Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The thick rust turned into powder and peeled away layer by layer, revealing the silvery blade, the broad spine, and the sharp, new-looking edge.

"Om-"

The energy between the fragment and the [Chengyuan Sword] was mutually attracted, and the originally lifeless body was revitalized at this moment. Faint, visible ripples spread outward from the fragment, intertwining with the humanistic energy and fortune emanating from the [Chengyuan Sword].

The Song Clan Ancestral Hall was instantly enveloped in a strange realm.

Song Changsheng opened his [Eye of Insight] and saw wisps of the aura of the Kingly Way permeating the area around the ancestral hall.

"when--"

The fragment, when flicked lightly with a finger, produced a crisp ringing sound, a stark contrast to when it was first held in my hand.

Song Changsheng could clearly feel the excitement and desire emanating from the [Chengyuan Sword].

Releasing his grip, the fragment transformed into a beam of sword light, excitedly rushing towards the [Chengyuan Sword], producing a crisp clanging sound.

The Chengyuan Sword began to frantically absorb the power of humanity and destiny contained within the fragments. Even though tens of thousands of years had passed, the faith and destiny of the people of the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty who gathered on the sword remained solid and undiminished.

However, instead of the vibrant, majestic, and energetic power of human destiny that should have been uplifting, Song Changsheng felt a sense of sorrow and desolation, a lamentation filled with blood and tears.

In a daze, the scene before Song Changsheng suddenly changed. He saw a magnificent and vast city, lying prostrate between heaven and earth, seemingly poised to conquer the world.

The people of the city all came out of their homes and gathered in the huge square in the center of the city. Their faces were filled with joy and pride as they cheered loudly at a majestic figure standing on a high platform, holding a jade seal in one hand and a sword in the other.

The scene was silent, but a voice suddenly rang in Song Changsheng's ears: "Long live the King, may the Great Qi prosper forever."

"Is this... when the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty was first established? The person on the high platform... is the first King of Qi. In his hands are the Imperial Seal and the Royal Sword [Chengyuan]." A sense of realization dawned on Song Changsheng's mind.

"Long live the King! May the Great Qi Dynasty prosper forever!"

"Long live the King! May the Great Qi Dynasty prosper forever!"

The people shouted a thousand times, and strands of human destiny rose slowly from the top of their heads. These strands of destiny flowed like streams into the sea, rushing towards the Imperial Seal and the Sword of the Human King.

In those unseen places, a vast power of fortune also converges from all directions. This is the human fortune gathered from all the states of the Great Qi, drawn here by the tide.

The entire sky was painted a brilliant gold.

The fortunes of an entire dynasty converged on one person, and the aura of the first King of Qi rapidly increased, his figure becoming ethereal, as if resonating with the Great Dao.

After the power of destiny was fully gathered, he suddenly raised the King of Men sword in his hand.

"hold head high--"

A crimson five-clawed dragon of destiny burst forth from the Human King Sword, soaring straight into the sky, its resounding roar echoing across the land of the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty.

"Today, I, Qi Zhengyuan, have been granted an imperial decree by the Emperor to establish the Great Qi state in the southwest. In all the lands of my Great Qi, there will be no longer a distinction between superiors and inferiors. Immortals and mortals will live together in harmony, working together with one heart and one mind."

Those who indiscriminately kill innocent people will be killed!

Those who abuse their power for personal gain will be punished!

Those who collude with the enemy and betray their country are exiled!

Those who disrupt the order of the court shall be punished!

……

May our Great Qi flourish, and may its immortal path prosper for ten thousand generations.

"The people of our Great Qi are all like dragons!"

"hold head high--"

The dragon of destiny roared, and the words of the first emperor clearly rang in the ears of all the people of the Great Qi.

Whether they were commoners, soldiers clad in armor, or slaves who had just been freed from their shackles, everyone prostrated themselves on the ground and shouted, "Long live our king!"

Song Changsheng went from being an observer to a participant. He mingled among the crowd, his heart pounding and his blood boiling.

From this moment on, the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty officially began.

The scene suddenly shifts again, revealing the once glorious royal city in ruins. Across the vast territory of the Great Qi, war rages, and countless brave and fearless warriors of the Great Qi lie dead in pools of blood, clutching their spears and halberds.

The defenses were crumbling, the city was collapsing, and enemy troops clad in black armor surged in from all directions, like dark torrents, fierce and swift, threatening to overthrow this ancient city with its long history at any moment.

"Chong"

A gleaming sword light shot into the sky from the depths of the royal city, instantly annihilating tens of thousands of enemy soldiers. The flying blood blossoms added a touch of tragedy and eeriness to this war of annihilation.

The enemy army, which had been advancing with unstoppable momentum, finally stopped in its tracks. It was awe that made them halt their advance.

A towering figure, clad in a black robe embroidered with dragon and auspicious clouds and wearing a crown, stepped forward. His gaze was piercing, and his imposing presence was awe-inspiring.

The last human king of the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty.

He did not follow in his ancestors' footsteps to reach that profound realm, but he held in his hand the precious sword his ancestors used to conquer the world. The blood-red setting sun shone on the sword's blade, reflecting a chilling light.

"I am the King of Men, who dares to be so presumptuous!"

Upon hearing this, the world fell silent, only the echo reverberated, and the million-strong iron-blooded army dared not take a single step forward.

"Om-"

Three figures with immense auras descended from the sky, their powerful magic almost tangible, like three blazing suns.

"The Qi clan has lost the hearts of the people, and its dynasty is doomed. If it continues to resist, the entire royal city will be buried with it!" one of the figures said slowly.

Their faces were shrouded in a mist, obscuring their features and expressions, but their tone revealed an indescribable coldness and murderous intent.

No one doubts the truthfulness of his words; he has the ability and the courage.

"Hahaha..." The last King of Qi laughed loudly, but then his smile faded, and he said coldly, "Humans only have kings who die on the battlefield for the sake of their country, not kings who are humble and subservient!"

"It seems you intend to resist to the very end."

"Enough with the nonsense." The last King of Qi summoned the Imperial Seal, and the power of human destiny, which had been reduced by several times compared to the past, suddenly erupted. A five-clawed dragon of destiny coiled around his body, and his aura began to rise steadily until it broke through a certain limit, allowing his true realm to briefly reach the same level as the three attackers.

"At your wit's end, even if you can still gather the spirit of humanity, how long can you hold on? Today, this Great Qi capital will be your burial ground!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three men attacked the last King of Qi from three directions.

The last King of Qi, undaunted, drew his sword and charged forward...

Suddenly, the scene before Song Changsheng's eyes turned into a vast expanse of white. When the white light dissipated, the world had been turned upside down. The royal city had been completely reduced to ruins, sinking several inches in the process. What came into view were countless, massive ravines. The last Qi King's crown was shattered, his hair was disheveled, and his dragon robe was soaked with blood.

The blood-stained King's Sword in his hand was broken, leaving only the hilt.

He was barely breathing, his life hanging by a thread.

His three enemies all fell before him: one was beheaded, one was pierced through the heart, and the other was torn to pieces.

The last King of Qi used a battle flag to support his body as he stood on the ruins of the royal city.

"Boom"

"Boom"

A figure, also wearing a crown and a crimson dragon robe, stepped through the air. Each step landed on empty space, yet produced a dull thud.

The footsteps didn't seem to be treading on empty air; rather, they seemed to be treading on the hearts of the surviving people of the royal city.

The last King of Qi struggled to raise his head, feeling his life essence rapidly draining away.

"I never imagined you had amassed such a powerful force of human destiny. However, it's all over now." The newcomer's tone was devoid of any emotion; he simply raised his hand slowly…

The scene shifts again, and the people of Daqi, standing amidst the ruins, let out a roar that soars into the sky.

"My king!"

"My king!"

Each cry was a lament, a mournful wail.

Song Changsheng watched this scene quietly, two lines of tears unconsciously flowing from the corners of his eyes, until they soaked his clothes before he came back to his senses.

The [Chengyuan Sword] had completed its fusion, its entire body shining brightly, hovering in front of him. The spiritual light of the fragments had completely dimmed, and they fell to the ground.

This is the alternation of the old and the new, a new beginning and a continuation of tradition.

"Were those memories you just had hidden deep within you?" Song Changsheng asked softly.

The sword, Cheng Yuan, touched its tip in a human-like manner.

As the sword of the first King of Qi, it witnessed the birth and destruction of the Great Qi Dynasty, experienced both glory and decline, and fought alongside the last King of Qi to the very end.

"Chengyuan, are you willing... to fight alongside me?" Song Changsheng slowly extended his hand.

The Chengyuan Sword emitted a cheerful sword cry and automatically fell into Song Changsheng's hand.

The moment the Chengyuan Sword fell into his hand, their energies became completely connected. Song Changsheng closed his eyes and carefully sensed the power of destiny surging in from all directions.

He could clearly distinguish from whom this power of fortune came. Unlike the fortune of the Song clan members that had been gathered before, this time it was gathered from all the beings who truly submitted to him and to the Song clan.

Chi Huo, Zhang Ming, Yu Xueqian, and others were among them, far exceeding his expectations.

Of course, compared to the time when the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty was founded, the amount of fortune he has gathered is not even a fraction of what it was. However, the [Chengyuan Sword] still contains a large amount of the fortune of the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty, which can probably allow him to use it at full power three more times.

Song Changsheng cut his palm and injected his blood into the Chengyuan Sword. Instantly, a slightly blurry four-clawed purple dragon soared into the sky and let out a high-pitched dragon roar.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of purple clouds appeared on the horizon, radiating light and breathtaking beauty. The Song Clan cultivators instantly felt relaxed, their previous fatigue vanished, and subtle changes occurred within their bloodlines.
However, with the exception of a very small number of people, almost no one notices these subtle changes in their own bodies.

The other cultivators and mortals who had truly submitted to the Song family also felt their minds suddenly clear, and a fleeting phantom of a dragon of destiny flashed through their minds.

Inside the Song Clan Ancestral Hall, Song Changsheng had fallen into a very mysterious state. He saw countless fine "threads" wrapped around the Chengyuan Sword. They were densely packed, seemingly a tangled mess, but in fact, they were clearly organized, and the origin of each thread could be traced.

These "threads" are divided into two types: one is golden and the other is blood-red.

The blood-red color came from the Song clan, while the gold color belonged to the rest who had submitted to the Song clan.

"The Embroidered Banner is also among them." Song Changsheng raised an eyebrow. It seemed that this part was based on bloodline.

"Your fortune is not worth keeping." A cold glint flashed in Song Changsheng's eyes as he waved his hand, severing most of the "bloodlines" belonging to the [Splendid Banner], leaving only a few strands.

The people of the [Jinxiuqi] group, far away in the Great Qian cultivation world, only felt as if something had suddenly broken. The feeling came and went quickly, and upon closer inspection, it seemed that nothing had changed, so no one paid any attention to it.

However, this caused Song Changsheng considerable losses, because it was not just a matter of severing a few threads; it almost completely severed the blood ties between the Wangyue Song Clan and the [Jinxiu Banner] at their source.

After meditating and recovering some of his magical power, Song Changsheng let out a long sigh of relief and began to carefully examine the [Chengyuan Sword].

That fragment brought not only the remaining power of destiny, but also the missing spirituality of the [Chengyuan Sword]. The [Chengyuan Sword] is now significantly more agile.

In addition, he could use this to clearly distinguish who was loyal to the Song family and who was just pretending.

But these are just extras; the most important thing is the power it contains.

Luck is an ethereal and intangible thing, but he can now mobilize the power of human luck with the [Chengyuan Sword].

As more and more people submitted to him, the power of destiny he wielded became even stronger, and this power was real and tangible.

In a sense, he already possesses the potential to become the next "King of Men".

"This is the [Law of Destiny]?" Song Changsheng was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that refining the [Chengyuan Sword] would bring so many unexpected surprises.

The Law of Destiny is virtually impossible to defend against. Once one has mastered it, the foundation of a villain can be destroyed in an instant. Feng Changqing also has a very profound understanding of this path, and he has even innovatively combined it with magical artifacts to create an extremely special "Destiny Magical Artifact".

If Xia Yunxue's Purple Mansion Ceremony weren't so close, he would have loved to immerse himself in it right now and study it all night long.

"From now on, you will be responsible for guarding Cangmang Peak," Song Changsheng said softly to the [Chengyuan Sword].

Even without a wielder, the power that the [Chengyuan Sword] can unleash is extraordinary, enough to ensure the safety of the Song family for the time being...

As time went by, Xia Yunxue's Purple Mansion Ceremony arrived as scheduled, and almost every force that had dealings with the Song family sent people to participate.

In particular, allies with whom they have deep cooperation, such as Luoxia City, Wanlong Chamber of Commerce, and Muyun City, sent their elders with generous gifts, with Mu Guibai even attending in person.

A Purple Mansion Ceremony was elevated to the same level as a Golden Core True Person Ceremony, yet no one felt it was overstepping the bounds. The identity of the mother of Purple Void True Person was enough to give her the right to speak on equal terms with a Golden Core True Person.

Just as the guests were entering, Cangmang Peak unexpectedly welcomed a guest with a special identity.

"E Kun of the Canglan River Crocodile Dragon Clan, by order of His Majesty, presents one [Millennial Eastern Pearl] and one thousand catties of [Seven-Colored Coral]!"

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P.S.: There's one more chapter coming later, so I suggest you read it in the morning.

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