The young man had no choice but to begin cultivating the Yin-Yang Creation Cauldron Scripture.
He wanted to pretend he could not learn it, but that was pointless. The Blissful Union Dao Heir knew everything: he was brilliant, possessed peerless talent, and was merely too restless and impulsive in his youth.
Faced with the Blissful Union Holy Land's exquisite tortures, he learned. His cultivation advanced a thousand miles a day.
Every time he cultivated, vast amounts of his magical power and soul reserves were drained. Worse, he was used as a conduit to draw fortune directly from the Immortal Dynasty and turn it into the Yin-Yang Desire Dao Lord's Dao fruit.
The Immortal Dynasty's fortune was something tangible.
It represented the dynasty's strength, fair weather or natural disasters across its lands, the will of its people, and its rule over every region.
As that fortune was drained, the Immortal Dynasty began to collapse faster. Many regions became wholly independent, belonging to the dynasty in name alone.
It was a gluttonous feast for the feudal lords!
Amid brutal living conditions and terrifying torment, that lazy, womanizing young man began to mature at astonishing speed.
He was a descendant of ancient emperors with peerless talent. Hardship hastened his growth, taught him the bitterness of life early, and even taught him, without a master, how to win people over.
Later, he was beaten less often. He had learned how to please his elder sister.
At the same time, ambition took root in him.
Escape!
Freedom!
He began to dream of restoring the Immortal Dynasty!
Was it any use?
No.
The most terrifying obstacle was not the Blissful Union Dao Heir.
That woman was sinister, perverse, and cruel, but her talent was mediocre. A true master would have little trouble predicting her supposed mercurial