Taixuan Dynasty, Nanyang County.
Deep inside the Ye Clan estate, in an old side room—
“No!!”
A sharp cry broke the silence. A youth snapped upright from a nightmare, his face pale and drenched in sweat.
“Where... am I?”
Sanford Yeats blinked hard, eyes darting around the room. The surroundings were old and unfamiliar, heavy with the scent of aged timber. The furnishings were simple, almost crude.
“I was... dead. I’m sure I died.”
His mind swirled with confusion.
Buzz—
Suddenly, unfamiliar memories crashed into his mind like a tidal wave. His body staggered under the weight of it.
Then, understanding dawned.
“I’ve been reborn... Three thousand years later?”
Sanford muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. The memories felt real—etched deep into his soul.
He had once been the crown prince of the Creation Divine Dynasty, ruler of the vast Ling Realm. But fate had cursed him from birth—literally. His body bore Heaven’s curse, and he was doomed with a short life, unable to live past a few decades. Even common folk lived longer.
To save his only son, the Creation God Emperor—Sanford’s father—risked everything to enter the legendary forbidden zone, “Above the Firmament.” His goal: a divine pill said to grant life beyond time.
Sanford remembered clearly—his father had returned from Above the Firmament, blood-soaked and barely alive. His royal robes were torn to shreds.
“This pill... will grant you life as long as the sun and moon endure.”
That’s what his father said.
But before Sanford could speak, everything fell apart.
The palace exploded into chaos. Armored men surged in. At the front was Maxwell Goodman—once hailed as the most loyal minister beneath the God Emperor.
None saw that betrayal coming.
Maxwell led the rebellion, shattering the dynasty from within. The emperor, weakened from his journey, couldn’t stop him.
In the bloodbath, Sanford was killed.
But in his final moment, he swallowed the golden divine pill.
Even in death, he wouldn’t let that supreme treasure fall into a traitor’s hands.
…
Inside the quiet room, Sanford sank into his memories for a while, then stepped down from the bed.
He slipped on his shoes and stepped before a bronze mirror.
A pale, refined-looking youth stared back at him. Not the same face as before, but about the same age. Thin brows, clear eyes—handsome, but softer than his past self.
Fragments of the body’s former owner stirred in his mind. This was the Longyuan Continent—not the Ling Realm. And the old memories held no trace of the world he came from.
Sanford frowned slightly. Was Longyuan part of the same land as Ling Realm? Or another place entirely?
He tightened his fists slowly.
“No matter what... I’m alive. That’s enough.”
“Three thousand years... the Creation God Emperor is probably gone. In his place now... the Heavenpiercing God Emperor.”
“Three thousand years... history is buried under dust. But I’m sure the enemies of the past—some of them must still live. And maybe Father... maybe he endured too.”
“My father was no ordinary man. He was the strongest of the Ling Realm—the Creation God Emperor. His life span… unimaginable.”"That old bastard Maxwell Goodman may have locked up Father, but there's no way he killed him for real."
"I'll find the Lingjie Dadi. I swear it."
"My throne… I’ll take it back with my own hands!"
Sanford Yeats made a heavy promise to himself, the fire in his heart surging.
"The cursed body from my last life is gone. In this life, I’ve got time. Time to grow strong."
His eyes lit with fierce determination.
Blessings hide in misfortune, and misfortune stalks blessings.
Right then, he realized—inside his mind still floated the golden divine pill brought back by his father from the most forbidden place in Lingjie: the 'Above the Heavens'. That pill had crossed three thousand years with him. No doubt, it was a rare, otherworldly treasure.
...
The Taixuan Dynasty lay across the southern lands of the continent.
Sanford was now in a small corner of it—Nanyang County, home to the martial Yeats family.
He was nothing more than an orphan the family had taken in seventeen years ago.
"Hiss—"
A sudden jolt of pain wracked him. He lifted his shirt and saw his body, covered in bruises and welts, a mess of colors. The sight was brutal.
Sanford’s gaze turned cold and angry. After merging with his past life’s memories, he already knew where these injuries came from—the handiwork of those privileged bastards in the Yeats house.
Being an adopted orphan meant nothing here. To most of the so-called young masters, he was just a servant, not family.
"Rest easy… since you’re gone and I’m back, we’re the same person now. I won’t let anyone walk over us again."
With that, he crossed his legs and sat in the room, starting the practice of the ancient Creation Scripture hidden deep in his mind.
Golden true force, unlike any other cultivator's energy, surged inside him.
This was his inheritance—the one and only Creation Scripture.
"Father once told me… this scripture holds secrets even he couldn't understand."
He remembered his father’s words, engraved in his heart.
The path of strength began with four levels—True Martial, Spirit Martial, Heaven Martial, and Divine Martial. Each realm split into nine heavens.
But just then, the golden divine pill inside his mind trembled violently.
Boom!
A massive wave of pure spiritual energy exploded from the pill, rushing straight into Sanford’s dantian like a flood.
Boom!
In that instant, with the help of this power, Sanford shot straight from an ordinary man into True Martial Realm, First Heaven.
His heart pounded. It felt like there was an entire sea of spiritual energy sealed within the pill—vast, endless.
He tried to reach toward the secret inside the pill again, but it had already gone silent.
"I knew it... the pill Father risked his life to snatch from Above the Heavens… it’s not a normal thing."
He stood, ready to leave.
"By family rules, with this breakthrough, I can now prove my strength in the Ancestral Hall and claim cultivation resources."
Just as he was about to step out—
Boom!
His door burst open, shattered by a brutal force.
Boom!
Wood splinters flew across the floor.
Sunlight poured in.
Sanford’s eyes narrowed.
Two burly men stood there, brimming with killing intent.
One of them sneered cruelly, his voice dripping contempt.
"Found you, little bastard."
