"Ding! Claim successful. The legacy of Heaven Punishing Divine Emperor Mo E, the Primordial Azure Dragon God inheritance, and the Nine Origin Seeds are now being integrated. Extreme physical and spiritual agony will occur during the fusion — Host, please endure!"
The moment the system's prompt vanished, an absolute, ancient cataclysm detonated within Xiao Tian's flesh and soul.
First was the awakening of the Heaven Punishing Divine Emperor. The Creation God Bloodline ignited within his core, purging his mortal vessel of every defect. His body transcended mortal and divine limits, becoming immune to ordinary negative statuses, poisons, and law suppression. From Mo E's primordial authority arose the supreme foundation: The Absolute Domain of Space. Xiao Tian did not merely interact with space—he became its undisputed sovereign. Across all realms and realities, dimensions would fold, and boundaries would bow at his breath. Anchoring this was the Heaven Punishing Aura, engraving a terrifying Divine Emperor's Might onto his soul that subjected all lower existences to instinctual subjugation.
Before the sensory shock could settle, the Primordial Azure Dragon God awakened.
Yet, as the true dragon blood swept into his flesh, it did not stay azure. Mo E's supreme Creation God Aura, standing at the absolute apex of existence, violently dominated and refined the draconic essence. The blue light of the Azure Dragon was swallowed entirely, rising from the ashes transformed into a blinding, radiant cosmic gold. The two supreme lineages fused seamlessly into a singular, ultimate authority: The Primordial Golden Dragon God Bloodline.
A deafening, cosmic roar echoed through the depths of his consciousness—the roar of a golden divine sovereign ruling over creation itself. His skeleton fractured into fine powder before fusing into indestructible, divine gold bone engraved with ancient runes. The Golden Dragon God Soul merged into his consciousness, while golden dragon marrow took root in his spine, pumping hyper-refined divine gold essence to fortify his physical vessel with absolute, terrifying strength.
Then, the Nine Laws descended.
Nine origin seeds—Fire, Water, Lightning, Wind, Earth, Darkness, Light, Time, and Devouring—slammed into his core as conceptual forces, embedding themselves as distinct Primordial Origin Seeds anchored directly within his boundless spatial domain.
The nine seeds took root in defiance of natural law. Fire & Water: Volatile crimson Fire melted into ice-blue Water, burning and freezing simultaneously. Lightning & Wind: Violet Thunder roared alongside howling cyan-green Wind into fluid plasma storms. Unyielding Earth provided the cosmic bedrock. Light & Darkness: Radiant Light poured creation energy into the void, while absolute Darkness wielded pure destruction energy, forming an eternal cycle of birth and decay.
Time fractured across past, present, and future, governing the perpetual rhythm. Devouring: At the center, Devouring opened like an endless abyss, binding all nine seeds into flawless equilibrium.
Xiao Tian gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a single groan as impurities and golden divine blood were purged through his pores.
Half an hour later, the storm subsided. He washed away the residue in hot water and stood before a tall bronze mirror. His physique was sculpted to perfection, tall and lean, radiating an ancient emperor's majesty intertwined with golden draconic might and the silent gravity of absolute space.
"The Heaven Punishing Divine Emperor, the Golden Dragon God, and the Nine Seeds..." Xiao Tian murmured, clenching his fist as a towering golden dragon god phantom bathed in divine emperor light flickered behind him.
"Ding! Integration complete. Imparting the Heaven Punishing Ancestral Sword Art and the Yellow Spring Demonic Scripture."
A torrent of sword arts and techniques flooded his consciousness. Sitting cross-legged, he guided the ancient text's flow, converting his Dou Qi until a refined silver glow swirled at his fingertips, cementing his foundation as a Two-star Dou Practitioner.
The next morning, an old voice called outside: "Third Young Master, Fourth Young Master, the Clan Leader requests your presence in the Great Reception Hall. Important guests have arrived."
Xiao Tian selected a refined, dark water-blue robe with white silk trimming, stepped out into the courtyard, and met Xiao Yan. Connecting the timing to his knowledge of this world, Xiao Tian understood immediately: Nalan Yanran of the Cloud Mist Sect had arrived to forcefully dissolve the marriage contract.
"Let's go, Xiao Yan-zi," Xiao Tian said, clapping his brother's shoulder gently.
Navigating through the winding corridors, the trio soon arrived before the grand reception hall. Clan Leader Xiao Zhan sat at the head of the hall alongside the three core Elders. Opposite them sat three unfamiliar figures—two elder men in high-ranking Sect robes, and a strikingly beautiful young woman with three glittering golden stars embroidered around a sword-and-cloud crest.
Upon entering, Xiao Tian spotted Xiao Xun'er sitting quietly in a shadowed corner. He walked over and pulled up a wooden chair beside her, while Xiao Yan took the seat next to him.
Suddenly, a sharp, precise pinch twisted the skin at Xiao Tian's waist. He turned to see Xun'er offering him a sweet smile, her dark eyes sparkling with dangerous mischief.
"Xiao Tian Ge-ge..." she murmured softly. "Is she that pretty?"
"Not even close to my Xun'er," Xiao Tian replied instantly with a wry grin, gently capturing her small hand and placing it back in her lap.
He turned toward Xiao Yan, leaning in slightly. "Do you know who they are?"
Xiao Yan blinked. "You know, Tian-ge?"
"Look at the silver cloud and sword embroidery. They belong to the Cloud Mist Sect. And that girl is Nalan Yanran—your fiancée."
Xiao Yan's posture stiffened instantly. Right on cue, the older guest, Ge Ye, stepped forward into the center of the hall, formally announcing that he was acting under the orders of Sect Leader Yun Yun to dissolve the marriage engagement.
The hall's atmosphere plunged into absolute frost. Xiao Zhan's face darkened, and the teacup in his hand crumbled into fine porcelain powder under his mounting rage.
Nalan Yanran looked down at the silent hall, her voice cold and unyielding: "I will give you three years. Three years from now, both of us will have reached adulthood. I will wait for you at the peak of the Cloud Mist Sect. If you manage to defeat me in three years, I will serve as your slave or maid. But if you remain a useless waste, you will hand over the marriage contract with your own hands. Do you dare accept this three-year agreement?"
Xiao Yan's chest heaved as the weight of her arrogant challenge hung in the air. Before he could utter his response, a casual, melodious laughter broke the suffocating frost of the reception hall.
Xiao Tian slowly stood up, brushing off an imaginary speck of dust from his dark water-blue robe. Every eye snapped toward him.
"A three-year agreement? Serving as a maid?" Xiao Tian took a step forward, his handsome face lit by an amused, dangerous smirk. "Miss Nalan, your Cloud Mist Sect certainly loves to put a grand stage on what is, at its core, an utterly disgraceful display of bad manners."
Ge Ye's face darkened, his Dou Ling aura surging. "Junior, mind your tongue! The Cloud Mist Sect—"
"Quiet," Xiao Tian said smoothly. His voice was soft, yet it carried an absolute, imperious pressure that crushed the elder's voice right back down his throat. For a split second, a flickering shadow of a golden dragon god bathed in divine emperor light flashed behind Xiao Tian, causing Ge Ye's heart to leap into his throat with instinctual, soul-level terror.
Xiao Tian casually rested a hand on Xiao Yan's shoulder, transferring a soothing thread of pure spatial energy to calm his brother's raging Dou Qi.
"Xiao Yan-zi," Xiao Tian murmured, his voice echoing clearly across the hall. "She came to your home, insulted our father, and looked down on your future. A real man doesn't negotiate terms with someone who brings an army to cancel a promise."
Xiao Yan looked up at his brother, the fire in his eyes solidifying into cold, unbreakable steel. He stepped past Xiao Tian, drew a sleek dagger from his waist, and cleanly sliced his own palm. Blood spilled onto the smooth jade floor.
Walking straight up to Nalan Yanran, Xiao Yan grabbed a blank parchment from a nearby table, smeared his bloody handprint across it, and wrote several stark, bold words: **Divorce Paper.**
He slammed it onto the table in front of her.
"Nalan Yanran!" Xiao Yan's voice boomed through the hall. "You came here to dissolve this marriage because you think I'm trash. But today, it is not *you* annulling this marriage—it is **I, Xiao Yan, who divorces you!**"
He glared into her shocked, wide eyes.
"**Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! Do not look down on a young man just because he is poor!** Three years from now, on the peak of the Cloud Mist Sect, I will be there. Not to marry you, but to crush your arrogance under my heel!"
Nalan Yanran flushed crimson, trembling with fury and humiliation as Xiao Yan turned his back on her.
Sitting in the corner, Xiao Xun'er covered her lips with a subtle, admiring smile, while Xiao Tian leaned back, thoroughly satisfied. The gears of fate had officially turned.