Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 91 Breakthrough Moment
Just as Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua both made a breakthrough.

boom!
Meng Xihong felt a loud bang in his mind.

An indescribable sense of fulfillment exploded within me.

It is gratifying that the cultivation method I created has borne fruit in two mortals!
This was to reassure the three sons and to pry open a glimmer of hope from a dead end!

It is also a grand echo of one's own path being validated by heaven and earth!

The three torrents of intent intertwined and merged into one, transforming into an unstoppable sharpness that slammed into the indestructible bottleneck of the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Click!

The invisible barrier that had troubled him for so long shattered instantly.

Without a second thought, Meng Xihong pulled out several mid-grade spirit stones from his storage bag, gripped them tightly, and frantically devoured their spiritual energy like a whale sucking in water.

Within his dantian, the five-colored stream of spiritual energy nearly doubled in width in an instant, surging and roaring, washing over his limbs and bones, and finally merging into that last barrier.

Ninth level of Qi refining!

Become!

His spiritual awareness surged in an instant, as if he had been suddenly thrown from a small hut into a vast world.

The rustling of grass in the distant forest, the swimming of fish in the secret stream, and even the sound of the flowing water in the 'Thousand-Pound Soul-Tempering Pool'—everything became incredibly clear, as if one could "see" it directly with their "heart".

However, just as he was immersed in the exhilarating feeling of his power leaping forward, almost at the same moment, a strange change occurred in the quiet room that Yun Songzi had set up with many restrictions.

Meng Yan'an, who had been lying quietly in her swaddling clothes with weak breathing, suddenly trembled.

The extremely sinister black rune between his brows suddenly erupted with an unprecedented dark light, a light that was cold and vicious, carrying an air of superior contempt and rage.

Because the two streams of body-refining essence that flowed back from the void this time actually contained a trace of pure, ancient, and even provocative Daoist charm at their core.

This is not the faint aura that could be produced by those incomplete and barely surviving body-refining methods of the present day.

This is the mark of the true path of body refinement, originating from ancient times, unpolluted, and rekindled by the purest mortal body with the most primal will and blood!
The success of the "Furnace Scripture," especially the great achievement of bone forging in Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua, two mortals without spiritual roots, was tantamount to delivering a resounding slap to the face of the evil curse that entrenched in the foundation of the Heavenly Dao, high above the void.

It is proclaiming: The ancient road you severed has been reconnected!

The black rune no longer waited passively, but took the initiative to manifest, transforming into a constantly rotating and twisting pitch-black vortex, attempting to completely pollute and strangle the two sources containing the Dao of new life before they entered the infant's body.

One black, one gold—two completely different forces—engaged in a silent confrontation above the baby's tiny body.

The curse actually tried to nip this nascent path to heaven in the bud!
Meng Xihong's newly awakened spiritual sense instantly detected the dramatic change that had occurred in the quiet room.

The joy in his eyes, born of the breakthrough, vanished in an instant, replaced by icy coldness.

Is this never going to end?

They want to kill my son right under my nose?

Did you ask me?

Without moving, his spiritual consciousness, which had surged to the ninth level of Qi Refining, transformed into an invisible torrent, instantly crossing the training ground and rushing into the meditation room.

In his spiritual vision, he clearly "saw" that the two warm and pure sources of body refinement were being blocked by a black vortex radiating endless malice.

Within the vortex, it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing, and the aura emanating from it sent a chill down Meng Xihong's spine with just a touch of his spiritual sense.

"Go away!"

Meng Xihong roared, and his powerful spiritual sense transformed into a heavy hammer, slamming into the black vortex.

However, the vortex only trembled slightly before it completely devoured his spiritual power, and even sent a backlash that tore Meng Xihong's spiritual power apart.

No! This thing is too advanced; simple spiritual energy attacks are completely ineffective!
Meng Xihong's mind raced, and the extraordinary comprehension bestowed upon him by the "Literary Mind and Spirit" allowed him to calm down instantly.

Just then, Yun Songzi appeared at the door of the meditation room. He glanced at the scene inside and exclaimed, "Good heavens! You broke through, and even this damn thing came out to congratulate you? That's quite a show!"

Despite this, his expression was extremely solemn, and he took a step forward, arriving at Meng Xihong's side.

"Senior, help me!" "Nonsense!"

Yun Songzi pointed his fingers like a sword and said in a deep voice, "The righteous energy of heaven and earth manifests itself in various forms!"

A majestic, vast, and supremely powerful aura, along with the two people's spiritual senses, rushed towards the black vortex!

"Zizi-"

When the spiritual consciousness, imbued with righteous energy, touched the black vortex, it emitted a sound that made one's teeth ache.

The black vortex's rotation speed noticeably slowed, and its chilling and malevolent aura was also weakened.

However, it is only a weakening.

The foundation of that black vortex was the Great Dao Curse of the Demon Emperor, and its essence was so profound that it could not be erased by the righteous energy of Yun Songzi's level.

The vortex paused for only a moment before bursting out with an even more ferocious black light, which then began to erode and pollute Yun Songzi's righteous energy!
Yun Songzi groaned, feeling as if his soul had been bitten by a poisonous snake, causing him excruciating pain.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom separated from the quiet room by only one wall.

Bai Muyun, who was combing her daughter Yan Ning's hair, suddenly froze.

A chilling and evil aura, originating from the depths of her soul, descended without warning, plunging her into an icy abyss.

She turned around abruptly, looked at the tightly closed door of the quiet room, and her face turned deathly pale.

It's An'er!
She dropped the comb and rushed forward recklessly, but when her hand touched the door, an invisible barrier blocked her way. It was a formation set up by Yun Songzi.

"An'er! My husband!"

Through the crack in the door, she could vaguely see a dark vortex inside, constantly twisting and radiating endless malice, hovering above her child.

At that moment, Bai Muyun felt dizzy, her heart was gripped tightly, and she couldn't even breathe.

"mother!"

A calm voice came from behind.

Bai Muyun turned around and saw that her second son, Meng Yanwei, was standing behind her at some point. His small face did not show the panic of his peers, but rather an unusual calmness and solemnity.

In his hand, he tightly gripped the "Human Emperor Banner." The banner moved without wind, emitting a faint but pure black light that enveloped Meng Yanning behind him, protecting him from the corrosive evil aura.

"Yan Wei..." Bai Muyun's voice trembled as she pulled her son into her arms.

"Mother, don't be afraid." Meng Yanwei looked up, his dark eyes reflecting the clash of spiritual energy in the meditation room. "Father and Master are here; they will protect my younger brother."

Although he was young, as a fellow possessor of the "Literary Spirit and Integrity," he could perceive the essence of that battle more clearly than his mother.

Those were two majestic and powerful forces of righteousness, directly confronting an extremely filthy and evil thought.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the courtyard, Meng Yanqing, who had just finished cultivating and was still steaming, grabbed a steel knife from the corner and rushed to the bedroom door, shielding her mother and younger siblings behind her.

He couldn't understand the clash of spiritual energy, but he could sense the nauseating malice emanating from it.

There was nothing he could do but use his own body to build the first and last line of defense for his family!
Quiet room.

The combined efforts of Meng Xihong and Yun Songzi only slightly slowed down the ferocity of the black vortex.

"No!" A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Yun Songzi's mouth, his face grim.

"This thing's roots are too hard. Our righteous energy can only weaken it. If we keep going, not only will we be devoured by its backlash, but those two sources will also be swallowed up by it!"

The two sources of body refinement, representing hope, were growing dimmer under the pressure of the black vortex, and were in danger of being completely swallowed up at any moment.

Without further hesitation, Meng Xihong immersed his mind completely in the depths of his consciousness, gazing at the floating, golden "Meng Family Genealogy"!
This is his true foundation, the beginning of everything.

"Give me... the town!"

Meng Xihong poured all his will and all his spiritual thoughts into the family genealogy.

(End of this chapter)