Feng and the other had already finished their conversation and were looking at him with smiles.

Even Zhou Ye, the Chief General of the Hundred Spirits who was usually stern and humorless, saw most of his gloom and chilling aura dissipate, a touch of gentleness appearing between his brows.

He was Mu Feng's sworn brother, and he had watched Mu Chen grow up; since his own child attended the Northern Spiritual Academy with him, their relationship was naturally close.

"A-Ye, you may leave first."

Mu Feng gave Zhou Ye a few more instructions, and after the latter cupped his fists and departed, he turned his head, looked him up and down, and said, "I heard you went hunting a few days ago and injured your leg?"

The earlier talk of breaking his legs was merely an obscure way of expressing concern.

Mu Feng only had this one precious son; how could he bear to use force?

"It must have been Luo Tong and Lie Jiu, those guys, being disloyal and secretly reporting to Father, right? It was only a few low-level spirit beasts, after all."

"Besides, I'm already twelve years old."

Mu Chen muttered his dissatisfaction and thumped his own chest.

He had begun sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at five and had been cultivating for seven years now.

As for Luo Tong and Lie Jiu, they were the sons of the former lords of the Northern Spiritual Luo Domain and the Lie Domain, respectively.

"Bullshit, even if you were one hundred and twenty, you would still be my son."

In front of his offspring, Mu Feng did not need to deliberately maintain the airs of a continental ruler.

"Yes, yes, I will always be your son."

Mu Chen conceded that Mu Feng had taken advantage of him fairly, lying flat and accepting the mockery.

"Twelve years old... your mother has been gone for nearly twelve years now."

After Mu Feng finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned desolate, a look of reminiscence appearing on his face.

A-Jing, you said you would return. Chen'er and I have been waiting for you.

Wait, the timeline seems to have some discrepancies.

Mu Chen's mother, the Ancient Goddess Qing Yanjing, had fallen in love with Mu Feng in the Spirit Beast Forest. After founding the Mu Domain together, she did not stop her pace of expansion there.

With the assistance of this virtuous wife, Mu Feng went from the Mu Domain, the Northern Spiritual Realm, the Hundred Spirit Heaven, the continent, and even most of the Central Region, eventually sweeping across the entire Hundred Spirit Continent.

He raised his throne high in the capital of the continent, was crowned king, and ruled over hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers.

Qing Yanjing, this Grandmaster of Spirit Arrays, had laid down a massive foundation for her husband and son before she left, making the Mu Clan the supreme rulers of the Hundred Spirit Continent.

This does not seem to be the history that people are familiar with!

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