A towering mountain peak stood between heaven and earth.
At the foot of the mountain, a group of people was proceeding on foot. At their head was a young woman whose face bore the marks of hardship—Lin Hanshuang, head of the Lin Family, at the peak of the Divine Sun realm.
Behind and around her followed numerous solemn clansmen and their families.
There were also some outstanding young men and women of the Lin Family. Though they were capable of flight, they still walked up the mountain with devout expressions.
This was out of respect for their ancestors.
"Alas."
Seeing the young woman walking ever more slowly until she finally came to a halt, sorrow surfaced in her eyes. "Who would have thought that in the end, the Lin Family would be destroyed in my hands? In the end, I can only resort to this last measure, preserving a few embers of the Lin Family bloodline so that we may drag out a wretched existence... If I could break through into the Immortal Lord realm, how could I let others squeeze and mold me as they pleased?"
Seeing her downcast expression, the others immediately tried to lift their spirits and comfort her.
"Patriarch!"
"Patriarch, this is the Lin Family's fate. Ever since our Founding Ancestor met with misfortune back then, the Lin Family's forebears had already foreseen this day."
"That's right. Otherwise, they would not have abandoned such a vast family estate and had the clan retreat to our ancestral land."
"Family Head, you need not blame yourself. You have already done very well!"
"Yes. The patriarch has toiled for the family, shouldering mountain-like pressure at such a young age. You never even sought a Dao companion, facing danger and desperate straits all alone... Alas, when it comes down to