Of the Three Thousand Great Daos, the Art of Performance Reigned Supreme

After burying Zhang Jiye's remains, Fifth Master Zhang was overcome with grief and joy. He bowed deeply to Ye Fan and Lin Xian. "Thank you both for bringing back my ancestor's remains and the Source Heavenly Scripture. The inheritance lost for a thousand years has finally resurfaced."

A silver flash appeared, and the Source Heavenly Scripture materialized in Ye Fan's hand. Its hazy glow was like the moon reflected in a well, like a dragon pearl beneath the sea. It hardly seemed real.

"No need for such ceremony, sir." Ye Fan handed the Source Heavenly Scripture to Fifth Master Zhang. "We've already learned its contents. This heavenly scripture is both a text and a rare treasure. It belongs with the Zhang Family."

Fifth Master Zhang ran his rough, callused fingers over the silver book. A thousand emotions stirred in him before he finally calmed down.

In the end, he made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes. "Since the Zhang Family has joined the Heavenly Jade Sacred Land, the Source Heavenly Scripture should be held by its lord."

"The Sacred Land has only just been founded. Its Sacred Son and Sacred Lord need it more than this rough old man does."

Ye Fan still shook his head. He was determined to return the Source Heavenly Scripture to the Zhang Family. He never coveted what belonged to his own people—unlike the Black Emperor, who preyed on those close to him.

"No, no, no. Keeping the Source Heavenly Scripture in the Sacred Land is the best way to protect the Zhang Family." Fifth Master Zhang shook his head, his expression bitter. "I'm old. I don't have the energy to study it, and most of my descendants aren't up to the task."

"If it stays in our hands and word gets out,