The Key and the Masters, the Yuan Household's Destiny!
Su Zhan atop the Flesh Altar.
The stench around them gradually subsided.
The broken Formation patterns, having lost their power, became dim and lifeless.
Xue Ji's withered, lifeless body lay limp on the ground.
Elder Yuan Ji leaned on a charred Beast Bone cane.
He staggered across the wreckage.
The members of the Yuan Household behind them supported each other.
Each person was covered in mottled bloodstains and dark spots from the corrosive effects of poisonous miasma.
They looked up at the young man in black on the steps with awe.
"Divine Lord."
Elder Yuan Ji's voice was hoarse with barely suppressed emotion.
"You just said... that my Yuan Household are not jailers, but the masters of this place?"
This statement carries immense weight.
The blood-stained shackles of sin that had weighed on the Yuan Household for generations seemed to crack at this moment.
Yuan Yuan and Yuan Chou stood at the front of the crowd, clutching the tattered corners of their clothes.
Su Zhan stood with his hands behind his back.
His eyes swirled with the vast memories that had just been extracted from the Xue Ji's Sea of Consciousness.
He did not offer an explanation.
Instead, bring your index and middle fingers together.
A pure, Divine Soul Light condensed at his fingertips.
Su Zhan flicked his finger.
The spiritual light transformed into a shower of tiny raindrops, precisely entering the brow of every Yuan Household Disciples present.
The Sea of Consciousness trembled.
The scene before the Yuan Household family members changed.
They saw a High Antiquity Divine Mountain stretching across the sky.
Ninety-nine Spirit Vein coil around the mountain like Giant Dragon.
At the summit of the Divine Mountain stands a magnificent Altar that suppresses all the heavens.
That was the complete view of the Mustard Seed Grotto-Heaven before it was destroyed.
At the central Formation Eye of the Altar.
An elderly man dressed in Star Daoist Robe sat cross-legged.
The old man formed hand seals, drawing upon the power of the galaxy to infuse the Formation.
That's an incredibly profound level of cultivation.
The old man's facial features bore a striking resemblance to those of the current Yuan Household.
"These are the imprints of your ancestors' memories."
Su Zhan's calm voice echoed in everyone's ears.
"The High Antiquity patriarchs created this grotto-heaven as a hub for Inheritance and relocation."
"Your ancestors were the Hub Guardian who controlled this celestial Formation Disc."
"The blood flowing in your veins has never been that of Curse jailers."
"Instead, it unlocks the Supreme Principle Authority of this world."
It is the only Key to open the Central Altar.
The illusion faded.
The Flesh Altar in reality was deathly silent.
Elder Yuan Ji dropped the Beast Bone cane from his hand.
His hunched body trembled violently.
Mucous tears streamed down his face, etched with deep wrinkles.
"Master... we are the masters of this land!"
Two thousand years of humiliation and inferiority.
They have been trapped in this dark and desolate place for generations.
They always believed they were guilty.
They could only eke out a living, at the mercy of the Demonic Path Cultivators from outside.
I only learned this today.
What they were standing on was the glorious territory that should have belonged to their ancestors.
"Bang."
Elder Yuan Ji knelt heavily on both knees.
He buried his head deep into the blood-soaked soil.
"Yuan Ji, the unworthy Thirty-Seventh Generation of the Yuan Household descendant of the Yuan family, kowtows to thank the Divine Lord for His enlightening grace!"
If there is no Su Zhan.
The Yuan Household will likely die with the humiliation of being jailed until the day their bloodline is drained and their Inheritance is cut off.
Yuan Yuan wept uncontrollably and knelt on both knees.
With red eyes, Yuan Chou slammed one knee heavily onto the rock.
Hundreds of surviving members of the Yuan Household.
They knelt down in unison beneath the Altar, like wheat fields swaying in the wind.
They stopped chanting slogans.
Only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs intertwined to form the most devout faith.
Su Zhan looked at the kneeling crowd below.
He knew that from this moment on, the Yuan Household would no longer be a burden.
They regained their lost pride.
This is the truly qualified "Key".
Get up.
Su Zhan waved his long sleeves.
An invisible force lifted the Yuan Household family members up.
He turned around, his deep gaze fixed on the mist-shrouded void at the very center of the Secret Realm.